Wednesday, May 31, 2017

"Bow down: I am the emperor of dreams;
I crown me with the million-colored sun
Of secret worlds incredible, and take 
Their trailing skies for vestment when I soar,
Throned on the mounting zenith, and illume 
The spaceward-flown horizons infinite. 
Like rampant monsters roaring for their glut," 

from The Hashish Eater -Or- The Apocalypse Of Evil -
by Clark Aston Smith

Saturday, May 27, 2017

Someone had a bad winter, 
someone else had a good walk.

"the walk liberating, I was released from forms,   
from the perpendiculars,
      straight lines, blocks, boxes, binds
of thought
into the hues, shadings, rises, flowing bends and blends   
               of sight:"

from Corsons Inlet
By A.R. Ammons

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