located on Paseo de Peralta in Santa Fe, New Mexico, U.S.A., this is a place of “a community of young artists, mentors, and volunteers”, it’s a really cool joint, I’ve been to some silk-screening classes & a concert there in the past, & it continues to be a spot I take an interest in, & would like to spend more time at, W21 features a variety of creative activities including open mic poetry nights, and media arts classes, https://sites.google.com/a/warehouse21.org/home/
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Through this toilsome world, alas!
Once and only once I pass;
If a kindness I may show,
To a suffering fellow man,
Let me do it while I can.
No delay, for it is plain
I shall not walk this way again.
– — anonymous (?)
Mountain Dew is the best pop I know
nothin’ else for me, none,
no, a day without it, I can’t go on
other pop can’t compare to this one.
It helps me to sleep,
It helps me to wake,
though I can’t
drink it with cake.
Its my life force
it flows through my veins
without it I’m nothing
I go insane.
From the green bottle or can
to the liquid it holds
from the bubbles it makes
to the sweet sizzling sounds.
I savor every bit
don’t waste a drop
so I keep drinking
and can’t stop.
– Cody Learned written while in Grade 10 at Lincoln Northeast High School in Lincoln, Nebraska, U.S.A.
published in “A Celebration Of Young Poets: Midwest – Spring 2004”
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by William Ernest Henley
(who passed away 105 years ago today)
Out of the night that covers me,
Black as the Pit from pole to pole,
I thank whatever gods may be
For my unconquerable soul.
In the fell cluth of cirumstance
I have not winced nor cried aloud.
Under the bludgeonings of chance
My head is bloody, but unbowed.
Beyond this place of wrath and tears
Looms but the Horror of the shade,
And yet the menace of the years
Finds, and shall find me unafraid.
It matters not how strait the gate,
How charged with punishments the scroll,
I am the master of my fate:
I am the captain of my soul.
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If an eagle be imprisoned
on the back of a coin,
and the coin be tossed
into the sky,
the coin will spin,
the coin will flutter,
but the eagle will never fly.
— Henry Dumas
something I’ve pondered several times
by Kathleen Norris
a book I read last summer, a good read
“… and I asked him if the angel had visited him here. “Don’t you know?” he said in the incredulous tone children adopt when adults seem stupefyingly ignorant. “Don’t you know?” he said, his voice rising, “This is where angels drown.”
“Reading is a solitary act, one in keeping with the silence of the Plains, but it’s also paradoxically public, as it deepens my connections with the larger world.”
“Silence is the best response to mystery.”
“We know it won’t last, not in Dakota, and we stay anyway. That is our glory, both folly and strength.”
“Many farmers I know use language in a way that is as eloquent as it is grammatically unorthodox.”
“Rather, it is a way of surrendering to reduced circumstances in a manner that enhances the whole person.”
“Desert wisdom allows you to be at home, wherever you are.”
“The Dakotas are America’s empty quarter…”
“Say what you will about our climate, in Dakota we say it keeps the riff raff out.”
“It may be odd to think of living in Dakota as a luxury, but I’m well aware that ours is a privileged and endangered way of life, one that, ironically, only the poor may be able to afford.”
“Our odd, tortured landscape terrifies many people. Some think it’s as barren as the moon…”
“In western Dakota, as in few other places I’ve seen in this country, one realizes the truth of Gertrude Stein’s remark, “In the United States there is more space where nobody is than where anybody is.” Eleven counties in South Dakota now meet the traditional definition of frontier, places having two or fewer persons per square mile.”
“The Plains are not forgiving. Anything that is shallow – the easy optimism of a homesteader; the false hope that denies geography, climate, history; the tree whose roots don’t reach ground water – will dry up and blow away.”
“…my blood so like the sea in chemical composition, my every cell partaking of air. I live about as far from the sea as is possible in North America, yet I walk in a turbulent ocean. Maybe that child was right when he told me that the world is upside-down here, and this is where angels drown.”
“As Emily Dickinson once said, “You know there is no account of her death in the Bible, and why am I not Eve?””
“Shadows ‘n’ Owls: A Message From Jim Sullivan”
“Dairy farming made an empiricist out of me. When I was a little boy I had to walk alone at night with bucket and lantern, down throught the trees by the river, and milk cows in a dark barn. There was no room in my life for bogeymen or poltergeists, anything I couldn’t explain. There were shadows ‘n’ owls, that’s all.”
“When you get the feeling that the whole world can see you but no one is watching, you have come to the grasslands of North America.” – Dan O’Brien In the Center of the Nation
“Where I am is a place that does not readily render its secrets or subtleties.”
“Where I am is a place where Native Americans and whites live alone together, to paraphrase David Allen Evans, a South Dakota poet.”
“Where I am is a place where the human fabric is worn thin, farms and ranches and little towns scattered over miles of seemingly endless, empty grassland.”
“Some have come to prefer the treelessness and isolation, becoming monks of the land, knowing that its loneliness is an honest reflection of the essential human loneliness. The willingly embraced desert fosters realism, not despair.”
“The West River of Dakota encourages you to either make or find deserts for yourself.”
“The irony and wonder of all this is that it is the desert’s grimness, its stillness and isolation, that bring us back to love.”
“For one who has chosen the desert and truly embraced the forsaken ground it is not despair or fear or limitation that dictates how one lives. One finds instead an openness and hope that verges on the wild…”
“I’ve come to think that one thing that distinguishes a frontier is the precarious nature of the human hold on it.
The severe climate of Dakota forces us to see that no one can control this land. The largeness of land and sky is humbling, putting humankind in proper perspective.”
“I know that Thomas Jefferson, who first read Plato’s “Republic” in Greek at the age of seventy-one and found it overrated, believed that the independent farmer was a foundation stone of American democracy. But, knowing that the words for liberty and library come from the same Latin root, he also believed that the farmer had to be well read for democracy to work.”
“It’s a dangerous place, this vast ocean of praire. Something happens to us here.”
“The midwestern landscape is abstract, and our response to the geology of the region might be similar to our response to the contemporary walls of paint in museums. We are forced to live in our eye.” – Michael Martone
“Maybe seeing the Plains is like seeing an icon: what seems stern and almost empty is merely open, a door into some simple and holy state.”
“There is the Zen of it: “When you come to a place where you have to go left or right, ” says Sister Ruth, “go straight ahead.””
“If this process of leveling down, of making everybody alike… is allowed to continue, America is doomed to become the most impoverished land spiritually on the face of the earth; out of our highly praised melting pot will come a dull… smug complacency, barren of all creative thought… Soon we will have reached the perfect democracy of barrenness… Dead will be the hidden life of the heart which is nourished by tradition, the idioms of language, and our attitude to life. It is out of these elements that character grows.” – Ole Rolvaag Giants of the Earth
“If we’re to accomplish anything worthwhile, we must do it as Norwegians. Otherwise we may meet the same fate as corn in too strong a sun.” – Ole Rolvaag
“Ghosts don’t exist in some cultures.” – Martin Broken Leg
“They think time exists.” – Martin Broken Leg
“I said that telling a poet not to look for connections is like telling a farmer not to look at the rain gauge after a storm.”
Bible: Isaiah: “All flesh is grass.”
“I recall a saying of the desert monks: If a man settles in a certain place and does not bring forth the fruit of that place, the place itself casts him out.”
“I was reading one of the old ones who said, “One who keeps death before his eyes conquers despair.” The little girl calls me, holding up her paper for me to read:
When my third snail died, I said,
‘I’m through with snails,’
But I didn’t mean it.”
“A Newsweek reporter captured the essence of the communities…
“…Some are sophisticated and scholarly, others are earthy and well-balanced, a few are simply God’s fools.” “
“True hospitality is marked by an open response to the dignity of each and every person.”
“At another, when I remarked that my stereotypes had been shattered, expecting monks would hate women, a monk replied, “You came at the right time. We had one like that, but he died.””
“She said, speaking of the relationship between Benedictines and the Vatican, “We’re a very decentralized order, and the popes don’t like that, because when they want to tell us what to do, they can’t find us.””
“All monasteries have their characters, and in taking to heart Benedict’s admonishment to “support with the greatest patience one another’s weaknesses in body or behavior,” monks often sense that their homes are the last refuge of the eccentric.”
“Of course our laughter came, as all true humor does, from a displacement of context.”
“The point is not to avoid having fun but to keep in balance one’s need for food, work, prayer, rest, and play. Moderation is essential, for, in the words of Amma Syncletica, a fourth-century desert nun, “lack of proportion always corrupts.””
“Like country folk everywhere, monks develop an ability to party simply but well.”
“What sets monks apart from the rest of us is not an overbearing piety but a contemplative sense of fun.”
“Unable to sleep, I’ve been reading the words of a modern monk: “You have only to let the place happen to you… the loneliness, the silence, the poverty, the futility, indeed the stillness of your life.””
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