Here's The Prize That You Have Won

Pentangle: Lady of Carlisle

DIANA TEMPLE FROM OUTSIDE BOUCHER CANYON
SOCKDOLAGER RAPID / HANCE RAPID DISTANT
GRANITE RAPID WITH DANA BUTTE
IT WAS A NORMAL DAY

In the room, the cats eat mad spaghetti
Talking of Lawrence Ferlinghetti.
--Richard Farina

I Would Still Be On My Feet

NASA: Candor Chasma animation

Like most others,
I was a seeker,
a mover, a malcontent,
and at times
a stupid hell-raiser.
I was never idle
long enough to do
much thinking,
but I felt somehow
that some of us
were making
real progress,
that we had taken
an honest road,
and that the best of us
would inevitably
make it over the top.

At the same time,
I shared a dark suspicion
that the life
we were leading
was a lost cause,
that we were all actors,
kidding ourselves along
on a senseless odyssey.
It was the tension
between these two poles---
a restless idealism
on one hand and
a sense of impending doom
on the other---
that kept me going.

--Hunter S. Thompson
The Rum Diary

Joni Mitchell: A Case of You...4/22/74


WHEELER POINT / DARWIN PLATEAU
POWELL PLATEAU FROM OUTSIDE GARNET CANYON (2)
MOUNT HUETHAWALI FROM HAVASUPAI POINT

And When I See The Sign That Points One Way

Billy Bragg: Walk Away Renee (Version)

She is standing on my lids
And her hair is in my hair
She has the color of my eye
She has the body of my hand
In my shade she is engulfed
As a stone against the sky

She will never close her eyes
And she does not let me sleep
And her dreams in the bright day
Make the suns evaporate
And me laugh cry and laugh
Speak when I have nothing to say

--Paul Éluard

HE DANCES AT DAYLIGHT
WAY OVER YONDER WHERE THE WIND BLOWS FREE

Down The Glen One Easter Morn

as down the glen one Easter morn
to a city fair rode I
there armed lines of marching men
in squadrons passed me by
no pipe did hum no battle drum
did sound its loud tattoo
but the Angelus Bell
o'er the Liffey's swell
rang out in the foggy dew

Clancy Brothers: Foggy Dew / Drums Under The Window / Easter 1916

the bravest fell
and the Requiem bell
rang mournfully and clear
for those who died
that Eastertide
in the springing of the year
while the world did gaze
in deep amaze
at those fearless men
but few
who bore the fight
that freedom's light
might shine through
the foggy dew

back through the glen
I rode again
and my heart
with grief was sore
for I parted then
with valiant men
whom I never shall see more
but to and fro
in my dreams I go
and I kneel and pray for you
for slavery fled
o you rebel dead
when you fell
in the foggy dew

Arcady / Frances Black: The Bold Fenian Men

You Were In It And I Was In It With You

Randy Newman: Last Night I Had A Dream

elvis sighting with south rim
explorers monument from royal arch route
swan valley wildlife trail camera
walthenberg canyon
they're living on nuts and berries
wherefore art thou, elvira?
yukon wildlife cams

175 Minutes From 47 Years Ago

Grateful Dead: Winterland, San Francisco...3/18/77

jet to the promised land
mississippi half-step
it's all over now
sugaree
new minglewood blues
peggy-o / cassidy
scarlet begonias
fire on the mountain
samson and delilah
brown-eyed women
good lovin'
ship of fools
estimated prophet
terrapin station
drums ~~ not fade away
st. stephen
around and around
uncle john's band

MOHAVE POINT FROM MONUMENT CANYON
INNER GORGE OUTSIDE CLEAR CREEK CANYON
REFLECTIONS IN PHANTOM CREEK
SEVENTY-FIVE MILE CANYON WITH MOOSE

You Must First Invent The Universe

Grateful Dead: 2/24/74

If you want

to make

an apple pie

from scratch,

you must first

invent

the universe.

--Carl Sagan

We See This Empty Cage Now Corrode

Bob Dylan: Visions of Johanna

people keep telling me
you know,
you ought to stop writing
racetrack poems,
you have no idea
how boring they are.

well, I was at the track
the other day
and I had to go in
and take a piss.
I unzipped and stood there
grabbing and groping
and tugging.
I tugged and I groped and
I grabbed
and the guy next to me
said:
"my god, you must really
have a lot of it..."
and I told him,
"nothing like that, sir,

I've got my shorts on
backwards."
I got it out
from underneath
and pissed half of it
down my leg.
then I went out
and caught a
six to one shot
who won
by four lengths.

this is just another
boring poem.


--Charles Bukowski
I Can't Stop

It Is A Dance We Do In Silence

Jackson Browne: Our Lady of the Well...(NYC 1972)

Now more than ever do I realize
that I will never be content with a sedentary life,
that I will always be haunted by thoughts of a sun-drenched elsewhere.
--Isabelle Eberhardt
The Nomad: Diaries of Isabelle Eberhardt

You Make Me Smile With My Heart

Miles Davis: My Funny Valentine...2/12/64

Frank Sinatra: My Funny Valentine

Being with you and not being with you
is the only way I have to measure time.
--Jorge Luis Borges
The Book of Sand

A Keg Of Beer And An Accordion Revisited

Brahms: Hungarian Dance No. 1

No. 4

I asked the professors
who teach the meaning of life
to tell me what is happiness.
And I went to famous executives
who boss the work
of thousands of men.
They all shook their heads
and gave me a smile as though
I was trying to fool with them.
And then one Sunday afternoon
I wandered out along
the Desplaines River and
I saw a crowd of Hungarians
under the trees with
their women and children
and a keg of beer
and an accordion.
--Carl Sandburg

No. 5

We Could Hear The Distant Howling Of Wolves

Thelonious Monk: "Round Midnight...Norway 1966

Then we looked back and saw where the clear line of Dracula’s castle cut the sky; for we were so deep under the hill whereon it was set that the angle of perspective of the Carpathian mountains was far below it. We saw it in all its grandeur, perched a thousand feet on the summit of a sheer precipice, and with seemingly a great gap between it and the steep of the adjacent mountain on any side. There was something wild and uncanny about the place. We could hear the distant howling of wolves. They were far off, but the sound, even though coming muffled through the deadening snowfall, was full of terror.
--Bram Stoker