Friday, August 10, 2018

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:








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—


1 comment:

  1. I don't have any skin left on my face. Otherwise I'd vote for a goat carried in a tote. Teddy has been grooming my face every night and his tongue is like a file. That's what happened to my face.

    Another great poem! Thank you.

    This one is a favorite I came across while reading Carlos Castaneda:

    Hora Inmensa

    Only a bell and a bird break the stillness.
    It seems that the two talk with the setting sun.
    Golden colored silence,
    the afternoon is made of crystals.
    A roving purity sways the cool trees,
    and beyond all that,
    a transparent river dreams
    that trampling over pearls
    it breaks loose
    and flows into infinity.

    I'd bet Napoleon will be okay, cats are pretty smart. Just look at how well they train us!


    I think Donald Trump has dentures as his teeth look to regular to me.


    Fuck the Democratic Party. I'm in a rare mood this morning.


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