The sky enfolds pale
and the rain makes suggestions
while mist chews the trees
Author: Jared Way
Caveat: Tree #1040
This is a tree viewed by looking straight up at the site of the new well-shed thing.
[daily log: walking, 1km; ditchdigging, 1m]
Caveat: Poem #1025
There are plenty of words at the start. These words emerge and tumble down. They fall in cold rivulets. Soon, there are piles of words. Strangers tromp through them. They block the view. Children play. I sigh. Stop.
Caveat: Tree #139
This is a sad-looking pine tree about two-thirds of the way up the slope toward the treehouse location. It’s the only actual pine tree I’ve run across on Arthur’s two lots – there are quite a few of them out east along the road where the muskeg is (the flat stretch near the bridges), but not so many here along the hillside. This pine tree looks like someone attempted to decapitate it at some point, but it’s decided to stay in the game for now.
[daily log: walking, 1km; ditchdigging, 1m]
Caveat: Poem #1024
one oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh - two to the tenth
Caveat: Tree #138
I scrubbed barnacles in the morning.
I dug ditches in the afternoon.
No walking took place.
So, here is a tree from the archives: on the grounds of the Korean Shamanism Museum, July, 2017.
[daily log: walking, 1.5km]
Caveat: The Moronic Barnacles
I think The Moronic Barnacles should be the name of a musical group.
Instead, there are barnacles (probably moronic) attached to the bottom of Arthur’s boat. It is my mission to try to remove them.
Caveat: Poem #1023
A string sings along through the lumpy, bumpy sea... our sad, swollen sea.
Caveat: Tree #137
Arthur and I went out in the boat today. Still fishless, though.
The tide was very low in the morning. I took this picture of a tree reflected in the water with a fat starfish under the water in the shade of the dock.
Here is the low tide – you could actually step from the beach to the dock.
Here is a sea otter I saw.
[daily log: walking, 1.5km]
Caveat: where is the man who lives out of himself?
Where is the Poet
The inky-garmented, truth-dead Cloud — woven by dumb ghost alone in
the darkness of phantasmal mountain-mouth — kidnapped the
maiden Moon, silence-faced, love-mannered, mirroring her golden
breast in silvery rivulets:
The Wind, her lover, grey-haired in one moment, crazes around the
Universe, hunting her dewy love-letters, strewn secretly upon the
oat-carpets of the open field.
O, drama! never performed, never gossiped, never rhymed! Behold — to
the blind beast, ever tearless, iron-hearted, the Heaven has no
mouth to interpret these tidings!
Ah, where is the man who lives out of himself? — the poet inspired often
to chronicle these things?
- Yone Noguchi (Japanese poet [composing in English], 1875-1947)
Caveat: Poem #1022
the tide is quite low there are crabs among the rocks an eagle watches.
Caveat: Tree #136
A tree out along the road a ways.
[daily log: walking, 4km]
Caveat: Poem #1021
Wind precludes the silence which sits waiting at the edge of things, off in the forest, there, down by the surging waters, where the eagle crouches, watching, and no one awaits nothing but time.
Caveat: Tree #135
This is a the tree at the corner where the new driveway splits off from the expressway.
I am making progress on the well shed thingy.
[daily log: walking, 1km; digging gravel, 50cm]
Caveat: Poem #1020
some survivalists surveyed their situations and gazed at the sky
Caveat: Tree #134
We went into town to do shopping today. So here is a tree from the archives.
This tree in spring bloom is in front of the building where the Karma Academy was, in its last location in Goyang City, South Korea, where I worked from 2011-2018.
[daily log: walking, 1km]
Caveat: Poem #1019
Hi, narrator here. Please disregard these meanings. The words stand alone.
Caveat: Tree #133
I drove to Hollis this morning, to drop Arthur at the ferry for a day trip into Ketchikan, because he is supposed to get MRI and CT scans. I told him to watch out for those high-energy photons.
I stopped by the road on the way back to Craig, and took this picture of a tree (or rather, it’s the snag that’s so prominent, here).
I also made this unexpected anachronism sighting by the road near Hollis.
I drove back to Craig, hung out at home (I didn’t get called to substitute, today), then drove back to Hollis in the evening to get Arthur back off the ferry.
[daily log: walking, 1km; driving, 130km]
Caveat: Poem #1018
Firstly, we gazed askance at the spaceship Plunging wild through the grim-faced sky. Flares were winking on a trailing wingtip Where a faded emblem seemed to fly. Secondly, speakers sung with the voices Screaming out dangers and proffering choices, Hinting at various important things. Dark was the mood then, beshadowed by wings. Thirdly, our leaders emptied the city. Multitudes fled to the sun-tortured hills, Some of them starving while others sold pills Which the wounded endured. Such a pity. Endless miseries kept ensuing - Doubts, above all. What were we doing?
Caveat: Tree #132
I got to go be a substitute teacher today.
Here is a tree (or three) at the north side of the Craig Elementary School playground, today.
[daily log: walking, 1km]