Posts Tagged ‘blogs’

I am very excited that the author of A Twisted Pair has quoted me in the post – Be here now – particularly since I hadn’t remembered writing the comment he quoted and it sounded pretty good – I had one of those, gee, did I write that moments?

But as an artist who has been working almost thirty years for a very limited audience I have been delighted to find others out here in a creative and nourishing nexus.

I am reminded of a professor I had in graduate school in the early 1990s – Teachers’ College, Columbia University.  I was improbably working on (but destined not to finish, thankfully) a Phd in math education. He had returned to teaching after working as an experimental mathematician for Bell Labs and he had done a lot of work on multidimensional geometry. He talked a lot about modeling geometric solids that had more than three connections in space from their vertices – any number, n dimensional! It ended up having a big impact on how phone traffic is routed.

This was all before the internet was much – but I suppose it was a vision as to how it works now – a connection, to a connection, to a connection – almost a living network of nerve cells.

And so we blog. But not to boost our ego, but to lose it in our work, in the game, as we are reminded by A Twisted Pair’s post – out here in the vastness of the internet….

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i am of the earth
humus and clay

eroded experience
composted wood and feathers

open and receptive

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The Snoqualmie was a zoo this weekend. Everyone was there. I took Elaine up Saturday and she decided to carry her beach chair on her back but changed her mind about the flower press (thank god) and left it in the truck. She did manage to catch a nice trout – second time fly fishing – and then sat in the chair and read. I told her some people pay $400 for a guide to show them how to catch a fish like that. Plus tip. She bought me a hamburger and a beer later that night at the North Bend Bar and Grill and I was very appreciative. It was a particularly tasty hamburger.

Anyway as we were going up river yesterday, this couple was coming down, they were obviously local white trash – cigarettes, tattoos and a spinning rod – even though the river is catch and release and fly-fishing only… Elaine is always friendly to who ever she sees so we stop and say hello.


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Even a bad day fishing is better than a good day doing something else – I think I wrote something like that a long time ago when I was writing stories. Then again, maybe someone else wrote it. It must be a universal truth for people who fish with intent. A great day fishing is one where the water and the sky and the rocks, (oh how I do love the rocks as they glow underwater and the current moves around them!), vacuum all the thoughts from my mind until it feels as empty as the river looks; the ideas, feeling and worries become hidden like the fish are in the seams of the current.


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a spider
clinging to the windshield
both of us traveling
seventy miles per hour
down I-90

but, i’m driving
belted in
creeping slowing
punished by the wind

small legs, solid body
around the corner on my left
and out of sight

a safe crevice?

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pink dog-wood tree
rooted in the earth
graceful branches sway in the breeze
years of yearning
striving towards the sun

bottle green humming bird
beating wings floating on the air
beautiful blur
flying from flower to flower
angular actions

there for only a
both of them

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