#jim harrison

[havingapoemwithyou]

Poem: Zona by Jim Harrison

[sashayed]

Zona

My work piles up, I falter with disease. Time rushes toward me— it has no brakes. Still, the radishes are good this year. Run them through butter, add a little salt.

Jim Harrison (1937-2016) Dead Man's Float, 2016

[apoemaday]

Death Again

by Jim Harrison

Let’s not get romantic or dismal about death. Indeed it’s our most unique act along with birth. We must think of it as cooking breakfast, it’s that ordinary. Break two eggs into a bowl or break a bowl into two eggs. Slip into a coffin after the fluids have been drained, or better yet, slide into the fire. Of course it’s a little hard to accept your last kiss, your last drink, your last meal about which the condemned can be quite particular as if there could be a cheeseburger sent by God. A few lovers sweep by the inner eye, but it’s mostly a placid lake at dawn, mist rising, a solitary loon call, and staring into the still, opaque water. We’ll know as children again all that we are destined to know, that the water is cold and deep, and the sun penetrates only so far.

[dk-thrive]

In a life properly lived, you’re a river. You touch things lightly or deeply; you move along because life herself moves, and you can’t stop it; you can’t figure out a banal game plan applicable to all situations; you just have to go with the ‘beingness’ of life.

— Jim Harrison, from "Jim Harrison, The Art of Fiction No. 104" in The Paris Review, Issue 107, Summer 1988

[hidefromthewrath]

[stex-actors-maxxing]

Actor maxxing: Day 20

Hans Johansson

Caboose - 1988-89 (Bochum)

Caboose - 1990 (Japan Tour)

[julesofnature]

There is a secretive melancholy among those who love and know the wilderness. It is an experience like religious conversion that has to be undergone to be understood.   ~ Jim Harrison

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