How Poetry Comes to Me It comes blundering over the Boulders at night, it stays Frightened outside the Range of my campfire I go to meet it at the Edge of the light Online Source For All Ah to be alive on a mid-September morn fording a stream barefoot, pants rolled up, holding boots, pack on, sunshine, ice in the shallows, northern rockies. Rustle and shimmer of icy creek waters stones turn underfoot, small and hard as toes cold nose dripping singing inside creek music, heart music, smell of sun on gravel. I pledge allegiance I pledge allegiance to the soil of Turtle Island, and to the beings who thereon dwell one ecosystem in diversity under the sun With joyful interpenetration for all. Online Source 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.
Online Source Hay for the Horses He had driven half the night From far down San Joaquin Through Mariposa, up the Dangerous Mountain roads, And pulled in at eight a. m. With his big truckload of hay behind the barn. With winch and ropes and hooks We stacked the bales up clean To splintery redwood rafters High in the dark, flecks of alfalfa Whirling through shingle-cracks of light, Itch of hay dust in the sweaty shirt and shoes.
At lunchtime under Black oak Out in the hot corral, -The old mare nosing lunch pails, Grasshoppers crackling in the weeds- “I’m sixty-eight” he said “I first bucked hay when I was seventeen. I thought, that day I started, I sure would hate to do this all my life. And dammit, that’s just what I’ve gone and done.” From Riprap and Cold Mountain Poems by Gary Snyder, published by North Point Press. Copyright 1958, 1959, 1965 Gary Snyder.
The Essay on Online class compared to a traditional class
Gone are the days when knowledge and information as regard specific areas of study are concealed only within the circle of elites and affluent; when skills are passed from one person to another through apprenticeship; and when reading books and going to schools or universities are the only modalities of earning an education or degree. Current rapid information propagation is made possible through ...
Online Source Old Bones Out there walking round, looking out for food, a rootstock, a bird call, a seed that you can crack plucking, digging, snaring, snagging, barely getting by, no food out there on dusty slopes of scree- carry some-look for some, go for a hungry dream. Deer bone, Dall sheep, bones hunger home. Out there somewhere a shrine for the old ones, the dust of the old bones, old songs and tales. What we ate-who ate what- how we all prevailed. from Mountains and Rivers Without End, published by Counterpoint Press, 1996. Online Source Kisiabaton Beat-up datsun idling in the road shreds of fog almost-vertical hillsides drop away huge stumps fading into mist soft warm rain Snaggy, forked and spreading tops, a temperate cloud-forest tree Chamaecyparis formosiana- Taiwan hino ki, hung-kua i red cypress That the tribal people call kisiabaton this rare old tree is what we came to see.
from No Nature by Gary Snyder. Copyright 1992 by Gary Snyder. Online Source At Tower Peak Every tan rolling meadow will turn into housing Freeways are clogged all day Academies packed with scholars writing papers City people lean and dark This land most real As its western-tending golden slopes And bird-entangled central valley swamps Sea-lion, urchin coasts Southerly salmon-probes Into the aromatic almost-Mexican hills Along a range of granite peaks The names forgotten, An eastward running river that ends out in desert The chipping ground-squirrels in the tumbled blocks The gloss of glacier ghost on slab Where we wake refreshed from ten hours sleep After a long day’s walking Packing burdens to the snow Wake to the same old world of no names, No things, new as ever, rock and water, Cool dawn bird calls, high jet contrails. A day or two or million, breathing A few steps back from what goes down In the current realm. A kind of ice age, spreading, filling valleys Shaving soils, paving fields, you can walk in it Live in it, drive through it then It melts away For whatever sprouts After the age of Frozen hearts.
The Term Paper on Battle At Bear River
Patrick Edward Connor, a fiery, ambitious Irishman of 42, was unhappy. He had served with a Texas regiment under the command of Colonel Albert Sidney Johnston in the Mexican War, but before the war ended he had resigned his commission and joined the gold hunters in California. Unsuccessful in finding gold, he became a California ranger, a surveyor and a businessman. Still, his interest in the ...
Flesh-carved rock And gusts on the summit, Smoke from forest fires is white, The haze above the distant valley like a dusk. It’s just one world, this spine of rock and streams And snow, and the wash of gravels, silts Sands, bunch grasses, salt brush, bee-fields, Twenty million human people, downstream, here below. from No Nature by Gary Snyder. Copyright 1992 by Gary Snyder. Online Source Smokey the Bear Sutra Once in the Jurassic about 150 million years ago, the Great Sun Buddha in this corner of the Infinite Void gave a Discourse to all the assembled elements and energies: to the standing beings, the walking beings, the flying beings, and the sitting beings – even grasses, to the number of thirteen billion, each one born from a seed, assembled there: a Discourse concerning Enlightenment on the planet Earth. “In some future time, there will be a continent called America.
It will have great centers of power called such as Pyramid Lake, Walden Pond, Mt. Rainier, Big Sur, Everglades, and so forth; and powerful nerves and channels such as Columbia River, Mississippi River, and Grand Canyon The human race in that era will get into troubles all over its head, and practically wreck everything in spite of its own strong intelligent Buddha-nature.”The twisting strata of the great mountains and the pulsing’s of volcanoes are my love burning deep in the earth. My obstinate compassion is schist and basalt and granite, to be mountains, to bring down the rain. In that future American Era I shall enter a new form; to cure the world of loveless knowledge that seeks with blind hunger: and mindless rage eating food that will not fill it.” And he showed himself in his true form of SMOKEY THE BEAR A handsome smokey-colored brown bear standing on his hind legs, showing that he is aroused and watchful.
Bearing in his right paw the Shovel that digs to the truth beneath appearances; cuts the roots of useless attach- ments, and flings damp sand on the fires of greed and war; His left paw in the Mudra of Comradely Display – indicating that all creatures have the full right to live to their limits and that deer, rabbits, chipmunks, snakes, dandelions, and lizards all grow in the realm of the Dharma; Wearing the blue work overalls symbolic of slaves and laborers, the countless men oppressed by a civilization that claims to save but often destroys; Wearing the broad-brimmed hat of the West, symbolic of the forces that guard the Wilderness, which is the Natural State of the Dharma and the True Path of man on earth: all true paths lead through mountains – With a halo of smoke and flame behind, the forest fires of the kali-yuga, fires caused by the stupidity of those who think things can be gained and lost whereas in truth all is contained vast and free in the Blue Sky and Green Earth of One Mind; Round-bellied to show his kind nature and that the great earth has food enough for everyone who loves her and trusts her; Trampling underfoot wasteful freeways and needless suburbs; smashing the worms of capitalism and totalitarianism; Indicating the Task: his followers, becoming free of cars, houses, canned foods, universities, and shoes; master the Three Mysteries of their own Body, Speech, and Mind; and fearlessly chop down the rotten trees and prune out the sick limbs of this country America and then burn the leftover trash. Wrathful but Calm. Austere but Comic. Smokey the Bear will Illuminate those who would help him; but for those who would hinder or slander him, HE WILL PUT THEM OUT.
The Dissertation on “I Am the Greatest Man” a Critique on the Story of Individualism
“I AM THE GREATEST MAN” A CRITIQUE ON THE STORY OF INDIVIDUALISM People: Your selfish economic goals were one of the factors which are responsible for the invasion of Iraq. Why did not you care about others? Halliburton Co.: We intend to secure just our own interests. People: You have started the new scramble for Africa. This modern imperialism will be more malign than old colonialism. Why do not ...
Thus his great Mantra: N amah samantha vajra nam chanda maharoshana Sphataya hum tracks ham nam “I DEDICATE MYSELF TO THE UNIVERSAL DIAMOND BE THIS RAGING FURY DESTROYED” And he will protect those who love woods and rivers, Gods and animals, hobos and madmen, prisoners and sick people, musicians, playful women, and hopeful children: And if anyone is threatened by advertising, air pollution, television, or the police, they should chant SMOKEY THE BEAR’S WAR SPELL: DROWN THEIR BUTTS CRUSH THEIR BUTTS DROWN THEIR BUTTS CRUSH THEIR BUTTS And SMOKEY THE BEAR will surely appear to put the enemy out with his vajra-shovel. Now those who recite this Sutra and then try to put it in practice will accumulate merit as countless as the sands of Arizona and Nevada. Will help save the planet Earth from total oil slick. Will enter the age of harmony of man and nature. Will win the tender love and caresses of men, women, and beasts. Will always have ripe blackberries to eat and a sunny spot under a pine tree to sit at.
The Essay on Butte-Silver Bow County Montana
Population/Economic Status Assessment Population 2013: 34,534 Land area: 718.48 square miles Population density: 47.8 persons per square mile Population percentage under age 18: 20.7% Population percentage ages 65+: 17.0% Births 2012: 375 Birth rate per 1000 people: 11.3% Deaths 2012: 429 Death rate per 1000 people: 13% Senior Citizens: 16.5% Average household income: $38,971 Percentage of ...
AND IN THE END WILL WIN HIGHEST PERFECT ENLIGHTENMENT. thus have we heard. (may be reproduced free forever).
