In the late sixties, in my sixteenth and seventeenth years, I underwent a basic meltdown, and put my parents through a harrowing ordeal which they did not deserve, and which they did nothing to cause. I ran away repeatedly, on one occasion to the island of Bimini in the Caribbean, where, stepping out of a bar, [...]
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. 2. By the oily Rock River: factory nights
Posted in Alfred Williams, Allen Ginsberg, Carl Sandburg, Charles Dickens, factories, George Orwell, Jack London, James Farrell, Marian Hollinger, pacifism, Satanic Mills, Walt Whitman, William Morris, Woody Guthrie on May 30, 2008 | Leave a Comment »
. 3. Along a wild stretch of the Calawah: wandering after Han-Shan
Posted in Basho, Calawah River, cedar mills, coastal Washington, Cold Mountain poems, dharma bums, Forks Washington, Gary Snyder, Han Shan, Hoh River, Jack Kerouac, Jack London, logging, love lost, mill injuries, rain, Ruby Beach, Sasquatch, seclusion in the woods, the Beats, Victoria Dickinson, tagged Cold Mountain poems, Gary Snyder, seclusion in the woods, Victoria Dickinson on May 29, 2008 | Leave a Comment »
Looking for work, I hit the road On a cold wet dawn in October of 1972, in my twenty-second year, my wife Vickie dropped me off on a lonely stretch of highway outside of Rockford, Illinois. We had hit a rocky patch, made worse by the fact that, as I had been on the losing end of a [...]









