Chapters (86)
- Cover
- Title Page
- Dedication
- Contents
- Notes and Acknowledgments
- Selected Poems
- Learning to Talk
- The Cookie Jar
- Things Thought Through
- On Balance
- Decomposition
- Psycho Ecology
- Life of the Spirit
- Aweigh
- Tao-to-Tao
- To Be
- Practice, Practice, Practice
- Wisdom and Happiness
- Red Sails
- Squall & Commotion
- Slow Learner
- Bathing Joe
- Mahogany China
- The First Cut Is the Deepest
- Waiting for Houdini to Come Up
- The Countessa
- Venison Stew
- Winter Song
- On Humor: On Mating Donkeys and Onions
- Watering the Gardenon the Hottest Day of the Summer
- Palms to the Moon
- A Firmer Grasp of the Obvious
- The Work of Art
- Steelhead Fishing, Smith River, January
- The Third Bank of the River
- Green Side Up
- One Thing After Another
- Unnatural Selections: A Meditation uponWitnessing a Bullfrog Fucking a Rock
- Fishing Devil’s Hole at the Peak of Spring
- Getting After It
- How to Catch the Biggest Fish
- Hard Work
- There It Is
- Knowing When to Stop
- Vacation Expenses
- Basic Precepts and Avuncular Advicefor Young Men
- Killing
- Death and Dying
- New Poems
- The Banker
- The Real Last Words of Billy the Kid
- The Moving Part of Motion
- How About
- Necessary Angels
- Prayer Bones
- Magic and Beauty
- Day Moon
- Karma Bird
- The Tunnel
- Hagerty Wrecks Another Company Truck
- Obsession
- Love Find
- Flux
- Thanks for the Dance
- The Stone
- Woman in a Room Full of Rubber Numbers
- Reason to Live
- Scratch
- Salvage
- An Epithalamium for Victoria
- Falling into Place
- Play-By-Play
- Job Application
- The Mouth of the River
- The Prior and Subsequent Heavens
- Old Growth
- Three Ways to Get the Carrot on the Stick
- Eurydice Ascending
- The Drought of ’76
- True Account of the Saucer People
- About Time
- Smithereens
- Jack o’ Hearts Shopping Mortmart
- Holy Shit
- Also by Jim Dodge
- Copyright
pulled the trigger and blew his big toe off
so he wouldn’t be sent to Vietnam.
I believe in the breath of an old woman dreaming
the wind carries her across the sky.
I believe every huckleberry leaf,
every alder, owl, crane fly, toad,
every steelhead’s chrome shimmer upriver,
every catkin and apple,
each song, poem, and breath.
I believe in the confluence of memory and dream,
every wet field, each twirling seed.
I believe a molecule from your brain stem
will be found a thousand years from now
in a woodrat’s tiny dry rib-bone
inside an owl pellet
under the Doug fir where you and your sweetheart
will make love while hiking the Lost Coast
a dozen summers from now.
I believe every atom of creation
is indelibly printed with divinity.
I believe in the warm peach
rolled in the palm of my hand.
I believe God plays the saxophone
and the Holy Ghost loves to dance.
And I believe we are born to both fate and chance,
that we’re meant to chase ourselves
through the labyrinths of desire,
get lost, slaughtered, and discover
extravagant pleasures lusciously prolonged.
And I believe that you can only attain such detachment
through total, unstinting attachment to this world,
here and now, all, every bit,
by getting your face in it
while throwing your self away.
And I believe we will suffer and suffer and suffer,
and that one joy torches a thousand sorrows,
that today is tomorrow,
that faith is a reflex of gratitude,
and that faith demands we go down singing
rather than dwindle into constant snivel
because existence won’t give us what we want.
I believe in every voice in the choir,
every breath-borne note and syllable.
And I believe most of all
my belief is not required.
Also by Jim Dodge
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Copyright
First published in Great Britain in 2002 by
Canongate Books Ltd, 14 High Street,
Edinburgh EH1 1TE
This digital edition first published in 2009 by
Canongate Books
Copyright © by Jim Dodge
The moral right of the author has been asserted
British Library Cataloguing-in-Publication Data
A catalogue record for this book is available on
request from the British Library
ISBN 978 1 84767 635 1