Yesterday late afternoon I look up and there in the pasture, live, is the inaugural spring parade. It has just started, the sheep, as always, lined up three abreast and leading the way, the mother on the high side, the daughter in the middle, the son on the low side, their crooked lips working the grasses (if there are actual grasses), their black hooves lost in the spring soft soil… Continue reading
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Last week in the rains, a frog leaped out from a row of yellow beans I was harvesting to land directly in my bucket about three feet away. As the bucket was almost full, and as I was on my knees, the frog and I were instantly eye-to-eye and intimate, his eyes showing greenish-yellow, mine maybe grayish-blue.
And as I didn’t say anything, and the frog didn’t say anything, we became close-up studies for each other, two strangers trying on their best Tao. Continue reading
From where I live on Saddleback Mountain the sky is blue as purest love just now. From west across to east, from north across to south, it’s the blue original, the blue Eve knew, the blue you wish of your friends, of your lover, of your song, this rarest of blue in perfect certainty.
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Today in Steubenville, OH, a man shot and wounded the judge who was overseeing a wrongful death lawsuit again him. The shooter, who was killed, was the father of a Steubenville High School football player who, when he was 16, was convicted of raping a 16 year-old girl.
James Wright, a poet whose work was well known in the 1960’s and 70’s, was born in Martin’s Ferry, WV. Martins Ferry is next door to Steubenville, OH. It is (and was) coal country, and both towns and the area generally have always been stressed economically. Continue reading
I’m back with a photo. I went looking for something, and here’s what I found: This man leaping. It’s by Andre Kertesz. Who I had never heard of. But then there’s lots and lots of photographers, of course. But you dig and dig and sometimes you find something. A photo worth spending time with. Why? Because you can look at it and look at it. Like you can read a book and reread the book. Or listen to a song and re-listen to the song. Dylan, Monk, Monroe, Bach, Continue reading