We had a grief we didn't understand while standing at the edge of some low scrub hills as if humans were extra or already gone

Wonderland Trail, Acadia, yesterday, (better at other place).

Activated:

Cat drive-byer said she saw Frankie then fucked up a door. Thank you, SeatSix, for fixing.

Also too:

• STOP EATING ANIMALS! please.
• The above is another reason why I might never read Moby Dick again (though I suppose I could skip the passages of whale anguish, though...).
• The Sixth Nonsense.
• Avedon's links.
• Consumer marketing distorts everyfuckingthing.
• On Andy Goldsworthy.
• I should be better at vacations than I am. We've already made reservations for next summer here, I can't wait to get home from that vacation.

ON A DAY, IN THE WORLD

Brenda Hillman

We had a grief

we didn't understand while

           standing at the edge of

   some low scrub hills as if

humans were extra

   or already gone;—
    

what had been in us before?

          a life that asks for mostly

    wanting freedom to get things done

in order to feel less

          helpless about the end

of things alone—;
   

when i think of time on earth,

   i feel the angle of gray minutes

          entering the medium days

    yet not "built-up":: our

work together: groups, the willing

    burden of an old belief,
   

           & beyond them love, as of

    a great life going like fast

creatures peeling back marked

    seeds, gold-brown integuments

    the color time

  will be when we are gone—