Friday, 24 of May of 2013

Jenny McBride – In The Wild

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In lives nested with my life
I’ve lived in places wilder
Than these thoroughly permanent grey
Chicago suburbs.
As I arrange those memories
I try to be grateful without being greedy:
Living near the wild
Is a rare and great privilege.

But even here there are still
Wild moments to discover.
On my nine-mile winter darkness bike ride I think,
“This isn’t quite like being in Yellowstone,
“Not the same kind of place
“But in the same kind of spirit.”
The darkness holds my bicycle
Close to its secret heart
Where bison breathe winter air
With simple resistance.

Jenny McBride
July-August 2005 Earth First!
 
 


Gary Snyder – John Muir on Mt. Ritter:

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After scanning its face again and again,
I began to scale it, picking my holds
With intense caution. About half-way
To the top, I was suddenly brought to
A dead stop, with arms outspread
Clinging close to the face of the rock
Unable to move hand or foot
Either up or down. My doom
Appeared fixed. I MUST fall.
There would be a moment of
Bewilderment, and then,
A lifeless rumble down the cliff
To the glacier below.
My mind seemed to fill with a
Stifling smoke. This terrible eclipse
Lasted only a moment, when life blazed
Forth again with preternatural clearness.
I seemed suddenly to become possessed
Of a new sense. My trembling muscles
Became firm again, every rift and flaw in
The rock was seen as through a microscope,
My limbs moved with a positiveness and precision
With which I seemed to have
Nothing at all to do.

Gary Snyder


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