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Post by maddogblues on Jan 29, 2010 19:53:01 GMT -5
I took this photograph yesterday while hiking up the trail to Tillamook Head. The center feature is a photoshopped stump of wood in a forest glade. But I thought I saw the form of a man standing there when I looked at the photo so I drew it out. Life is what we make it someone told me. I think it was my mother who said that. I'd like to rephrase it. 'reality is what we make it' and in the words of Paul Krassner 'reality is silly putty'. The forest is green and lush. Alive with decay. I didn't see any animals, but I heard the call of a raven several times. This poem came to mind as I looked at the photograph. www.writing.upenn.edu/pennsound/x/Ginsberg.php (scroll down to: Reading of Various Works, Date and Location Unknown. Choose 'Wales Visitation'. I heard Allen read this in 1968 at Hobart College before it was published. He had written it the year before. My wife and I sat on the floor of the gymnasium with everyone else. Allen burned incense in violation of the fire ordinance. No one was hauled away with mace, violence and tazers like we would expect after having passed through the Bush years. Public safety was ignored and no one was injured. I had my picture taken with Allen afterward. Today the ducks are courting. It is beautiful.
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