[pct-l] Bring Guidebooks or Maps?

[Jason Moores]

ah, Shroomer, while you are not safe I am not safe, and now you're really in
the total animal soup of time—

City Lights was the beacon of my youth, my pole star, my trail north to a
new home in the realm of nature and love.

Jackass


On Tue, Feb 15, 2011 at 9:05 AM, Scott Williams <baidarker at gmail.com> wrote:

> Ya Jackass, next to Muir's Home, is City Lights Bookstore in SF, in terms
> of pilgrimage sites.  While Lawrence Ferlinghetti is still alive, it's worth
> the visit.  Probably will be after he's gone as well.  He's got to be in his
> 90's.  I hiked with many much younger than I all summer, and my theme song
> was WCW's poem, To Daphne and Virginia,
>
> "The smell of the heat is boxwood
>                       When rousing us
>                                            a movement of the air
> stirs our thoughts
>                      that had no life in them
>                                             to a life, a life in which
> two women agonize:
>                       to live and to breathe is no less.
>                                              two young
> women...................
>
> A long poem, of longing and the love of an old man for all women, and for
> his two daughters in law in particular, of men and women.  I read it aloud
> at night several times as I felt so the kinship with WCW, surrounded by the
> loveliness of youth, and the confusion of all of us who love.  It got a good
> reception whenever I did.  And ya, he and crazy man Pound were what made the
> Beats happen.  I should have known you'd be a Howleee.
>
> Shroomer
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