much emotional
content occurs before we
are nineteen, twenty
Probably everyone feels this on their first true flight from whatever nest, but it is no less real for being so universally shared!
We all have mothers and fathers, and what sweet anguish, sometimes terror, there is in those names.
If you give it much thought, the skeleton of life is stupendously ordinary.
So much of the emotional content of our lives seems to occur before we are nineteen or twenty, doesn’t it?
After that, especially by our age, we seem like stone walls, mortared together by scar tissue.
The whole point is not to be.
From all my reading done in construction camps throughout the world, the main point or challenge is to stay as conscious as possible, absurd as that seems.
Sundog: a novel : the story of an American foreman, Robert Corvus Strang, as told to Jim Harrison by Jim Harrison (Washington Square Press: New York, 1989).
No Haiku For You 