Its Doomed but Not Undangerous Hound Complacency

Miles 24 to 26 the best two miles of the thoroughly excellent 36 mile Waterloo-Pinckney Trail, we hiked through it Tuesday, peepers and redwing blackbirds and sand hill cranes screaming!

I do not regret not bringing paint and canvases. Brought Cărtărescu and Proust and Ballard and McCarthy and not working and it doesn't bother me that it doesn't bother me it's not working. L and I hike in morning and early afternoon then she paints while I disc, write, then C and R come over for dinner and laughs and yap 

Program note: my son-in-law (who I love but much more importantly like)'s first name starts with I and while the gag is funny for at least a few seconds I need an alternative and since I dropped the secret code names for L (wife) and C (daughter) I need a letter for I instead of I so I hereby declare that I is henceforth R, the first letter of his last name

R (and C) doomier than me re: our dystopian future: R and I sit on the back porch after dinner sampling various tokes and yapping, he understands how the world works and for whom, we laugh. I promised I wouldn't say more here, but he (and C) know the score. We (me and C and R) shock L with our doominess, our certainly our shitty species will destroy the human world in C and R's lifetime. That trees will survive us (R has the same tree-philia that I do). I link-fished to send him some of these and some stuff not here, they are below this photo from the porch where they were caught, I (not R) share them with you

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TO BE WORN OPENLY AT THE WRIST, OR AT THE CHEST AND HIDDEN

Carl Phillips

If I believed in a god, he would be a sea god, like the sea

in its predictability—now approach, now recede—beneath

such a god I would not mind, I think, being the shore, say of the sea

what you will, it’s the shore that endures the routine loss

without which what strategies would there be for softening

the hollowness that any victory, give it time, comes with,

how curb the risk of arrogance, with its doomed but

not undangerous hound, complacency?

... I made this for you—

put it on. I know it’s not going to matter whether the decisions

I made were the ones eventually I even meant to make, or

should have, or should have thought maybe more than

twice about. What’s history anyway, except—according to

the latest mouth saying so—just what happened: I flourished

undramatically, to no apparent purpose, like pretty much

everyone. The sea dragged the shore; the shore suffered the sea.