Emblem

Emblem

Away over down the floor, twilight. Brought and immense monument, closed eyes. Hedge, blue gathering, night and quiet.

Shaded edge of inner range, gold and snow.  Crow on mead. Thick eyelids, garlands, whiteness, brooding over leagues of grey pines; sun waves across through grain fields, river, black bridge, flooded and stained paddies.

Pitted red stones, gilt and curved December leaves rolling down, massed and overbent rice, thunder, paws of fox, toothed muzzle open, bundled-twig broom, stacked splits beneath the raised house. 

JF -- ca. 1992, written after my first time in Japan

Photograph by JF, Yellowstone Park, 1975.

February 1986

Photo of me, February 1986, Oregon, by Marc Myers.

And happy 157th anniversary of the founding of the state of Oregon. 

Obitulog

From Roman Scott's Obitulog. "I wonder if that guy is still alive?" Dneprov looked intriguing. 

 After the last posting, the blog subsided like the last notes of Schubert's 8th or Bruckner's 9th symphonies.

Guiteau/Garfield

Collage: Guiteau/Garfield, by JF, 2016.

This was inspired by my recently watching the Murder of a President documentary on PBS, on the assassination of President James A. Garfield

by Charles Guiteau.

Garfield, Arthur, Harrison, and Hayes, time of my father's time, blood of his blood, life of his life, . . . were the lost Americans: their gravely vacant and bewhiskered faces mixed, melted, swam together in the sea depths of a past intangible, immeasurable, and unknowable as the buried city of Persepolis.

-- Thomas Wolfe (source) 

I should re-read some Thomas Wolfe sometime. I always remember his description of his writing practice, using the top of a refrigerator as a desk.