Natures

Wednesday, February 23, 2011

The Disturbances of Climate Change, Part 543

Some yard-care guys are mowing the grass at the rental house next door. In February. In Asheville, NC, latitude 35.600N, longitude -82.554W, elevation 2,133 feet, 650 meters. Not quite right. Just sayin'.

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The photo: my yard's first daffodils for this year, opened just yesterday.

Labels: climate change

Monday, November 16, 2009

Pastures of Plenty ...

no more. Josh Harkinson takes a look at the condition of California's Central Valley, hard hit by both climate change and the Great Recession, over at Mother Jones. Not good times in the Golden State. Do give it a read.

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Photo: Dead cows left on the side of the road next to a dairy, by the well-named Ken Light, from the article.

Labels: California, climate change, ecos, Great Recession

Name: Jeff Davis

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NatureS/Selected Poems 1972-2005 is available at some poetry-friendly bookshops, at SPD, or by mail. If you can't find it where you are, email me at jeffbdavis at gmail dot com.

"Way back when, a literary gent by the name of E.L. Pound, from Hailey, Idaho, announced to the world: 'I divide poetry into what I can read and what I cannot read.' I am new to Jeff Davis's work but hit'll read!!! It reminds me that writers named Robert Creeley and Charles Olson once taught at Black Mountain College in Buncombe County NC - and made a difference."

~Jonathan Williams

"These poems are succinct in language and insights - no waste of words here - lovely and moving jewels of the Eleusinian luminous darkness, a magnificent shining in the dark. Poems (all of them) that are gifts, with a sassy bit of awareness to ground them all. At their best, they show an excellent eye and ear for the images and rhythms of nature - fresh, clear, as any sparkling mountain stream - and sing with that limpidity Olson was always trying to drum into my head at Black Mountain. Jeff Davis is a poet who knows what most males thirst to know - and die, not knowing. 'I am written,' Rimbaud said, and he is just that in these poems."

~Michael Rumaker

"Being human and part of nature, what we have in common with the natural world is something we gain then lose, gain then lose, over and over. The continual process of holding and letting go makes up the world we smell, we taste, we see, we feel, we hear, we share. As the custodian of this experience we have none better than Jeff Davis. He has been tireless in his practice of recording these dark and luminous encounters: the flicker of love, or the shadow of leaves in the wind."

~Thomas Meyer