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Sat 21 Jan, 2006 03:31 pm
I hope this is legit to post, this is from an article in the atlantic monthly writen by Garrison Kellor in which he re-writes the star spangled banner as if it were written by a different poets. He does this one as if it were written by Gary Snyder my favorite Zen/Cowboy poet
The Star Spangled Banner as if written by Gary Snyder
"Up in the night to piss
Saw the flag
Stripes & stars
Reflected in the stream
& in the morning
Still there.
i'm no poetry buff but i've come across gary snyder from time to time. didn't know he was a cowboy; assumed he was a hippie/beatnik sort. anyway, anybody who writes a book called Turtle Island is probably ok. ;-)
Nice.
Jack had nothing on Gary.
Re: If Gary Snyder
dyslexia wrote:
"Up in the night to piss
Saw the flag
Stripes & stars
Reflected in the stream
& in the morning
Still there.
Really enjoyed Gary Snyder.
A shame that there's not more of his poems to read.
Ask & you'll receive! Thanks, Walter!
Here's my contribution:
Why I Take Good Care Of My Macintosh Computer
Because it broods under it's hood like a perched falcon
Because it jumps like a skittish horse
and sometimes throws me
Because it is pokey when cold
Because plastic is a sad, strong material
that is charming to rodents
Because it is flighty
Because my mind flies into it through my fingers
Because it leaps forward and backward
is an endless sniffer and searcher,
Because its keys click like hail on a rock
& it winks when it goes out,
& puts word-heaps in hoards for me, dozens of pockets of
gold under boulders in streambeds, identical seedpods
strong on a vine, or it stores bins of bolts;
And I lose them and find them,
Because whole worlds of writing can be boldly layed out
and then highlighted, & vanished in a flash at
"delete" so it teaches
of impermanence and pain;
& because my computer and me are both brief
in this world, both foolish, and we have earthly fates,
Because I have let it move in with me
right inside the tent
And it goes with me out every morning
We fill up our baskets, get back home,
Feel rich, relax, I throw it a scrap and it hums.
~
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