Category: Columbia

Searching for Knowledge

Knowledge
Knowledge

I went to Columbia River Park this afternoon to get some exercise and be near the water. I saw this guy standing there for a long time and asked him if he was thinking about going swimming. He smiled and told me he was praying and that his name was Knowledge.

We stood there and talked for almost an hour about money, about work and about peace of mind. By sheer coincidence neither of us have any of those things but we did seem to have a lot in common.

Confucius (allegedly) said: “The hardest thing of all is to find a black cat in a dark room, especially if there is no cat.” Thinking back to our conversation I believe that’s what he was trying to explain to me.

I am with the roots of flowers

Sunflower Field Columbia, P.A.
Sunflower Field Columbia, P.A.

“i am with the roots
of flowers
entwined, entombed
sending up my passionate blossoms
as a flight of rockets
and argument;
wine churls my throat,
above me
feet walk upon my brain, monkies fall from the sky
clutching photographs
of the planets,
but i seek only music
and the leisure
of my pain”

Charles Bukowski, The Roominghouse Madrigals: Early Selected Poems

The Old Man and the Sea

Into the fog
Into the fog

“Fish,” he said, “I love you and respect you very much. But I will kill you dead before this day ends.” Santiago, The Old Man and the Sea

Note: This man is not really old relatively speaking, and the sea is actually the Susquehanna River, but he seemed pretty determined to go fishing in such a dense fog. No guts no fish to gut I guess.