The first time this book let me caress it, and smell its used sinewy pages, I cannot remember how it came into my being, but it left in the happy handThe first time this book let me caress it, and smell its used sinewy pages, I cannot remember how it came into my being, but it left in the happy hands of a departing lover. There is a full mystery in giving someone a gift of poetry. This current copy came out of the public library book sale. This book has many lives in it and should be carried to every tavern and then all the churches with lines of translators as its hubris crosses the oceans to foreign lands. If the illiterate are present, then the stingiest heart in the room must read one poem from this collection. This crass fucker must have inflection, zeal...she must read loud and then soft...so soft in fact that other people in the room must strain to hear the heartbeats of the words that pour from her chapped mouth. Give away free beer! Call in the library gestapo...all they do is sit in their hallowed halls clipping their nails with their Swiss Army knives and then filing them smooth. Mandate them to paste poems on hospital and grocery store bulletin boards and on the school hall lockers. Lobby congress to have Amazon burnish them into the plastic of new mouse pads and cell phone covers and condom wrappers! Let's plead the case to Richard Branson to have Virgin Galactic carry them in to space and let his wealthy clients chastise the scientists in the International Space Station with some soulful verse to harmonica accompaniment. Be careful for death lurks in this book, grease monkey junkies, derelicts, certainly some mad brilliance...maybe mundane to some but still taking flight into the maw of a thunderstorm for many.
When despair for the world grows in me and I wake in the night at the least sound in fear of what my life and my children's lives may be, I go and lie down where the wood drake rests in the beauty on the water, and the great heron feeds. I come into the peace of wild things who do not tax their lives with forethought of grief. I come into the presence of still water. And I feel above me the day-blind stars waiting with their light. For a time I rest in the grace of the world, and am free.
Picked up this hardback collection downstairs in the dungeon where we have the public library book sale...currently $1 per plastic grocery bag of bookPicked up this hardback collection downstairs in the dungeon where we have the public library book sale...currently $1 per plastic grocery bag of books?
Anyway, I opened it: copyrighted in 1970. The preface or acknowledgement or whatever it's called read..."I am one of the searchers. There are, I believe, millions of us. We are not unhappy, but neither are we really content. We continue to explore life, hoping to uncover its ultimate secret. We continue to explore ourselves, hope to understand. We like to walk along the beach, we are drawn by the ocean, taken by its power, its unceasing motion, its mystery and unspeakable beauty. We like forests and mountains, deserts and hidden rivers, and the lonely cities as well. Our sadness is as much a part of our lives as is our laughter..."
I had no sooner finished that than the lyrics from The Seeker by The Who entered my head and I can't get it OUT: "I asked Bobby Dylan, I asked the Beatles, I asked Timothy Leary but he couldn't help me either. They call me the Seeker. I've been searchin low and high."
This free association or synchronicity or whatever the hell is just burnin a hole in my brain lately but all this writing is just coming at me in wave after wave that fits flawlessly together. I am awed by it and find it no accident.
I was in a flea market a few weeks back and bought By Oak, Ash and Thorn, which is about modern shamanism...wow, is that one a mind bender. No doubt fated...and I don't even believe in fate...
(to be continued)...Oh yeah, got into a running debate with idiots on a yahoo post about who's responsible for the Gulf oil debacle...reminded me a lot of GR group discussions...thank God I got out of those never to return...GR reviewers have all the answers!...more