Thursday, May 25, 2017

“how futile is man's poor, weak imagination 
by comparison with Nature's incredible genius.” 

from At The Earth's Core

Sunday, May 21, 2017

"There is a recurrent moment, for lovers of art, When we
shift from looking at a work to actively seeing it."

from the New Yorker, Looking and Seeing
by Peter Schjeldahl, May 8, 2017

Sunday, May 14, 2017

"The wild keeps telling us something 
we want to pass on to the world:
Even far things are real.

from Whispered into the Ground

No sooner were we back for the coast then we 
visited one of my favourite spots, our friend's place  
on the prairie in Southern Alberta, where I managed 
to see one of my favourite animals. And no post
on the prairies would be complete without the poems
of William Stafford.

"That winter when this thought came-how the river
held still every midnight and flowed
backward a minute-we studied algebra
late in our room fixed up in the barn, 
and I would feel the curved relation, 
the rafters upside down, and the cows in their life
holding the earth round and ready
to meet itself again when morning came."

from Living on the Plains

Tuesday, May 9, 2017

"I went for a walk over the dunes again this morning
to the sea,
then turned right along
   the surf
                         rounded a naked headland
                         and returned

   along the inlet shore:"

from Corsons Inlet
by A.R. Ammons

Botantical Beach Park, Vancouver Island

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Tuesday, May 2, 2017

Spring Red Wing dreaming of territory and conquests.

"Or like stout Cortez when with eagle eyes 
He star'd at the Pacific—and all his men 
Look'd at each other with a wild surmise— 
Silent, upon a peak in Darien. "

from On First Looking into Chapman's Homer
by John Keats

Saturday, April 29, 2017

Lately we alternate between skiffs of snow, 
spatterings of rain. hints of blue sky and a bits of cloud.
But it must be spring because we had to move the 
Forester so they can sweep the gravel from the street.

Yesterday we went for a walk in search of birds,
we found some.

"I remember you. You're the one
who lifted your ancient bones
of fossil rock, pulled yourself free
of the strata like a plaster figure
rising from its own mold, became
flesh and feather, took wing,
arrested the sky."

from Stone Bird
by Pattiann Rogers

Tuesday, April 18, 2017

Spring has sprung?

It’s harder to lose things and easier to find them, 
including yourself, in the light.” 

from Bathing the Lion
by Jonathan Carroll