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At The End Of The Day   Leave a comment

Italian Trail Sunset-10 Art blogAt the End of the Day — Image by kenne

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Once at Cold Mountain, troubles cease —
No more tangled, hung-up mind.
I idly scribble poems on the rock cliff,
Taking whatever comes, like a drifting boat.

— Gary Snyder

Mixed Media Collage   Leave a comment

Cooper's Hawk Art DSC_0847 blog.jpgMixed Media Collage — Computer Art by kenne

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Cold Mountain is a house
without beams or walls.
The six doors lift and right are open
The hall is blue sky.
The rooms all vacant and vague
The east wall beats on the west wall
At the center nothing.

Borrowers don’t bother me
In the cold I build a little fire
When I’m hungry I boil up some greens.
I’ve got no use for the kulak
With his big barn and pasture —
He just sets up a prison for himself.
Once in he can’t get out.
Think it over —
You know it might happen to you. 

— Gary Snyder

Forgotten The Way By Which I Came   1 comment

Hutch's PoolSabino Creek Near Hutch’s Pool — Panorama by kenne

I wanted a good place to settle:
Cold Mountain would be safe.
Light wind in a hidden pine —
Listen close — the sound gets better.
Under it a gray-haired man
Mumbles along reading Huang and Lao.
For ten years I haven’t gone back home
I’ve even forgotten the way by which I came.

— Gary Snyder

On Top   3 comments

Aspen Loop August 2, 2013 5 Mushroom Art II blog“Mushroom Table” — Computer Art by kenne

On Top

All this new stuff goes on top
turn it over, turn it over
wait and water down
from the dark bottom
turn it inside out
let it spread through
Sift down even.
Watch it sprout.

A mind like compost.

— Gary Snyder

Autumn Scene   6 comments

Carter Canyon Trail-8130Autumn Scene blogAutumn Scene on Mt. Lemmon — Image by kenne

December at Yase

You said, that October,
In the tall dry grass by the orchard   
When you chose to be free,
“Again someday, maybe ten years.”

After college I saw you
One time. You were strange.   
And I was obsessed with a plan.

Now ten years and more have   
Gone by: I’ve always known
            where you were—
I might have gone to you   
Hoping to win your love back.   
You still are single.

I didn’t.
I thought I must make it alone. I   
Have done that.

Only in dream, like this dawn,   
Does the grave, awed intensity   
Of our young love
Return to my mind, to my flesh.

We had what the others   
All crave and seek for;
We left it behind at nineteen.

I feel ancient, as though I had   
Lived many lives.

And may never now know   
If I am a fool
Or have done what my   
       karma demands.


-- from “Four Poems for Robin," The Back Country by Gary Snyder


Extruded Art & Snyder Poem, “Water”   1 comment

Checkerspot-2856 extruded art blog IIImage by kenne

Water

Pressure of sun on the rockslide
whirled me in a dizzy hop-and-step descent,
Pool of pebbles buzzed in a Juniper shadow,
Tiny tongue of a this-year rattlesnake flicked,
I leaped, laughing for little boulder-color coil —
Pounded by heat raced down the slabs to the creek
Deep tumbling under arching walls and stuck
Whole head and shoulders in the water:
Stretched full on cobble—ears roaring
Eyes open aching from the cold and face a trout.

— Gary Snyder
“I am a poet who has preferred not to distinguish in poetry between nature and humanity.”

A Cold Mountain Poem   Leave a comment

Cold Mountain 0862 blog IIDesert Chicory on Mt. Lemmon — Image by kenne

One of my favorite books of poetry is Riprap and the Cold Mountain Poems, by Gary Snyder. 

The book includes Snyder’s translations of Han-shan’s Cold Mountain Poems. Han-shan was both a man and a mountain, a mountain madman in an old line of ragged hermits. He lived at a place called Cold Mountain, a poor poet having a crazy character. He wrote poems that were rough and fresh, and when he wrote about Cold Mountain, he means himself, his home, his state of mind.

— kenne

Gary Snyder reading “I settled at Cold Mountain long ago . . .”

 

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