"I am not one who was born in the custody of wisdom. I am one who is fond of olden times and intense in quest of the sacred knowing of the ancients." Gustave Courbet

26 December 2024

Charlie Parr, "Blues for Whitefish Lake, 1975"

Heading across the lake in my little boat
A surface of glass
I am bound for a notch in the trees
Rotting wooden steps
It’s difficult to see in the waning light
Of northland’s October evening
Concentrate on the pool of water
That travels from bow to stern ...


It's sandwich time.


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