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Huntington Zen Garden   Leave a comment

Huntington Zen Garden (March 31, 2022) — Panorama by kenne

I have lost count of the number of times I have visited the Huntington Library, Art Museum, and Botanical Gardens, collections-based research, and educational institution in San Marino, California. The Huntington is like a “riprap” — loose rocks used as a foundation that a person can assemble before them.

Riprap

Lay down these words
Before your mind like rocks,
                       placed solid, by hands
In choice of place, set
Before the body of the mind
                       in space and time:
Solidity of bark, leaf, or wall
                       riprap of things:
Cobble of milky way,
                     straying of planets,
These poems, people,
                       lost ponies with
Dragging saddles—
                      and rocky sure-foot trails.
Game of Go.
                       ants and pebbles
In the thin loam, each rock a word
                     a creek-washed stone
Granite: ingrained
                       with torment of fire and weight
Crystal and sediment linked hot
                       all change, in thoughts,
As well as things.

— Gary Snyder

Looking Back To Spring of 2011   Leave a comment

Originally posted April 2011 on Becoming is Superior to Being. — kenne

“The only thing we can perceive are our perceptions. In other words, consciousness is the matrix upon which
the cosmos is apprehended. Color, sound, temperature, and the like exist only as perceptions in our head,
not as absolute essences. In the broadest sense, we cannot be sure of an outside universe at all.” — George Berkeley

Artist Along Sabino Creek In Sabino Canyon, April, 2011 — Image by kenne

Water

Pressure of sun on the rockslide
Whirled me in 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 faced a trout.

 — Gary Snyder in Riprap and Cold Mountain Poems

The poem originally appeared Riprap, which was Snyder’s first book of poetry. For Snyder, nature as divine, which goes hand-in-hand with the biocentric nature of his Buddhist beliefs.

— kenne

Tea Garden   1 comment

Huntington Tea Garden (1 of 1) blog“Tea Garden” — Computer Painting by kenne

“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 or blood or rhythm drives it through —
A leap of words to things and there it stops.
Creating empty caves and tools in shops
And holy domes, and nothing you can name;
The long old chorus blowing underfoot
Makes high wild notes of mountains in the sea.
O Muse, a goddess gone astray
Who warms the cow and makes the wise man sane,
(&even madness gobbles demons down)
Then dance through jewelled trees & lotus crowns
For Narihira’s lover, the crying plover,
For babies grown and childhood homes
And moving, moving, on through scenes and towns
Weep for the crowds of men
Like birds gone south forever.
The long-lost hawk of Yakamochi and Thoreau
Flits over yonder hill, the hand is bare,
The noise of living families fills the air.”

— from “A Stone Garden” by Gary Snyder

“Lay down these words . . .”   1 comment

7 Falls (1 of 1)-23 blogBear Canyon Creek, Santa Catalina Mountains — Images by kenne

RIPRAP

Lay down these words 
Before your mind like rocks. 
                     place solid, by hands
In choice of place, set
Before the body of the mind
                     in space and time:
Solidity of bark, leaf, or wall
                     riprap of things:
Cobble of milky way,
                    straying planets
These poems, people,
                     lost ponies with
Dragging saddles
                    and rocky sure-foot trails.
The worlds like endless
                   four-dimensional
Game of Go.
                   ants and pebbles
in the thin loam, each rock a word
                   a creek-washed stone
Granite: ingrained
                     with torment of fire and weight
Crystal and sediment linked hot 
                     all change, in thoughts,
As well as things.

— Gary Snyder

Snyder, Tucson Festival, Garage Gallery

Gary Snyder at the University of Arizona Poetry Center, 2010

Art In The Canyon   Leave a comment

Artist Along Sabino Creek In Sabino Canyon, April, 2011 — Image by kenne

Water

Pressure of sun on the rockslide
Whirled me in 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 faced a trout.

 — Gary Snyder in Riprap and Cold Mountain Poems

The poem originally appeared Riprap, which was Snyder’s first book of poetry. For Snyder, nature as divine, which goes hand-in-hand with the biocentric nature of his Buddhist beliefs.

kenne

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