“My host was shoeing a great blond carthorse with a mane and tail of tousled flax. He wave when I went into his smithy and mumbled good morning though a mouthful of horsenails.”-Patrick Leigh Fermor
note: the quotations is from A Time of Gifts by Patrick Leigh Fermor
photo: Lake Tahoe taken while hiking with a friend.
note: Sunrise at Diamond Peak Ski Resort at Lake Tahoe.
Good morning,it’s Wednesday. Pause,Relax,Listen to Music.
Dvorak Cello Concerto II – Yo Yo Ma – Berliner Philharmoniker
note: Zip Lines in Tahoe City, California, near Lake Tahoe
What do I have but old age
a dramatic entry to stereotypes
accumulated languages of dead trees
flying fish caught in sandstorms.
Days advance carrying experiences
arriving at terrifying surprises
I don’t have a key to the house
outside I stand in a thunderstorm
do not hide, shrug your fear,
I say to myself,
spread your hands in jubilation.
Is it reality or fiction?
I’m looking for poetry of fresh languages
a balance of “dread and beauty”
full of spice and promise.
Can I be a time traveller
be a “native of the mind?”
We live in a constellation
Of patches and of pitches,
Not in a single world,
In things said well in music,
On the piano and in speech,
As in the page of poetry-
Thinkers without final thoughts
In an always incipient cosmos.
The way, when we climb a mountain,
Vermont throws itself together.
note:a poem by Wallace Stevens. Quoted from his book, Opus Posthumous
note: Napa River at the Napa Riverfront