Friday, April 24, 2009

Another Moment with Jim Harrison



DRINKING SONG

I want to die in the saddle. An enemy of civilization
I want to walk around in the woods, fish and drink.

I'm going to be a child about it and I can't help it, I was
born this way and it makes me very happy to fish and drink.

I left when it was still dark and walked on the path to the
river, the Yellow Dog, where I spent the day fishing and drinking.

After she left me and I quit my job and wept for a year and
all my poems were born dead, I decided I would only fish and drink.

Water will never leave earth and whiskey is good for the brain.
What else am I supposed to do in these last days but fish and drink?

In the river was a trout, and I was on the bank, my heart in my
chest, clouds above, she was in NY forever and I, fishing and drinking.


-Jim Harrison

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I don't so much want a drink this morning, but it's going to be in the seventies today and I would love to be slipping into the Pere Marquette River right about now.

Muchas truchas grandes, as we used to say.

Where is Gary Sorensen when you need him?

2 Comments:

Blogger Cindy Hunter Morgan said...

Ah, yes. Or Big Creek.

1:38 PM  
Blogger friberg said...

thank you for this.
Here's the latest Maira Kalman picture poem/essay/art piece in return.
http://kalman.blogs.nytimes.com/2009/04/23/may-it-please-the-court/?em

5:34 PM  

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