Philip Guston: Wharf
Talking Heads: Stop Making Sense
Ed Ruscha: Dare
Jim Harrison: Barking
The moon comes up.
The moon goes down.
This is to inform you
that I didn’t die young.
Age swept past me
but I caught up.
Spring has begun here and each day
brings new birds up from Mexico.
Yesterday I got a call from the outside
world but I said no in thunder.
I was a dog on a short chain
and now there’s no chain.
Edward Abbey: What Zapata Said
The land,
like the sun,
like the air we breathe,
belongs to everyone—
and to no one.
