Tuesday, May 14, 2013
Monday, May 13, 2013
Sunday, May 12, 2013
Saturday, May 11, 2013
Friday, May 10, 2013
Wednesday, May 8, 2013
Gary Snyder's Birthday Today
It is Gary Snyder's birthday today. My favorite books of poems by him is The Back Country. He was born in San Francisco in 1930.
Here is a brief selection from his nonfiction book, The Practice of the Wild:
Here is a brief selection from his nonfiction book, The Practice of the Wild:
Monday, May 6, 2013
They Don't Want to Hear From You
Lou, they don’t want
to hear from you. They
don’t want to see
anything you do.
You don’t belong, Lou.
So how long you going
to keep asking to be
considered? Lou,
you were born behind
and never caught up.
Stubborn’s not a talent
they’re looking for.
If they had wanted you,
they would have sent
for you by now, Lou. They
would have sent for you.
Hans Ostrom
to hear from you. They
don’t want to see
anything you do.
You don’t belong, Lou.
So how long you going
to keep asking to be
considered? Lou,
you were born behind
and never caught up.
Stubborn’s not a talent
they’re looking for.
If they had wanted you,
they would have sent
for you by now, Lou. They
would have sent for you.
Hans Ostrom
Saturday, May 4, 2013
Friday, May 3, 2013
Consumocracy Blues
They're spending what they don't have
on stuff that they don't need.
Yeah, they're spending what they don't have
on things they do not need.
Maybe they need to slide into
life with a simpler creed.
hans ostrom 2013
on stuff that they don't need.
Yeah, they're spending what they don't have
on things they do not need.
Maybe they need to slide into
life with a simpler creed.
hans ostrom 2013
Wednesday, May 1, 2013
Monday, April 29, 2013
The Planet Is Hooked
The fish are getting high
on our pharmaceuticals. Perch
take anti-anxiety meds
prescribed by our sewage
and runoff & they swim
like hell. We like to share.
Gulls smoke our clouds of
junk, bears chew through plastic,
and clams can't find the calcium
anymore because of our acid trips.
The planet's on our street now.
We'll sell it anything.
hans ostrom 2013
on our pharmaceuticals. Perch
take anti-anxiety meds
prescribed by our sewage
and runoff & they swim
like hell. We like to share.
Gulls smoke our clouds of
junk, bears chew through plastic,
and clams can't find the calcium
anymore because of our acid trips.
The planet's on our street now.
We'll sell it anything.
hans ostrom 2013
Friday, April 26, 2013
Old Man, I'm Talking to You
Old man, I'm talking to you. I am you.
I didn't used to be. I used to fly past
on a train. You'd be sitting on a bench
at the station--gray eyes, gray sweater,
a blur of inert age. And I? Well, I
was all tendon-taught, unfraught, lithe,
and smug with youth. Uncouth. I was
on my way to . . . to here, as
it happened. And it's happened.
I'm situated at the station now, too,
talking to you, old man. Here
comes a train.
hans ostrom, 2013
I didn't used to be. I used to fly past
on a train. You'd be sitting on a bench
at the station--gray eyes, gray sweater,
a blur of inert age. And I? Well, I
was all tendon-taught, unfraught, lithe,
and smug with youth. Uncouth. I was
on my way to . . . to here, as
it happened. And it's happened.
I'm situated at the station now, too,
talking to you, old man. Here
comes a train.
hans ostrom, 2013
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