On page 276 of Saul Bellow’s “There is Simply Too Much to Think About”, in the writing called A World Too Much With Us, he writes:
For a very long time the world found the wonderful in tales and poems, in painting and in musical performances. Now the wonderful is found in miraculous technology, in modern surgery, in jet propulsion, in computers, in television and in lunar expeditions. Literature cannot compete with wonderful technology. Writers, trying to keep the attention of the public, have turned to methods of shock, to obscenity and super-sensationalism, adding their clamor to the great noise now threatening the sanity of civilized nations.
early up boy, with the dark and dark coffee
early to rise, healthy? wealthy? wise? triple check
early with a slice of silence, mmmmmm good with my coffee
what to do with an up early, trained like my running family, soldier life?
we write the DARK, we re-arrange the Gypsy Dust
we air wife’s tire we write at DHTC we hit with an old friend and talk teaching
and later-we wash our pants and watch a western
I noticed the breeze and wind, on this mountaintop
as they practiced with sticks, their martial arts
that the wind blows off the troubled brown leaf or weak branch of the tree-leaving it strong and beautiful
so I thought how the wind could blow the troubled thoughts and branches that lead to more trouble off me and out of my mind why not?
I only hope it does not blow into the ear of another and take root in their brain
I hope it melts into fresh, clean rain in the heat of the sun
this. . .is this
that. . .is that
please help me God or the devil, or ghosts of mine
to vacum out my head, slice and surgically remove the scar tissue of THAT.
I am here, but not.
I want to be now with the log I sit and write on. With this moss, or ant, breeze, rain or sunshine. . .only
but I have memory of this or thought of the future. . .that. both I’ve no control.
if Santa asked me what I want, “I want the now, just the now.”