Far from the metallic fever of clocks

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I hope to define my life, whatever is left,
by migrations, south and north with the birds
and far from the metallic fever of clocks,
the self staring at the clock saying, “I must do this.”
I can’t tell the time on the tongue of the river
in the cool morning air, the smell of the ferment
of greenery, the dust off the canyon’s rock walls,
the swallows swooping above the scent of raw water.

~ Jim Harrison from “The Golden Window” in In Search of Small Gods

Jim Harrison passed away on March 26, 2016


Notes: Photo – Your Eyes Blaze Out. Poem: Thank you Rob Firchau @ Hammock Papers

Comments

  1. wonderful!

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  2. and that is truly living.

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  3. We are so tied to the metallic fever of clocks – drives me bananas David! ❤
    Diana xo

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  4. Clocks and deadlines can run us ragged.

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  5. We watched a movie, a great movie, that puts time and life into perspective. It’s not scary, but it’s one that will be a cause for much discussion–and now that I have reached another “phase” or a Prospero “stage” [age 75], time, clocks, “musts” and “have-to’s” become so significant. Take a look at Never Let Me Go..

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  6. I love this so much.

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  7. I just love the silvery photo. Love. It.

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  8. Ah, yes, “Far from the metallic fever of clocks”…

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