Walden Pond, 08.31.2014

the waters run like steeds

melifluous pleats dwelling on the surface...

i remember

On Golden Pond when

a net of stars dawned on the waters

aquamarine...

 

no one looks happy

looks like the Puritans have won all the contests,

you have to give it to them...

they are so powerful in wanting

everyone to speak the same language

cutting out eros from language

and being very democratic, hey

even i

find myself agreeing with them.

 

the New England attitude...

nothing can ever go right

may as well enjoy the chaos,

i love chaos

i live in the throes of chaos,

kayaks and fishermen

in the lovely weather

slightly humid and i can't tell the difference

between koreans and americans

and why they hate each other

they're so same same same

always wanting the best things

constantly envying others,

puritan as a bone...

 

in Thoreau I find my mission statement:

I want to live life deliberately,

suck the marrows of life

and reduce life to its most basic terms.

 

there are stone sculptures in the water,

my son is obsessed with catching bluegills with his hands

and the pleats of the waters, so swellingly complete,

tone deaf new englanders,

only violence and dark tales quell them.

 

i'm enjoying the sandy beach at Walden Pond

and the hike

i can almost sense Thoreau's spirit...

 

vision quest is over.