You know how lightning never lasts long enoughto get a good look at it? and your eyes do this thing,as if they could grow larger, widen out of your facetrying to see enough,longer, more— this happens also when the heron passes: too quickly.Today I lucked into seeing how richly blueare the tops of his wing-feathers….
What I got of worldly gumption I learned in the church of false assumption. Under the sentence of wrath and fire I studied the windows, the girls in the choir.
A small room, a small porch, a large window, a stove, a table, a chair, a cot, a few books, a few thoughts, a notebook, a pencil, an eraser…
Gary Snyder is a man of the West and of the Far East, which is farther west. Or say you go to the east, and then you’ll come first to the East, but then to the West, which is Europe the seat of Western Civilization. American historians know that Kentucky once was the West and…
Reach your cup into the air and draw it back full of water.
Them that’s got got to lose. Them that ain’t got, can’t.
On his morning walk to the record store, Glen came across a copy of Chicken Soup for the Soul sitting by itself in a box marked “free.” Glen wasn’t entirely certain what the book was about; he knew it was a self-help-type deal, don’t-forget-to-see-the-forest-for-the-trees and all that shit, probably; but he had either forgotten the…
At the bar in Otto’s near 5th,both off from work, the heavyfoot traffic of silhouetted commutershastening home outside, and us, heretwo drinks in. The conversationhas just ramped up and he wantsto know why I did it, how I could have betrayedour family. The bartender is in night school, we learn, for law but, meanwhile, he…
On the glassed-in back porchof a friend’s house on Folsom, I slept three weeks on a heapof patterned wool blankets, a large ziploc of granolaand a jar of pistachios on the sill. I woke to bus trafficin the floorboards and sun on my face, drank thin coffeeand scoured the listings for a studio someplace morepossible….
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