Ah, yes. Found it at Hotel Point, my earlier, abandoned-in-a-minor-crisis, blog. My remarks in full below. What I didn’t say is, how perfectly “whitewashed hull” echoes Pound’s “wet, black bough.” Adding: if only Dan Bouchard’s terrific magazine The Poker still existed!

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Canny! Absolutely right (and I missed it).

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What a perfect way to turn the reader back to the world, the ending of Gary Snyder’s epic _Mountains and Rivers Without End_ (1996). Pure bounty in release, triggered by a kind of infinitesimal ending (“drawn to a point”), a collapse into plenty.

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And, out of the somewhat mysteriously-edited Whalen _Notebooks (1957-1966)_ (Nijinsky Suicide Health Club, 2009), a piece of the initial entry, dated “Sunday 4 August 1957 / Gray’s Meadows Camp / Inyo Nat’l Forest / near Independence, California,” Whalen practicing shinrin-yoku avant la lettre:

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Because today’s a Philip Whalen anniversary (b. 20 October 2023)—thank you, Pat Nolan [ @xileinparadise.bsky.social ]—here’s a bittersweet paean to this world (and others) “held together now by little more than ink . . .”

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