Friday, September 17, 2010
GENIUS
tousled sun-hair and wind-parched face
he digs ditches for the geothermal pipeline
and sleeps among the timber wolves
under one flamimg aurora
he left his heuristics and permutations
his powerbooks still calculating pi --
now insignificant in the ordered chaos
of the primeval tundra
(c) z m evensen
1995
Wednesday, September 15, 2010
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convict lake california fall 2009 |
trout fishing
a summer interlude
fishing for rainbow trout inthe high sierras
hiking scrambling among rocks and dusty trails
one back pack one slender pole
i don't know about you -- but i
prefer to fish on early mornings -- cold mornings
brushing the frost off my sleeping bag
i saunter to the lake's edge to find a rock to sit on
must be just right -- where the sun lights one's face
and large enough to take a nap on.
people have their own way of fishing
me? i prefer fishing with live worms
those neon day-glo excuses for salmon eggs
could attract trout? geez. there are no day_glo thingies
growing out of the lake bottom are there?
flicking the baited line with just the right parabola
and momentum -- just poetry just poetry
i could do this all day -- changing velocities
angles of release varying revolutions of reeling in
the line over and over again
playing out my stressess unexplained tensions
unanswered phone calls unnecessary guilts
undefined needs
if i do not catch anything
i played the lines and who cares anyway
but if i do __ aha!
i can gut fish with style
and finesse of a benihana chef
dinner will be truite bleu
sierra hash brown white wine fresh tomatoes
tonight, in the high mountains with you, my love
that's pretty close to heaven
(c) zita evensen
3 august 1993
post script -- sept 13 2010
Fishing was great ! W caught a three pound Alpers trout at a lake about 10,000 ft above sea level.
Apparently, the bears are very restless this late summer. One huge brown wandered near the fishing area -- grab a fish from a lady's catch and proceeded to saunter nonchalantly around the campground -- as if he was on a Sunday stroll. People were following him with cameras. Others were hurrying to clear as much space away from the bear. I jumped in my car . This was one day I did not bring my camera.
Thursday, September 9, 2010
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sunrise over the sherwins mammoth lakes, california |
MOON CALENDAR
moon of drifting shifting crystals
moon of star-waters and ice sundancers
moon of waking seeds and sweet baby greens
moon of shy daffodils and arrogant poppies
moon of wild strawberries and white corn
moon of warm night winds and hungry fires
moon of haunted pumpkins and old myths
moon of dark chestnuts roasting in ashes
moon of snow on chocolate furrow
moon of deer hoofs on frozen lichens
moon of warm den sleep
(c) z m evensen
13 july 1993
A NEW ADVENTURE
What a transition from the hurrying madding world of Los Angeles to the silence and grandeur of the high mountains of the Eastern Sierra. A learning experience and the learning curve both for mind and body was steep. What a challenge! What fun!
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