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Dale Nelson
United States
Current Residence: Sac-o-tomatoes
Favourite genre of music: retro hillbilly spirituals
Favourite photographer: Daguerre
Favourite style of art: I'd like to take this opportunity to say a few words about splitting firewood. Give it a try.
Operating System: all systems go
MP3 player of choice: ?
Shell of choice: Abalone. With soy sauce.
Wallpaper of choice: Moss. Either that or paint I guess.
Skin of choice: Mine or yours?
Favourite cartoon character: Underdog
Personal Quote: "oops"

odd jobs

Fri Apr 14, 2006, 9:41 PM
"Now, youse can't leave"

The Rosetta Beer

Abandoning can after can
in the Buck Meadow motel,
H.D. becomes transluscent, impossible,
raving over what he left
on the unit that day.

Polished wood in his hand,
splintered like a dark femur
after 20 seasons, in the corner
the foot-long  blade
tonguing its last crust.

A thousand trees a day
thin as a wire
permanently drunk
and whiskery.

A thousand trees a day
the jet-planes crawled up our backs
chopping rocks
tied up in roots

(at the first crack the wet tree bag
bites the hip like some land animal
choking you down, the wet pounds
and the needles)

whether it snowed or rained
with his hoedad tapping,  knees
hinging over  dragged ash,
a broken unit,
planting 200 incense cedar
400 p. pine
100 white fir
100 red fir
100 sequoia
100 sugar pine

planting through angry beargrass
and buried stone
flicking the worn arm
at the exposed rump of California
where it wore away,

he opens a small hole, secures the root
with a heel already half-swung
into the ensuing sheath, a cloth
tied over his head, mountain sunshine
and a  beard of creased wool

a thousand trees a day
at 14 cents a tree
and a cold-pack of beer
in the lunging Ford

speaking in tongues
after 15 beers,
toward the end of the night,
H.D. is long past counting,
rolling in the spirit, lank body
jumbled among
his underthings, earth-colored boots.

"Rye whiskey, rye whiskey, rye whiskey I cry,
If I don't get my whiskey I surely will die"
  • Listening to: ballad of a thin man
  • Reading: Of Wolves And Men

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cussly Featured By Owner Nov 25, 2009
Hey I am In Fort Bragg with David now call him something. Talk to you later. Aimee
psychostinch Featured By Owner Apr 18, 2008
cool b&w stuff
did you know theres was somthing named photoshop to enhance the look of ya pix...
if you already knew...fuck im sorry....
guns Featured By Owner Dec 20, 2007  Professional Photographer
I'm your 6,666 Pageviews ^^
venatheous Featured By Owner Dec 25, 2006   Photographer
Merry Christmas!!!
:holly: :santa: :rudolph:
:gummybear: :D
4ofwands Featured By Owner Apr 16, 2006
Thanks for stopping by my page... ;-)
angie6969 Featured By Owner Jan 2, 2006
Thank you for adding Linear Dreams to your favs! :)
Wishing you a happy new year too!
Mona-Cake Featured By Owner Jan 1, 2006
Thanks very much for the :+fav:.
Mona-Cake Featured By Owner Nov 14, 2005
Thanks for another :+fav:!
angie6969 Featured By Owner Nov 2, 2005
Thank you for the Earthly Delight fav! :aww:
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