Online journal capturing the moment and the memory of moments. A meadow meditation. |
L'aura del campo 'é a lua, é a lua, na quintana dos mortos' ♣ Federico García Lorca ♣ L'aura del campo. A breeze in the meadow. So it began the last day of Spring, 2005; on the 16th day of the month of Light of the year 162. This is a supplement to my daily journal written to a friend, my muse; notes I do not share. Here I will share what the breeze has whispered to me. PLEASE LEAVE COMMENTS! I LV COMMENTS! On a practical note, in answer to your questions: IN MEMORIUM VerySara passed away November 12, 2005 Please visit her port to read her poems and her writings. More suggested links: These pictures rotate. Kåre Enga ~ until everything was rainbow, rainbow, rainbow! And I let the fish go. ~ Elizabeth Bishop, The Fish |
This too is the West This is the West: an image of cowboys-n-injuns, coyotes-n-bears, guns cocked, cocks stiff and ready. And this is the West: Blackfeet cowboys rustling up steers, the last bison grazing, bears scarce, wolves aware they're not wanted. While limp cocks-of-the-walk seek bitches and pussy in pale tattoo parlors, the library parking lot, pink punk rock bars. Yes, hikers still speak of Wilderness: the snow blocked pass, the fire-in-the-woods, a huckleberry patch. It's still out there. And songs still howl about who-left-who but the beat hops to an earsplitting screech. Stops at midnight as drunks remember they have exams this week. This too is the West: a cowgirl finishing her Environmental Studies degree, a Biker her training to be an EMT. a Blackfeet her hard earned J.D. © Kåre Enga 26.october.2014 |