Alpine Fleeceflower at Pop Creek Pass [ click photo for next . . . ]
Member of the Buckwheat family——notice the knot-like swellings
Here's is an autumn trio of Alpine Fleeceflower images growing
giving the clan its other somewhat less charming common name,
Knotweed——after the first frost of highcountry autumn, the entire
plant loses its moisture, becomes paper-like in texture, and then
turns a stunning fiery orange to rusty red. With parboiling and
stirfying, much like, say, Burdock, the finger-thick roots
of Fleeceflower are not only edible but in my opinion a real
delicacy. If there is one plant to know in the Wallowas come
fall, this is it!
in diverse situations varying in altitude from about 2000 to 2400 m.,
and mostly seeming to prefer a granite (gray background!)
substrate. This is THE color of the Wallowas in September
and October:
Horesemen
Crossing
Fleeceflower
MeadowFleeceflower
At Glacier
Lake
Eagle Cap Wilderness . . .
ON THE NECESSITY OF POETRY
(i)
Walking from spring to spring,
one tires quickly of all
the intellectual bush-beating,
telling me I’m not thirsty
when I’m thirsty.
(ii)
Let’s be simple:
A house without a hearth
is a home without a center.
After somebody lets the fire
go out, they always like to tell
you it wasn’t important.
(iii)
Have you ever noticed that
bird calls are often answered
by silences of equal duration?
Who is to say which one—
the sound or the silence—
is more important?
(iv)
We are born naked; we make
love naked; and we die
naked;
Though not strictly necessary,
doing poetry naked seems to work
just fine, too.
(v)
Once the commons
are fenced in and sold,
on that very same ground
we’ll argue incessantly about—
the necessity of poetry.
Camp Lost & Found,
Eagle Cap Wilderness,
Oregon, IX.15.2008
ON THE NECESSITY OF POETRY
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