My Most Beautiful Place On Earth   Leave a comment

carnales listen
to the hymn of it, the lie of it, the
prayer of it, the voices
singing our names: listen
it’s our story, it’s our song,
you’ve got to hear it —

— from the poem “Listen” by Luis Alberto Urrea

Becoming is Superior to Being

Starpass Trail 2012

Wildhorse TrailEdward Abbey begins his 1968 book, Desert Solitaire – A Season In The Wilderness with the sentence;

“This is the most beautiful place on earth.”

He continues:

“There are many such places. Every man, every woman, carries in heart and mind the image of the ideal place, the right place, the one true home, known or unknown, actual or visionary.

A houseboat in Kashmir,
a view down Atlantic Avenue in Brooklyn,
a gray gothic farmhouse two stories high at the end of a red dog road in the Allegheny Mountains,
a cabin on the shore of a blue lake in spruce and fir country,
a greasy alley near the Hoboken waterfront, or even,
possibly, for those of a less demanding sensibility, the world to be seen from a comfortable apartment high in the tender,
the velvety smog of Manhattan, Chicago, Paris, Tokyo, Rio or Rome —
there’s no limit to…

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Posted June 21, 2018 by kenneturner in Information

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