Words
Writing by Chris Schiller
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Contents:
Writing from Travels in the American Outback
Writing
from Travels in the American Outback
Down the River with Mike and the Ghost of Ed Abbey
"Laid when ferns ruled and goggle-eyed
fish-things slopped among the cockles"A Trip to Southern Utah, Spring 1999
"I emerge from the cleft shivering and
squinting at the bright sky. ...this is
the canyon where Raven was born"Alaska Kayak Trip: Prince William Sound
"The boat rides the tidal vortex around
the point...we swirl about and worry for the
fragile skin of the boat against heavy ice"Hot Canyon Cool Dog
"Hey dude, you try walking six inches above
this burning plain wearing a furry coat"Eastern Nevada, Summertime
"You are always tripping over such enigmas
here in the outback. A curious species is us,
you think, yes indeed"Storm Chasing in the High Bradshaws
"…hiss Flash CRACK rumble. The storm
hammers this egg of an earth as if to crack
and crumble it under the Thor-bite of its teeth"A Trip By Raft Through Grand Canyon
"The tube that was against the rocks
disappeared under the raft frame underwater...
The river was going to tear the raft apart"Powell Reservoir Kayak Trip -- with photos
"I wouldn’t trade all the wonderful reflections that
30 years of slackwater have produced for one noble
cottonwood, beaver chewed, the light glowing in pastel
green leaves rattled by a warm evening breeze."A Trip to Baja -- with photos
"It was magical to sit in the hot pool at sunset, watching
ospreys hunting in front of a full moon rising out of the
Sea of Cortez."Rafting Guide School
“You’re going to mess up a lot in life. It might as well
be on a river.”My First Run of the Canyon
"Before there was the first pull of the oars, before the
first riffle, before the red-stained walls loomed above,
there was anxiety."Desolation and Gray Canyon Raft Trip
"After a thousand years it looked sturdy and intact
and ready for more cobs should a maizefarmer find
a modern need for storage on such a pretty perch."
"There’s a chockstone garden up above,
and I’m in the tomato chute"A Burning Wind"But most of all they tested. We tested.
We set off nuclear bombs with wild and frequent
abandon. Like a young couple in love
we did it wherever and whenever we thought
we could get away with it."
Rivers, Sex and Money
"If you liked the ride, tip your guide"
wordswordswordswordswordswordswordswordswordswordswordswordswordswordswordswordswordswordswordswordswordswordswordswordsReturn to Cainville Mesa"The clays and chalks thus eroded are
poor soil,,,folded and unforgiving. The
Spanish word is malpais. Bad country"A Short Trip to Japan"The teeming fires in the firmament
winding about the high polestar, energy
unwound in the next day’s sunrise"Raven Circles By"The movement, and pausing, and
movement of water upon the rock. If truth
is a word, then beauty is a note..."Chris' Guide to Canyon Exploring"Don’t be afraid to get nekkid. The rocks
are all bare, so why not you?"Condor 11"A handful of their kind hovers here. Not
places like this. Here. This cliff. This
canyon. Above this very terrace"Rapid (here)"The call to join and drift for a moment’s
moment upon a high static crest before
the chaos of time and desire and a frothing
unknown future snatches us downriver"Canyon Love Song"I stand toes wet but heels sinking into
your love. If only the earth were a circle
and I could surf upon your curve"Alpine at Dawn"These are strong hands, lined and
tanned, sturdy like the land"
Poemas del DesiertoCoyote and Me
"I will sniff your anonymous tuff and declare it divine"But the Rain (father's poem)
"The water splashes granite splashes
Shadows left from a raven passing"Working for Raven
"He sells you secret shares of the otherworld"Deception (here)
"I will bring the day to you worn"Becoming Again
"Other nights will stretch stiller
This one becomes gilded, will rain"Pass me (Wine)
"Where is the moon?
Lost in this sand like a coin"Coverage (here)
"Who will stand hurricane watch?"Weather (here)
"Our hair would sprout thorns
And we could bleed in the wind"Shasta Shore
"We always imagined a season
To end with a turn"Bleached Bones (young man's poem)
"Postmark this from the antelope range
My life and I have become estranged"
All Selections Copyright Chris Schiller 1998, 1999, 2000