Archive for the ‘Gary Snyder’ Tag

Sabino Canyon Horse Corral   Leave a comment

Sabino Canyon Fenceline-72-2Sabino Canyon Horse Corral — Photo-Artistry by kenne

“Nature is not a place to visit. It is home.”

— Gary Snyder

Hiking The Pistol Hill Trail   1 comment

pistol hill hike-3-72Hiking The Pistol Hill Trail (January 11, 2019) — Panorama by kenne

Images by kenne

“A clear attentive mind
Has No meaning but that
Which sees is truly seen.”

— from Plute Creek by Gary Snyder

Early December Snow On The Mountains   1 comment

Mt Lemmon (1 of 1)-blogEarly December Snow On The Santa Catalina Mountains — Image by kenne

I hold the most archaic
values on earth:

— the fertility of the soul
— the magic of the animals
— the power-vision in solitude
— the love & ecstasy of the dance
— the common work of the tribe

— Gary Snyder

This is posted as we watch severe weather, rain, and snow across the southeast states. Our snow at the higher elevations of the surrounding mountains is nothing — stay dry and warm dear friends and family.

Sycamore Canyon   1 comment

Sycamore Canyon-Edit-2-blogSycamore Canyon in the Santa Catalina Mountains — Photo-Artistry by kenne

In a tangle of cliffs I chose a place — 
Bird paths, but no trails for men.
What’s beyond the yard?
White clouds clinging to vague rocks.
Now I’ve lived here—how many years —
Again and again, spring and winter pass.
Go tell families with silverware and cars
“What the use of all the noise and money?”

— Gary Snyder

Two-Tailed Butterfly   6 comments

two-tailed swallowtail butterfly (1 of 1)-2 art blogTwo-Tailed Butterfly — Photo-Artistry by kenne

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Some critic tried to put me down —
“Your poems lask the Basic Truth of Tao”
And I recall the old-timers
Who were poor and didn’t care
I have to laugh at him,
He misses the point entirely,
Men like that
Ought to stick to making money.

— Gary Snyder

Old Baldy And A Poem I Will Never Write   Leave a comment

Super Trail Vista (1 of 1)-5Hiking The Super Trail On Mt. Wrightson — This image by kenne is of Old Baldy from the Josephine Saddle.

Thinking about a poem I’ll never write.
With gut on wood and hide, and plucking thumb,
Grope and stutter for the words, invent a tune,
In any tongue, this moment one time true
Be wine of blood or rhythm drives it through —
A leap of words to things and there it stops.

— from the poem “A Stone Garden” by Gary Snyder

When It’s Hot In The Desert, We Go To Nearby Mountains   Leave a comment

Madera Canyon 13162 II blogA Cool Summertime Choice When You Live In Tucson — Image by kenne

“The mind wanders. A million
Summers, night air still and the rocks
Warm. Sky over endless mountains.
All the junk that goes with being human
Drops away, hard rock wavers
Even the heavy present seems to fail
This bubble of a heart.

— from the poem “Piute Creek” by Gary Snyder

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