A particularly happy kind of life March 6, 2014
Posted by Jenny in Lifestyle, nature, poetry.Tags: Gary Snyder, The North Coast, trail crew work, Zen Buddhism
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I want to share a short poem by Gary Snyder.
THE NORTH COAST
Those picnics covered with sand
No money made them more gay
We passed over hills in the night
And walked along beaches by day.
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Sage in the rain, or the sand
Spattered by new-falling rain.
That ocean was too cold to swim
But we did it again and again
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I especially like the way there is no period at the end. That allows “again and again” to keep going onward into a cycle of happiness.
Think of the simplicity of this life. Think of all the things people think they need in their lives, and how those things are not present here.
This poem is more structured than most of Snyder’s work. It has a consistent three-beat pattern, and the second and fourth lines of the stanzas rhyme. Many of his poems play with blank space on the page, odd typography. You could say they are free-range poems.
At the age of 83, he can look back on an extraordinarily adventurous and interesting life. Grew up on a farm, worked on a trail crew in Yosemite, studied Zen Buddhism in Japan in the Fifties before Zen became part of the counterculture, worked in the engine room of a Pacific tanker, went to India with Allen Ginsberg, and on and on.
In his poems you find the shadows of junipers, men chopping wood, a typhoon in a bamboo grove, truckloads of hay, a roadhouse in Alaska, sky over endless mountains
Africa November 17, 2012
Posted by Jenny in history, poetry.Tags: Africa, Congo rubber slaves, King Leopold, Nuba Mountains, South Sudan
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This poem is a pantoum.
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Africa
Deep in the interior, lines of smoke hung over the jungle.
Civilization came in a volley of gunfire.
Our steamer glided past the enigma of the coast,
past a black fringe of trees. Flags flapped above the settlement.
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Civilization came in a volley of gunfire.
He marked the location of a wide, silent lake.
Past a black fringe of trees, flags flapped above the settlement.
Nowadays, of course, the hotel boasts a generator.
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He marked the location of a wide, silent lake.
Violent lightning cleaves the skies over Juba.
Nowadays, of course, the hotel boasts a generator.
In the Nuba Mountains, families crouch in rock caves.
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Violent lightning cleaves the skies over Juba.
Swarms of zebra ebbed and flowed across the blue plains.
In the Nuba Mountains, families crouch in rock caves.
The animals succumb to the nightmare of history.
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Swarms of zebra ebbed and flowed across the blue plains.
King Leopold ignored reports of rubber slaves.
The animals succumb to the nightmare of history.
Company agents sliced off the rebels’ hands.
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King Leopold ignored reports of rubber slaves.
Deep in the interior, lines of smoke hung over the jungle.
Company agents sliced off the rebels’ hands.
Our steamer glided past the enigma of the coast.
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— Jenny Bennett
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