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from the void the mountain speaks the beat goes on in these desolate peaks moss covered stacks of sea floor and mantle embrace and fold in metamorphic tangle stunted fir clings graying roots exposed a rocky, barren life is all this sapling knows snowcapped elderberry scale the crevice where bear and wind make raucous passage avalanche chutes gracefully recline in verdant shades to the waterline lie in the meadow to calm the chatter make still the noise to blunt the clatter upon the coming of soft night undress this silence angel mine *I came to a point where I needed solitude and just stop the machine of 'thinking' and 'enjoying' what they call 'living,' I just wanted to lie in the grass and look at the clouds. -Jack Kerouac*
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Jul 11, 2016
Jul 11, 2016 at 11:55 AM UTC
Notes From The Void
from the void the mountain speaks the beat goes on in these desolate peaks moss covered stacks of sea floor and mantle embrace and fold in metamorphic tangle stunted fir clings graying roots exposed a rocky, barren life is all this sapling knows snowcapped elderberry scale the crevice where bear and wind make raucous passage avalanche chutes gracefully recline in verdant shades to the waterline lie in the meadow to calm the chatter make still the noise to blunt the clatter upon the coming of soft night undress this silence angel mine *I came to a point where I needed solitude and just stop the machine of 'thinking' and 'enjoying' what they call 'living,' I just wanted to lie in the grass and look at the clouds. -Jack Kerouac*
Just got back from our annual fishing trip in the North Cascades of Washington state. From a remote campground on the lake, one can hike steep Desolation Peak to the fire lookout where Jack Kerouac spent 63 days as a fire spotter in 1956. His experiences there were inspiration for the classic "Desolation Angels". My reference to "the void" arises from Kerouac's comment about the mountain looming largest in his view from the lookout - Mt. Hozomeen - which he described as "the void". Little has changed since 1956, still remote, still amazingly beautiful. I've yet to hike to the lookout (too busy catching rainbows, trout that is!) but it's on my "must do" list.
denel-kessler
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Jul 11, 2016
Jul 11, 2016 at 11:55 AM UTC
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