I believe that once or twice I’ve commented on the fiction of Jim Harrison. Here’s the beginning of his poem Suzanne Wilson:
Is it better to rake all the leaves
in one’s life into a pile
or leave them scattered? That’s a good question
as questions go, but then they’re easier to burn
in one place.
I’m sure I’m doing Harrison a disservice by not including the whole text (so you get the whole idea), instead leaving it up to you to find a copy of Saving Daylight (2006), page 101, on your own.
Meanwhile, my copy is due back at the library tomorrow….
1 March 2007 at 8:47 am
mouse's moom says:
Well, *this* is probably totally *not* what was being referred to in the quote, but it immediately made me think of the Fin Family Moomintroll philosophy on scattering ashes. Rather than dumping a whole container into a body of water or whatever, my dead folk are all over the country. One of the most fun to sprinkle my anti-development brother was on the seat of a bulldozers in the woods at the end of the beach.
Of course, neither Jim nor Jack specified anything about where their ashes should go and I knew them well enough to know they didn’t really give a damn.
But I’ll put that book on my summer reading list.
1 March 2007 at 8:50 am
mouse's moom says:
Uh, that would be: One of the most fun *places* to sprinkle my anti-development brother was on the seat of a bulldozer
sin the woods at the end of the beach.Editing (or not) on the web…