Daylight
Posted: February 27, 2016 Filed under: people, photography, poetry, time and space, writers Leave a comment
Did you notice the daylight today?
The days are short in December.
It comes before dark. Sometimes it passes
in a hurry to get someplace else
More friendly perhaps. Fiji maybe.
We become forgetful and miss it some days.
In March there were six different warblers
in one willow bush. What else could
you possibly want from daylight?
– Jim Harrison, Dead Man’s Float
Finger Snapping Time
Posted: February 21, 2016 Filed under: buddhism, people, photography, poetry, writers Leave a comment
Photograph of Blue Heron by Jesse Sublett
People can’t explain why they’re so crazy
The two evil birds on their faces
The three poison snakes in their hearts
One or another blocks their way
Making it hard to get hold of things
Lift your hand high and snap your fingers
Homage to the Buddha
– Poem #223 from The Collected Songs of Cold Mountain, translated from Chinese by Red Pine
First You Must Last
Posted: August 17, 2015 Filed under: books, sight seeing, writers | Tags: ernest hemingway, writers Leave a comment
Ernest Hemingway’s boyhood home in Oak Park, Ill. “Il faut, d’abord, durer.” – (“First of all, one must endure.”) – A saying of Hemingway, from a letter.
the roy hamric journal 