Tag: Damon Falke

As Things Stand Now …by Damon Falke

Tore's new tripod. Photo by Damon Falke

—for TS— T.S. Eliot wrote in The Waste Land, “April is the cruelest month,” and in the poem, “Home-Thoughts, from Abroad,” Robert Browning penned, “Oh, to be in England/Now that April’s there.” I don’t know that I find April crueler…

In Town …by Damon Falke

"The Port." Photo by Charlie Henry

Here we are at the end of March, and I am thinking about December. Well, not really December. I am thinking about town and how I sometimes go there to write. Town can be a location and an idea. In…

Weeds …by Damon Falke

Hundejeks. Photo by Damon Falke

I made you take time to look at what I saw and when you took time to really notice my flower, you hung all your own associations with flowers on my flower and you write about my flower as if…

Book Notes …by Damon Falke

That's as far as I've gotten. Photo by Damon Falke

Unless by the force of eloquence they mean the force of truth: for then I do indeed admit that I am eloquent. But in how different a way from theirs!–From The Apology of Socrates by Plato Every passion borders on…

All the Golden Lands… by Damon Falke

We will not close this distance. Photo by Damon Falke

I like too many things and get all confused and hung-up running from one falling star to another till I drop. –Jack Kerouac, On the Road And still I look, certain you’ll leave me –Richard Hugo, “Upper Voight’s, To All…

The North … by Damon Falke

Perhaps light is the first thing that appears when I think of this place, light, the way it textures the world here. True, I see places where I have camped and fished and walked and drank coffee. I see cairns…