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Nepalese Notebook: September 25th, 2014

September 25th, 2014Besi Sahar 760m.
You never expect it, but the high mountains soon give way to the low, and the day comes when it is cloudy and humid and easy to forget what is near.  Everything simply disappears without importance, and even if we believe in it, have seen it with our own eyes and accept it wholeheartedly, the lapse is too great, change is too certain, and what was once a thousand year old glacier is now the fountain you drink out of.  Now it is only a busy little Nepalese town where colorful buses pass, where street vendors and shops remind you of the growing indifference of what had once seemed normal, and a fleeting sense of accomplishment gives way to restlessness.  Could we have done more?  Having the trek over is short-lived, and looking back upon the hardships of the trail reminds one of a melancholic sort of comfort that creates new adventures and even more hardships before the time it takes your muscles to recuperate from the previous journey.  Pushing onese…

A Poet's Journal: October 12th, 2013

October 12th, 2013

Morning and evening have such an effect on the mind that it is a great consternation to wonder if it is the incline of the sun or the opacity of thought that keeps us from experiencing the world the way we think it should be.  From the one we are ever ready to see the intimacy for which to set ourselves down in its presence; and from the other to feel that instant of appearance wherein the whole land shall embrace an ephemeral perspective.
Douglas Thornton

A Poet's Journal: October 9th, 2013

October 9th, 2013

The joys and contentment of this world provide us with such a meaningful place that it is rather lamentable to find out that the grounds for their existence are weighed by the ruling hand of man, and man is subject to fault, and that even his fault may be given the appearance of success.  If we are confined to his limits, we are all kept busy by his inventions and make no greater use of them than they of us and though we may submit or rebel to his idea, we cannot change it, but that we are the bearers of this idea as well proves that we are not slaves to its existence.  Perhaps the most worrisome thing about this is that we are driven to get out of life a maximum potential of gain and comfort--cultural perceptions that change with time--and by this pass up what it is that we are actually trying to understand: a reason to have faith in life itself.  But there is also a capacity for a minimum effort, where monetary value only becomes compensation for what is superfluo…

A Poet's Journal: October 7th, 2013

October 7th, 2013

To peruse the pages of forgotten books is a pastime in which I shall always partake; and though it turns out that very few sentences are actually read, the mere fixture of the words, or the subject, create an affinity in the mind apt to deeper contemplation.  Hardly can such a book be opened before we feel exist a mystic relationship with what is old, and even more so to the obscure, and far from leading us into a clear path of understanding, that same awkward and unsettling sentiment transfixes us and our thoughts drift back and forth upon the page until it is no longer the story to which we are attached, but the power of our imagination.  It is only when we feel we need to know something that words become our greatest let down; they are but a means to the mysterious--for even among the driest of archaeological accounts there remains something so unilluminating, that were the greatest poet to take up their theme, he could not inspire a finer feeling than the descrip…