[this appears to be a book list of all the books I had on the shelf up there, including stuff I'd read before and brought up to think with. I can definitely pick out a large section of the list as being books I read for the first time up in the tower]
Psychology/Cognitive Science, etc:
Bly, Robert; Iron John
A Little Book on the Human Shadow
Pearson, Carol; The Hero Within: Six Archetypes We Live By
Maslow, Abraham; Religions, Values & Peak Experiences
Toward a Psychology of Being
Jung, Carl G.; Memories, Dreams, Reflections
Septem Sermones Ad Mortuos
Sinetar, Marsha; Ordinary People as Monks & Mystics
Fritz, Robert; The Path of Least Resistance
Dennet, Daniel C.; The Mind's I: Reflections and Fantasies on Self and Soul
Buscalia, Leo; Personhood
Mindell, Arnold; Riding the Horse Backwards, working with the dreaming body
Working on Yourself Alone
Harner, Michael; The Way of the Shaman
Highwater, Jamake; Primal Mind
Physics:
Zukaf, Gary; The Dancing Wu Li Masters
Capra, Fritjof; The Tao of Physics
Poetry:
Erdrich, Louise; Jacklight
Cummings, E.E.; 96 Poems
Budkowski, Charles; The Last of the Great Earth Poems
Barnard, Mary (trans.); Sappho
Mitchell, Stephen (trans.); The Selected Poetry of Ranier Maria Rilke
Bly, Robert (trans. editor); The Kabir Book
News of the Universe: Poems of Twofold Consciousness
Leaping Poetry
Rexroth, Kenneth (trans.); One Hundred Poems from the Chinese
Love and the Turning Year; One Hundred More Poems from the Chinese
Snyder, Gary; The Backcountry
Riprap and Cold Mountain Poems
Turtle Mountain
Myths & Texts
Rothemberg, Jerome (editor); Technicians of the Sacred -- Shaking the Pumpkin
Jeffers, Robinson; Selected Poems
Lorca, Federico Garcia; Selected Poems of Federico Garcia Lorca
Elliot, T.S.; The Wasteland and Other Poems
Ginsberg, Allen; Howl
Cardenal, Ernesto; Homage to the American Indian
Rich, Adrienne; Dream of a Common Language
Gibran, Kahil; The Prophet
The Forerunner
Literature, prose & essays:
McCarthy, Cormac; Suttree
Blood Meridian
The Orchard Keeper
Kingston, Maxine Hong; Woman Warrior; Memoirs of a Childhood Among Ghosts
Hemingway, Ernest; In Our Time
Eisley, Loren; The Immense Journey
Abbey, Edward; Desert Solitaire
Lopez, Barry Houston; Desert Notes
River Notes
Winter Count
Crossing Open Ground
Stafford, Kim; Having Everything Right
Hammill, Sam; A Poet's Work
Bowles, Paul; A Distant Episode
Calvino, Italo; Under a Jaguar Sun
Cosmicomix
Leopold, Aldo; A Sand County Almanac
Dillard, Annie; Pilgrim at Tinker Creek
Holy the Firm
Pound, Ezra; The ABC of Reading
Silko, Leslie Marmon; Ceremony
Hill, Ruth Bebe; Hanta Yo
Welch, James; Fool's Crow
Mombaday, N. Scott; House Made of Dawn
Erdrich, Loyise; Tracks
Schneebaum, Tobias; Keep the River on your Right
Barry, Wendell; What are People For?
Paz, Octavio; On Poets and Others
Goldberg, Natalie; Writing Down the Bones
Wild Mind, Living the Writer's Life
Hesse, Herman; Siddhartha
Narziss & Goldmund
Potok, Chaim; My Name is Asher Lev
Chatwin, Bruce; The Songlines
Cocteau, Jean; Les Infants Terrible
Burroughs, William S.; Nova Express
Interzone
Miller, Harry; Sexus
Borges, Jose Louise; Labyrinthes
Mythology/Comparative Religion:
Radin, Paul; The Trickster
Han, Thict Nat; Being Peace
Campbell, Joseph; The Hero with a Thousand Faces
Myths to Live By
Tedlock, Dennis (trans.); The Popul Vuh
Arguelles, Jose; The Mayan Factor
Earth Ascending; and illustrated treatise on the governing of whole systems
Native American Interest (what wasn't scattered in other categories):
Neihart; Black Elk Speaks
Erdoes, Richard; Lame Deer; Seeker of Visions
Castaneda, Carlos; The Teachings of Don Juan; A Yaqui Way of Knowledge
Journey to Ixtlan
Storm, Hyemeyohsts; Seven Arrows
Way of the Heyokah
Mails, Thomas; Fool's Crow; Wisdom & Power
Foster, Steven &
Little, Meredith; The Book of the Vision Quest
The Roaring of the Sacred River
Sun Bear; The Path of Power
Earth Astrology
Boyd, Doug; Rolling Thunder
Metaphysics:
Twitchell, Paul; Tiger's Fang
Bailey, Alice H.; Initiations, Human & Solar
Consciousness of the Atom
Ponder on This
Two Disciples; The Rainbow Bridge II, link with the soul
Keyes, Ken; Starseed; The third Millineum
Return of the Bird Tribes
Alli, Antero; Angel Tech: A Modern Shaman's guide to Reality Selection
Hyatt, Christopher; A Modern Shaman's Guide to a pregnant universe
Millman, Dan; Way of the Peaceful Warrior
The Sacred Path of the Peaceful Warrior
Purse, Jill; The Mystic Spiral
Monday, May 10, 2010
Monday, May 3, 2010
July 25, Dream -- Bear fat
Something about sitting around with a couple of men in a big room with a bunch of young kids, having ordered pizza.
We were sitting around talking about "what did you do with your bear fat?" "I froze it. " "Might as well eat vasoline."
We were sitting around talking about "what did you do with your bear fat?" "I froze it. " "Might as well eat vasoline."
Friday, April 30, 2010
Nadir
1:34, Had Nadir experience -- or inverted plateau.
You.
Dark, Low, Wide, receptive.
Dark cave poolswim.
Cold mud boot walking.
Wet rain walk.
Drink mist shadow night.
Wonderful.
You.
Dark, Low, Wide, receptive.
Dark cave poolswim.
Cold mud boot walking.
Wet rain walk.
Drink mist shadow night.
Wonderful.
Wednesday, April 21, 2010
Saturday, April 17, 2010
After a bit of sickness
[This post happens after a whole lot of writing exercises, and some mention of not being able to keep food down. Also, mention of nearly zero visibility in the tower -- basically completely fogged in with clouds.]
I feel better, and still haven't eaten or drank. I took a fucking *walk*, that's all.
This whole month, inside the mind (tower) not having anything to see, no visibility (only because I was "above it all") is too easy an analogy. Like when K. [an older poet friend from the bay area, somewhat of a mentor] called out, derringer in hand, "give me a sign, that's all i ask, a sign to know you exist." God sends? A man, out of nowhere, carrying a sign, "Jesus loves you." The sufi's say" It's closer than your Jugular." And I believe them.
(I must find this woman Cynthia, the one whose eyes are blue, jaw square, and has lived the life of the mendicant)
I'm going to write a letter to my sister. Bye for now. Much love.
I feel better, and still haven't eaten or drank. I took a fucking *walk*, that's all.
This whole month, inside the mind (tower) not having anything to see, no visibility (only because I was "above it all") is too easy an analogy. Like when K. [an older poet friend from the bay area, somewhat of a mentor] called out, derringer in hand, "give me a sign, that's all i ask, a sign to know you exist." God sends? A man, out of nowhere, carrying a sign, "Jesus loves you." The sufi's say" It's closer than your Jugular." And I believe them.
(I must find this woman Cynthia, the one whose eyes are blue, jaw square, and has lived the life of the mendicant)
I'm going to write a letter to my sister. Bye for now. Much love.
Labels:
Day to day Journaling,
friends,
Quotes,
Raving Madman
Reminder to self -- between July 23rd and July 25th
Write on the snake in the pit full of rusted cans sometime.
Monday, May 5, 2008
Surprise find on a hike, continued
Later, on another walk, I smiled and picked up the egg again. I began to polish it carefully on the skin of my palm, and it shone blue and porcelain-y.
Then it broke. Stunned, I looked into my palm to see the sunflower-orange yolk speckled with bits of white & blue shell, like broken China. A brief volley of relief to see no defenseless blue-eyed fetal embryo -- not even a red dot of intention on the yolk. I let the clear and yellow egg drip off my onto the ground. I wrung my fingers like a baker with her hands covered in dough. Using the dewdrops off a fern bough, I washed the last sticky remnants off my hands & let the water drip, again, onto the same spot of ground.
I walked down the road, the smell of raw egg strong in my mind, and on my hands. I crouched at a red-silt pothole in the road, I scrubbed my hands with wet gravel & mud, then rinsed them. Almost afraid, I smelled them. Cold, muddy earth -- clean. I trust them back into the pockets of my thick green wool trousers and walked down the road. Seasons change, cycles turn, life ensues.
Then it broke. Stunned, I looked into my palm to see the sunflower-orange yolk speckled with bits of white & blue shell, like broken China. A brief volley of relief to see no defenseless blue-eyed fetal embryo -- not even a red dot of intention on the yolk. I let the clear and yellow egg drip off my onto the ground. I wrung my fingers like a baker with her hands covered in dough. Using the dewdrops off a fern bough, I washed the last sticky remnants off my hands & let the water drip, again, onto the same spot of ground.
I walked down the road, the smell of raw egg strong in my mind, and on my hands. I crouched at a red-silt pothole in the road, I scrubbed my hands with wet gravel & mud, then rinsed them. Almost afraid, I smelled them. Cold, muddy earth -- clean. I trust them back into the pockets of my thick green wool trousers and walked down the road. Seasons change, cycles turn, life ensues.
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