science walks in beauty:

nets are many knots
skin is border-guard, a pelt is borrowed warmth;
a bow is the flex of a limb in the wind
a giant downtown building

is a creekbed stood on end.
—-Gary Snyder

Gary Snyder (born 1930) Part 1of 2 “As a poet I hold the most archaic values on earth . . . the fertility of the soil, the magic of animals, the power-vision in solitude, the terrifying initiation and rebirth, the love and ecstasy of the dance, the common work of the tribe. I try to hold both history and the wilderness in mind, that my poems may approach the true measure of things and stand against the unbalance and ignorance of our times.” -Gary Snyder Born on May 8, 1930 in San Francisco, Gary Snyder grew up in King County, Washington on a farm. In a 1998 interview with Al Aronowitz, Snyder says his parents, Harold and Louise Hennessey, “were radicals and atheists.”(1) The family moved from San Francisco to his father’s home town because of the depression. In the same interview Snyder says, “Over the years, my father built the place up…built a barn and got cows and chickens. I was brought up a farmboy with chickens to feed and a milk route to our neighbors. My mother was, and is, a very high-strung, neurotic person with literary ambitions, and farm life and poverty wore her down. She was, and is, impossible, but she got me onto books and poetry at the age of five.” (2) When he was seven he convalesced for several months after an accident left his feet severely burned. During that time he read. Voraciously. “I figure that accident changed my life. At the end of four months, I had read more than most kids do by the time they’re eighteen. And I didn’t stop.”(3) Snyder …