. . . another year has passed, or so they say, but calenders lie. They're a kind of cosmic business machine like their cousin clocks but break down at inappropriate times.
Jim HarrisonDeath steals everything except our stories.
Jim HarrisonI'm hoping to be astonished tomorrow
by I don't know what.
My heart must open to the cosmos with no langauage unless we invent it moment by moment in order to breathe.
Jim Harrison(from: Age Sixty-nine)
Often, lately, the night is a cold maw
and stars the scattered white teeth of the gods, which spare none of us. At dawn I have birds, clearly divine messengers that I don't understand
yet day by day feel the grace of their intentions.
(from: Age Sixty-nine)
There is this circle I walk
that I have learned to love.
I hope one day to be a spiral
but to the birds I'm a circle.
Perhaps when we die our names are taken
from us by a divine magnet and are free
to flutter here and there within the bodies of birds.
I'll be a simple crow
who can reach the top of Antelope Butte.
(From: Hard Times)
Life is an honor, albeit anonymously delivered.
Jim HarrisonI wish Barry Lopez would write novels.
from "Conversations with Jim Harrison
Tag: nature-writing
I was on the verge of jumping into one of those holes in life out of which we emerge a bit tattered and bloody, though we remain sure nonetheless that we had to make the jump.
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