Red Mosquito

Carl Sandburg wrote:There is a wolf in me . . . fangs pointed for tearing gashes . . . a red tongue for raw meat . . . and the hot lapping of blood—I keep this wolf because the wilderness gave it to me and the wilderness will not let it go.

There is a fox in me . . . a silver-gray fox . . . I sniff and guess . . . I pick things out of the wind and air . . . I nose in the dark night and take sleepers and eat them and hide the feathers . . . I circle and loop and double-cross.

There is a hog in me . . . a snout and a belly . . . a machinery for eating and grunting . . . a machinery for sleeping satisfied in the sun—I got this too from the wilderness and the wilderness will not let it go.

There is a fish in me . . . I know I came from salt-blue water-gates . . . I scurried with shoals of herring . . . I blew waterspouts with porpoises . . . before land was . . . before the water went down . . . before Noah . . . before the first chapter of Genesis.

There is a baboon in me . . . clambering-clawed . . . dog-faced . . . yawping a galoot's hunger . . . hairy under the armpits . . . here are the hawk-eyed hankering men . . . here are the blonde and blue-eyed women . . . here they hide curled asleep waiting . . . ready to snarl and kill . . . ready to sing and give milk . . . waiting—I keep the baboon because the wilderness says so.

There is an eagle in me and a mockingbird . . . and the eagle flies among the Rocky Mountains of my dreams and fights among the Sierra crags of what I want . . . and the mockingbird warbles in the early forenoon before the dew is gone, warbles in the underbrush of my Chattanoogas of hope, gushes over the blue Ozark foothills of my wishes—And I got the eagle and the mockingbird from the wilderness.

O, I got a zoo, I got a menagerie, inside my ribs, under my bony head, under my red-valve heart—and I got something else: it is a man-child heart, a woman-child heart: it is a father and mother and lover: it came from God-Knows-Where: it is going to God-Knows-Where—For I am the keeper of the zoo: I say yes and no: I sing and kill and work: I am a pal of the world: I came from the wilderness.

The Argonaut wrote:What's funny is I'm now about as old as you old guys were when I first joined RM. Back then, I thought you were all really old. Now you're all truly ancient and I don't think I'm that old myself, after all

E.H. Ruddock wrote:I need the free time to bring multiple lawsuits against bammer

spike wrote:First time flying solo with the kid today. So far so good.

spike wrote:

spike wrote:First time flying solo with the kid today. So far so good.

This went great! Good to be home.

wease wrote:

spike wrote:

spike wrote:First time flying solo with the kid today. So far so good.

This went great! Good to be home.

Where’s Mrs Spike?

Chris_H_2 wrote:

Anders wrote:

Chris_H_2 wrote:We’re in Palm Springs via Las Vegas (Death Valley National Park) for Spring Break. Seeing Tay Tay on the 25th to kick things off.

That sounds incredible.

i'm really looking forward to it. we're doing a helicopter tour of the hoover dam and grand canyon. pray for us.

dad wrote:

Chris_H_2 wrote:

Anders wrote:

Chris_H_2 wrote:We’re in Palm Springs via Las Vegas (Death Valley National Park) for Spring Break. Seeing Tay Tay on the 25th to kick things off.

That sounds incredible.

i'm really looking forward to it. we're doing a helicopter tour of the hoover dam and grand canyon. pray for us.

did you do this yet, and if so, how was it?

we absolutely loved our little hike into the grand canyon last week, all of northern Arizona, really.

we also started watching a show on apple tv+ called The Reluctant Traveler, with Eugene Levy. the last episode we watched was of him taking a trip to southern Utah, which includes a helicopter ride over part of the GC.

Carl Sandburg wrote:There is a wolf in me . . . fangs pointed for tearing gashes . . . a red tongue for raw meat . . . and the hot lapping of blood—I keep this wolf because the wilderness gave it to me and the wilderness will not let it go.

There is a fox in me . . . a silver-gray fox . . . I sniff and guess . . . I pick things out of the wind and air . . . I nose in the dark night and take sleepers and eat them and hide the feathers . . . I circle and loop and double-cross.

There is a hog in me . . . a snout and a belly . . . a machinery for eating and grunting . . . a machinery for sleeping satisfied in the sun—I got this too from the wilderness and the wilderness will not let it go.

There is a fish in me . . . I know I came from salt-blue water-gates . . . I scurried with shoals of herring . . . I blew waterspouts with porpoises . . . before land was . . . before the water went down . . . before Noah . . . before the first chapter of Genesis.

There is a baboon in me . . . clambering-clawed . . . dog-faced . . . yawping a galoot's hunger . . . hairy under the armpits . . . here are the hawk-eyed hankering men . . . here are the blonde and blue-eyed women . . . here they hide curled asleep waiting . . . ready to snarl and kill . . . ready to sing and give milk . . . waiting—I keep the baboon because the wilderness says so.

There is an eagle in me and a mockingbird . . . and the eagle flies among the Rocky Mountains of my dreams and fights among the Sierra crags of what I want . . . and the mockingbird warbles in the early forenoon before the dew is gone, warbles in the underbrush of my Chattanoogas of hope, gushes over the blue Ozark foothills of my wishes—And I got the eagle and the mockingbird from the wilderness.

O, I got a zoo, I got a menagerie, inside my ribs, under my bony head, under my red-valve heart—and I got something else: it is a man-child heart, a woman-child heart: it is a father and mother and lover: it came from God-Knows-Where: it is going to God-Knows-Where—For I am the keeper of the zoo: I say yes and no: I sing and kill and work: I am a pal of the world: I came from the wilderness.

tragabigzanda wrote:

pepperwhiteMFC wrote:First time I’ve not had to wind sprint through O’Hare to catch a connection, so I have this weird overall feeling of having missed my flight.

Providence, RI this week for a builders’ conference. I have waited patiently for two years to eat some real fish & chips.

you do the malt vin?

tragabigzanda wrote:

pepperwhiteMFC wrote:First time I’ve not had to wind sprint through O’Hare to catch a connection, so I have this weird overall feeling of having missed my flight.

Providence, RI this week for a builders’ conference. I have waited patiently for two years to eat some real fish & chips.

you do the malt vin?

Chris_H_2 wrote:

tragabigzanda wrote:

pepperwhiteMFC wrote:First time I’ve not had to wind sprint through O’Hare to catch a connection, so I have this weird overall feeling of having missed my flight.

Providence, RI this week for a builders’ conference. I have waited patiently for two years to eat some real fish & chips.

you do the malt vin?

oh man, i could go for some fried cod with malt vin dunked in tar tar . . .