Monday, November 1, 2010


"Only by going alone in silence, without baggage, can one truly get into the heart of wilderness. All other travel is mere dust and hotels and baggage and chatter." - John Muir in a letter to his wife Louie in July 1888

Riprap - gary snyder

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 an endless
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.

photos: j. kwon & s. winesett

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