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…
Weeds …by Damon Falke
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Book Notes …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…
An Everyday Life …by Damon Falke
I woke up today and made a cup of tea. It’s a little after 4:30 AM when I do this. It’s dark outside, but I look anyway. In another couple of months the sun will be shining through my kitchen…
All the Golden Lands… 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…
Real Silence… by Damon Falke
I woke up early this morning. Early is 3:30 am, this after an 11:30 bedtime. I sometimes hear people talk about how they can’t sleep. I wonder if they mean what I mean when I say that I can’t sleep.…
The World Made Flesh… by Damon Falke
There is much I will never write. This is a promise I have made to myself and to others. It is easy to imagine myself in one place or another, with a fly rod in my hand and another river…
Back to Fishing…by Damon Falke
Under the sun without summer and in landscapes familiar to me, and still I wonder what the hell am I doing here. A couple of weeks ago, I went for a walk not far from the house I’m renting and…
From There to Here: Meeting Jim Stiles and Writing for The Canyon Country Zephyr…by Damon Falke
It can be problematic writing about how we grew-up, about people we met in our younger days, and about those places that meant something to us. Essentially, many of us believe we are not capable of objectivity when reflecting upon…
At a Year’s End…by Damon Falke
My love I am sending you this picturesque view of the river –W.G. Sebald Again, remember that it is not the weight of the future or the past that is pressing upon you, but ever that of the present alone.…