April was poetry month. I didn’t take enough advantage. Here’s one for May. From Gary Snyder, and his book of uncollected poems called Left Out in the Rain: New Poems 1947-l985 THEN When everybody in the world has a carand nobody knows the smellpeople will be amazed at our carpentryall the deer in zoosthey’ll rememberContinue reading “Then (by Gary Snyder)”
Category Archives: love poems to the world
The Female John Muir
The LATimes, for all its present woes, still has some wonderful writers, and one of my personal favorites is Susan Salter Reynolds, the lightest and most charming of all book reviewers alive today. Blessedly, she has a great interest in the planet. Here’s her review of three books on the environment from two Sundays ago,Continue reading “The Female John Muir”
We Interrupt This Blog for Donald Hall
A couple of days ago, Donald Hall was named poet laureate of this great (if sometimes misguided) nation. A better choice could hardly be imagined: Hall has the deep literary roots and the skills to impress the academics (see his delightful "Mr. Eliot," about meeting, yes, T.S. Eliot)…but also the common touch, the ability toContinue reading “We Interrupt This Blog for Donald Hall”
Sunday Morning on the Planet
“Time is but the stream I go a-fishing in. I drink at it; but while I drink I see the sandy bottom and detect how shallow it is. Its thin current slides away, but eternity remains." Walden, "Where I Lived, and What I Lived For," by Henry Thoreau
Sunday Morning on the Planet
Well, the town is still in shock, stunned by the dynamic debut of three new superheroines. Even this Sunday morning, these three are on our minds, since we saw them at the Theatre 150 show in Ojai known as Saving the World: One Story at a Time. It’s a full night of original short plays,Continue reading “Sunday Morning on the Planet”
Struggling Through a Bog
Faithful readers know that in recent months yours truly has been troubled by a frustration with the modern nature of time itself. That’s putting it pretentiously, but sometimes one has to reach above the routine to express the sense of a change, and for the moment, it’s the best I can do. But you mightContinue reading “Struggling Through a Bog”
The Clock of the Long Now
On a walk the other night I was listening through my futuristic little Shuffle iPod to John Lennon being interviewed by Jann Wenner back in l972, and couldn’t help but be struck by Lennon’s eagerness to see the future. I can’t remember exactly how he put it, but his faith was absolute, unbending, full. HowContinue reading “The Clock of the Long Now”
The Unenlightened Face
The Buddhists speak of an UnenlightenedFace the face of one who has not yet found the light as I walk I turn myface toward the sun I feel its warmth but the light has not yet entered meperhaps the light must come from what was written what was told by thosewhoContinue reading “The Unenlightened Face”
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