Pretty hike to Donut Falls this afternoon.
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@hauke1nk
Pretty hike to Donut Falls this afternoon.
Full of so much gratitude to come home to a box of books! Big love to Jen Tynes/ The Magnificent Field, Alban Fischer, and Nick Potter forever! Indian Summer Recycling has a link up at SPD: https://www.spdbooks.org/…/978…/indian-summer-recycling.aspx
A little light to sit with
The news in MI : )
Had a great time fishing for crawdads at Soldier Creek today : )
Excavating an old bottle that turns out to be an ancient looking glass/ lugging it home through the muck
water-memory
L Niedecker/ rock Frankie led us to in the park
I am so grateful for Claudia Keelan’s kind words about Indian Summer Recycling (forthcoming from The Magnificent Field); they help me move into the wake of these poems as a reader.
"Nathan Hauke’s Indian Summer Recycling reminds us that the ethics of recycling inscribe also a loss of origin. In the world of things—which includes people, and the language in which we describe those things— hierarchy vanishes. Animal, mineral, and ultimately refuse, things are themselves the evidence of their use and reuse. Finally, everything is nature. Though forever in the present tense, hope—or perhaps simply tenderness?—Hauke’s attention lives in the pivot between the desire to 'Love what’s gone/Ahead into new noise and affection' and the 'layered reverberations of childhood hymns' ('Long gone lonesome'). In their sway between blue’s refrains and the language of depiction, the poems in Indian Summer Recycling are beautifully true in their anguish."
P.S. We've got a barcode!
L. Niedecker
Amen, brother
Crashing around/exploring in a honor of an old buddy