Sep 20
Photo Taken: July 2010 - Sedona, Arizona
So, this is what it’s like to blog… huh. Let’s hope I keep up with this, shall we?
One reason why I thought making this page would be cool is to share some stuff I find interesting, neat, compelling, or just really enjoyable.
Here’s a poem by my latest literary obsession, Jim Carroll. It’s from the book he published at age 16 during the beginning of what would be a long struggle with hard drugs . He’s a mighty interesting man, though. I recently ordered and received his two diaries, and another poetry book of his later work. I encourage you to read them as well!
Anyway, onto the poem. It is an excerpt of a longer poem called “11 Trains.”
9th TRAIN (for B.G. & J.H.)
- ( if I really wanted you
- to feel that way
- I would tell only about the vains of silver
- hidden in these mountains
- and the Iroquois
- who hunted there
- that was all history
- perhaps white waters
- cascading unto rocks below it
- because water falls
- it does not rise
- it can not rise
- it is so simple
- it is a process
- yes, I would tell you
- about these things. )
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- Until next time - peace.
