W/ out seeing t end of time. Glad to hear it. This is Jim Harrison the UP poet? His library poems collected from 2012 are so different. But not knowing the end means he kept the door open for more of his life of Bokowskiing. Beautiful poem. I published my end of times today because i trust woman as far i can throw her. Good verbiage to you all. Take many notes. For example new humans donot read. Ask them. Do you know what a miser is? No, " i cannot read" she or he will say. Dudes and ladies. Poetry? It is up to you now. The cat, sat. On the matt.
Damn. Right there with him.
Man Dog by Jim Harrison
I envied the dog lying in the yard
so I did it. But there was a pebble
under my flank so I got up and looked
for the pebble, brushed it away
and lay back down. My dog thus far
overlooked the pebble. I guess it's her thick
Lab fur. With my head downhill the blood gorged
me with ideas. Not good. Got up. Turned around. Now I
see hundreds of infinitesimal ants. I'm on an
ant home. I get up and move five feet.
The dog hasn't moved from her serene place.
Now I'm rather too near a thicket where
I saw a big black snake last week that might decide
to join me. I moved near the actual dog this time
but she got up and went under the porch. She doesn't like
it when I'm acting weird. I'm failing as a dog
when my own kind rejects me, but doing better
than when I envied birds, the creature the least
like us, therefore utterly enviable. To be sure
I cheeped a lot but didn't try to fly.
We humans can take off but are no good at landing.
Last two lines got to my heart. Beautiful!
God I love him.
wonderful imagery....i love Harrison.
That last line is a killer.
Here’s what I thought about, that the math, 68+7=75. So he wrote that prose poem about lives and time at 75 -- and I’m now 72 going on 73.
That gives me a lot of time think and to reach his level of understanding of my many lives. That’s plenty, but I shouldn’t waste them.
Oh wow. ❤️
Reading Jim Harrison with the full moon, brilliant. in the sky outside my window. Doesn't get any better than that.
"A chickadee so light ... she wasn't believable." Magic.
O yes, as ever, with Jim.
"Time is a mystery
that can tip us upside down."
It is the DELIGHT of life to be many ages without seeing the end of time
🙏🏽✨️
Those last couple lines. Damn
W/ out seeing t end of time. Glad to hear it. This is Jim Harrison the UP poet? His library poems collected from 2012 are so different. But not knowing the end means he kept the door open for more of his life of Bokowskiing. Beautiful poem. I published my end of times today because i trust woman as far i can throw her. Good verbiage to you all. Take many notes. For example new humans donot read. Ask them. Do you know what a miser is? No, " i cannot read" she or he will say. Dudes and ladies. Poetry? It is up to you now. The cat, sat. On the matt.
This is Beautiful. Captures perfectly a conversation I was having with my older brother yesterday.