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      January 6, 2015Trust FallPaul Watsky

      There is no scientific evidence … the game builds any trust among participants.
      —Wikipedia

      This exercise must be vol-
      untary. It’s impermissible to trust-
       
      fall somebody else, like God
      did Job—shoved him arsy-
       
      versy onto a shit
      pile then garnished the poor
       
      sap with boils. Not,
      we hope, Yahweh’s signature
       
      moment, and not to be repeated
      alone at home with your baby
       
      sister, as in, Don’t
      trustfall little Trudi without strict
       
      parental oversight. No
      defenestrations either! It’s
       
      different to meet up with cooperative
      adult friends and trust fall each
       
      other sequentially, standing
      straight, feet on floor, arms
       
      crossed over chest, then top-
      pling backward (deep
       
      breath) onto ex-
      pectant sup-
       
      port. Aaah! (sigh) How
      reassuring, one’s universe. Let’s
       
      do it again, higher, stage-
      dive the pulsating cosmos. Soon
       
      we’ll be ready to trust that
      gravity will relent, and human
       
      nature. Old age retreats
      beyond recall as we trust-
       
      fall into harmonious
      white light.

      from #44 - Summer 2014

      Paul Watsky

      “From age 15 to 30 I wrote poetry because I imagined it gave me social status—yeah, really—and it became part of my identity as a college English teacher. After the job went away, traumatically, I wrote hardly any poems during the years I rebranded myself as a Jungian analyst. But in my late forties I resumed, with more consistent effort and focus, having realized it’s something I must do simply in order to feel OK.”