Do you know what I was smiling at? You wrote down that you were a writer by profession. It sounded to me like the loveliest euphemism I had ever heard. When was writing ever your profession? It’s never been anything but your religion.– Salinger, “Raise High the Roof Beam, Carpenters”
If trees gushed blood
When they were felled
By meddling man,
And crimson welled
From every gash– Mervyn Peake
His axe can give,
Would he forbear,
And let them live?
Are you more prickly? Or more gooey?
It’s no harder to be nice than it is to be creepy. And it’s much more fun.Neil Gaiman, Death: The High Cost of Living #1
The red nation shall rise again and it shall be a blessing for a sick world; a world filled with broken promises, selfishness and separations; a world longing for light again. I see a time of seven generations when all the colors of mankind will gather under the sacred tree of life and the whole earth will become one circle again.Tȟašúŋke Witkó (Crazy Horse), Oglala Lakota Leader (1840-1877)
Every solid thing, whether a toothpick or a trumpet, a porcelain plate or a helicopter, is fashioned from materials once birthed by the earth. Regardless of how profoundly they have been alchemized in the laboratory, the matter that gleams or sleeps in our creations—the stuff that lends its dull density or its porous whimsy to our tools and our machines, to our chairs and our computer screens—retains some trace of its old ancestry in the wombish earth, some memory of an age when it was not fashioned by an exterior will but bodied forth out of strain and exuberance.David Abram, Becoming Animal: An Earthly Cosmology
©2022 Michael Raven
Today seemed all about people having a chip on their shoulder and daring me to knock it off, whether it was online bluster, shoppers at a store I visited after working, family members, or drivers on the road. Everyone seemed a bit frustrated with something or another and I felt like they were taking aim at me because I seemed like the kind of person who might react in a way that would satisfy them.
And I might have at any other time, just gone and flicked that jagged wood chip flying and get into a match of verbal jousting, or a flipped bird, or a snarky comment to the effect of: “Oh, sorry, I didn’t realize this store was you own personal fiefdom; I’ll just get out of royalty’s way, right?”Continue reading “Be water”
©2021 Michael Raven
later -- i will just sit and breathe listening for the cry of the raven in the myrk of the night
“Uti-seta can also be seen as an encounter between someone who seeks knowledge (the pupil) and someone who has knowledge (the kennari or teacher). That meeting will take place at the point where the paths of teacher and pupil intersect: the crossroads.”Geir T. Zoëga, Concise Dictionary of Old Icelandic
I probably admire J.D. more than is warranted.