The Hammock Papers: Young

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31 March 2026

Happy Birthday, Angus Young

Angus Young was born on this day in 1955.

"Riff Raff" (it's in high definition so you won't miss any nuance)...

06 January 2026

Happy Birthday, Malcolm Young

Malcolm Young was born on this day in 1953.

"Heatseeker"...

23 November 2025

Invent.

Young, The Meeting Place, 2012

ANSWER to the QUESTION HOW CAN YOU BECOME a POET

take the leaf of a tree

trace its exact shape

the outside edges

and inner lines

memorize the way it is fastened to the twig

(and how the twig arches from the branch)

how it springs forth in April

how it is panoplied in July

by late August

crumple it in your hand

so that you smell its end-of-summer sadness

chew its woody stem

listen to its autumn rattle

watch it as it atomizes in the November air

then in winter

when there is no leaf left

invent one

Eve Merriam

28 September 2025

05 January 2025

Calming.

Young, Early Visit in the Fog, 2011

... [T]he calming effect of such a forgotten space.

30 October 2024

29 October 2024

Ain't.

Don't need reason

Don't need rhyme

Ain't nothin' that I'd rather do

28 October 2024

09 July 2024

31 March 2024

Happy Birthday, Young

This is Angus Young of AC⚡DC and he was born on this day in 1955.

Off their Easter album, here's "Hell Ain't a Bad Place to Be" ...

06 January 2024

Happy Birthday, Malcolm

Malcolm Young was born on this day in 1953.

AC⚡DC, "If You Want Blood (You've Got It)" ...

22 May 2023

Enthusiasm.

None are so old as those who have outlived enthusiasm.

Henry David Thoreau

31 March 2023

Happy Birthday, Angus

Angus Young was born on this day in 1955.

AC⚡DC, "Whole Lotta Rosie" ...

And just like that, it's Friday.

23 February 2023

Happy Birthday, Young

Rusty Young was born on this day in 1946.

"Magnolia," with Poco, Rusty playing a beautiful steel ...

18 December 2022

Gathers.

de Saedeller, A Valley in Wales, 1916

The END of a WINTER DAY

The leaves drift toward the earth like ships to land,

A voyage launched from timbers' great lofty berths,

Toward harbors safe, concealed from raider bands,

Of icy galleons coursing wintry dearth.

Squirrels don thick coats against Wind's numbing dare,

Mount last determined searches 'long the ground.

Brown grass conceals the season's paltry fare,

As hopeful birds scratch for what may be found.

Through frosted windows glow the hearth's warm light,

As fading day casts shadows 'cross the lawn,

And grey meets grey as winter gathers might,

Undaunted as the chimney starts to yawn.

Farewell brave day as twilight draweth nigh.

Perchance on morrow sun will gather high.

Dan Young

28 July 2022

Upward.

The heights by great men reached and kept were not attained by sudden flight, but they, while their companions slept, were toiling upward in the night.

Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

29 April 2021

Exuberance.

Saints have no moderation, nor do poets, just exuberance.

Anne Sexton

31 March 2021

Happy Birthday, Angus

Angus Young was born on this day in 1955.

"Live Wire" ...

14 November 2020

Happy Birthday, Young

James Young was born on this day in 1949.

"Miss America" ...

BARRY HINES

"That's why it makes me mad when I take her out and I'll hear somebody say, 'Look, there's Billy Casper there wi' his pet hawk. I could shout at 'em; it's not a pet, Sir, hawks are not pets. Or when folks stop me and say, 'Is it tame?' Is it heck tame, it's trained that's all. It's fierce, and it's wild, an' it's not bothered about anybody, not even about me, right. And that's why it's great.Look, there's Billy Casper there wi' his pet hawk.' I could shout at 'em. It's not a pet, Sir. Hawks are not pets. Or when folks stop me and say, 'Is it tame?' Is it heck tame, it's trained, that's all. It's fierce, and it's wild, an' it's not bothered about anybody, not even about me right. And that's why it's great." (A Kestrel for a Knave)

WOLFGANG AMADEUS MOZART

"When I am, as it were, completely myself, entirely alone and of good cheer – say travelling in a carriage or walking after a good meal, or during the night when I cannot sleep – it is on such occasions that my ideas flow best and most abundantly. Whence, and how, they come I know not ; nor can I force them. Those ideas that please me I retain in memory and am accustomed, as I have been told, to hum them to myself. If I continue in this way, it soon occurs to me how I may turn this dainty morsel to account, so as to make a good dish of it. That is to say, agreeable to the rules of counterpoint, to the peculiarities of various instruments etc. All this fires my soul, and, provided I am not disturbed, my subject enlarges itself, becomes methodised, and defined, and the whole, though it be long, stands almost complete and finished in my mind, so that I can survey it like a fine picture or a beautiful statue at a glance. Nor do I hear in my imagination the parts successively, but I hear them, as it were, all at once. What a delight this is, I cannot tell."

WALT WHITMAN

The spotted hawk swoops by and accuses me, he complains of my gab and my loitering. I too am not a bit tamed, I too am untranslatable, I sound my barbaric yawp over the roofs of the world. The last scud of day holds back for me, It flings my likeness after the rest and true as any on the shadow’d wilds, It coaxes me to the vapor and the dusk. I depart as air, I shake my white locks at the runaway sun, I effuse my flesh in eddies, and drift it in lacy jags. I bequeath myself to the dirt to grow from the grass I love, If you want me again look for me under your boot-soles. You will hardly know who I am or what I mean, But I shall be good health to you nevertheless, And filter and fibre your blood. Failing to fetch me at first keep encouraged, Missing me one place search another, I stop somewhere waiting for you.

MARCUS AURELIUS

"Is your cucumber bitter? Throw it away. Are there briars in your path? Turn aside. That is enough. Do not go on and say, 'Why were things of this sort ever brought into this world?' neither intolerable nor everlasting - if thou bearest in mind that it has its limits, and if thou addest nothing to it in imagination. Pain is either an evil to the body (then let the body say what it thinks of it!)-or to the soul. But it is in the power of the soul to maintain its own serenity and tranquility."

VINCENT van GOGH

"What am I in the eyes of most people? A nonentity or an oddity or a disagreeable person — someone who has and will have no position in society, in short a little lower than the lowest. Very well — assuming that everything is indeed like that, then through my work I’d like to show what there is in the heart of such an oddity, such a nobody. This is my ambition, which is based less on resentment than on love in spite of everything, based more on a feeling of serenity than on passion. Even though I’m often in a mess, inside me there’s still a calm, pure harmony and music. In the poorest little house, in the filthiest corner, I see paintings or drawings. And my mind turns in that direction as if with an irresistible urge. As time passes, other things are increasingly excluded, and the more they are the faster my eyes see the picturesque. Art demands persistent work, work in spite of everything, and unceasing observation."