just mentioning
I thumb the books for quotes and find none. First Jim Harrison, then Neruda, then Edward Abbey. My mind rolls off to that Utah desert. Currently reading a book about a man who was trapped there, his wrist pressed to the wall by a boulder. While not all that well written, the story interests me. Though I’m not sure how he prevails in the end, I do know that he severed his own hand. I have thoughts on this of course, but sometimes, just mentioning, not explaining feels best. Today I am quiet. The sun drops earlier. The squirrels look more frantic. Walnuts in their teeth. Fires in Califonia. Rain here. Vicente Amigo.
Posted by jeff pitcher at October 14, 2004 07:10 PM
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That's so funny that you are writing about the man that sawed his arm off. I was just talking about him yesterday and the day before that. He came up in conversation w/ a couple of people after I had gotten a glass ring stuck on my finger. I slammed my hand down on the counter and a little chunk in the back broke off creating a razor edge that was slicing into my finger. The ring was stuck and the more I moved the ring - the more it cut me. I eventually got it off by pinching it w/ a pair of pliers -
anyways - when I told a couple people this story - they were somehow reminded of this man!!
Posted by: Jen at October 15, 2004 06:33 AM
