In Search of Small Gods
By Jim Harrison
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In Jim Harrison’s new book of poems, birds and humans converse, biographies are fluid, and unknown gods flutter just out of sight. In terrains real and imagined--from remote canyons and anonymous thickets in the American West to secret basements in World War II Europe--Harrison calls his readers to live fully in a world where Death steals everything except our stories.” In Search of Small Gods is an urgent and imaginative book--one filled with the spore of the gods.”
Maybe the problem is that I got involved with the wrong crowd of gods when I was seven. At first they weren’t harmful and only showed themselves as fish, birds, especially herons and loons, turtles, a bobcat and a small bear, but not deer and rabbits who only offered themselves as food. And maybe I spent too much time inside the water of lakes and rivers. Underwater seemed like the safest church I could go to . . .
Jim Harrison is the author of thirty books of poetry, fiction, and nonfiction, including Legends of the Fall and Shape of the Journey. A long-time resident of Michigan, he now lives in Montana and Arizona.
Jim Harrison
Jim Harrison is a poet, novelist and essayist. His trilogy, The Legend of the Falls, has been adapted for film.
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- Rating: 4 out of 5 stars4/5The poems in Jim Harrison's In Search of Small Gods contains a modest lechery and reflective cynicism that might resonate with readers of Bukowski or Tanizaki, but even moreso Harrison's poetry is rooted in his natural environment. We hear frequent mention of birds, dogs, insects, fish, and all manner of small gods. They are symbols that hold a subterranean meaning, often thunderous, that Harrison invokes in his inquiries and reflections on memory, mortality, and being-in-the world.
- Rating: 4 out of 5 stars4/5The first book of poems (and short essays) by Jim Harrison. He's moved from Michigan to Montana but still as off hand and insightful. The book is more focused on time, being old, and death. He is fatalistic but it is an elegant fatalism. Looking forward to his other books of poetry.
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In Search of Small Gods - Jim Harrison
Calendars
Back in the blue chair in front of the green studio
another year has passed, or so they say, but calendars lie.
They’re a kind of cosmic business machine like
their cousin clocks but break down at inopportune times.
Fifty years ago I learned to jump off the calendar
but I kept getting drawn back on for reasons
of greed and my imperishable stupidity.
Of late I’ve escaped those fatal squares
with their razor-sharp numbers for longer and longer.
I had to become the moving water I already am,
falling back into the human shape in order
not to frighten my children, grandchildren, dogs and friends.
Our old cat doesn’t care. He laps the water where my face used to be.
Larson’s Holstein Bull
Death waits inside us for a door to open.
Death is patient as a dead cat.
Death is a doorknob made of flesh.
Death is that angelic farm girl
gored by the bull on her way home
from school, crossing the pasture
for a shortcut. In the seventh grade
she couldn’t read or write. She wasn’t a virgin.
She was simpleminded,
we all said.
It was May, a time of lilacs and shooting stars.
She’s lived in my memory for sixty years.
Death steals everything except our stories.
New Moon
Why does the new moon give anyone hope?
Nevertheless it does and always has for me
and likely does for that Mexican poet with no pesos,
maybe a couple of tortillas, chewing them while sitting
on a smooth rock beside a creek in the Sierra Madres
seeing the new moon tilted delicately away from Venus,
the faint silver light, the ever-so-small sliver
of white enamel rippling in the creek, the same moon,
he thinks, that soothed the Virgin in her great doubt
over the swollen belly beneath her breasts.
The fatherless son had two new moons in his forty days
in the wilderness, the second one telling him it was time
to become God and enter the beast of history.
This poet, though, ignores the sacraments of destiny
and only wants a poem to sing the liquid gift of night.
Tomorrow
I’m hoping to be astonished tomorrow
by I don’t know what:
not the usual undiscovered bird in the cold
snowy willows, garishly green and yellow,
and not my usual death, which I’ve done
before with Borodin’s music
used in Kismet, and angels singing
Stranger in Paradise,
that sort of thing,
and not the thousand naked women
running a marathon in circles around me
while I swivel on a writerly chair
keeping an eye on my favorites.
What could it be, this astonishment,
but falling into a liquid mirror
to finally understand that the purpose
of earth is earth? It’s plain as night.
She’s willing to sleep with us a little while.
Hard Times
The other boot doesn’t drop from heaven.
I’ve made this path and nobody else
leading crookedly up through the pasture
where I’ll never reach the top of Antelope Butte.
It is here where my mind begins to learn
my heart’s language on this endless
wobbly path, veering south and north
informed by my all-too-vivid dreams
which are a compass without a needle.
Today the gods speak in drunk talk
pulling at a heart too old for this walk,
a cold windy day kneeling at the mouth
of the snake den where they killed 800 rattlers.
Moving higher my thumping chest recites the names
of a dozen friends who have died in recent years,
names now incomprehensible as the mountains
across the river far behind me.
I’ll always be walking up toward Antelope Butte.
Perhaps when we die our names are taken
from us by a divine magnet and are free
to flutter here and there within the bodies
of birds. I’ll be a simple crow
who can reach the top of Antelope Butte.
Age Sixty-nine
I keep waiting without knowing
what I’m waiting for.
I saw the setting moon at dawn
roll over the mountain
and perhaps into the dragon’s mouth
until tomorrow evening.
There is this circle I walk
that I have learned to love.
I hope one day to be a spiral
but to the birds I’m a circle.
A thousand Spaniards died looking
for gold in a swamp when it was
in the mountains in clear sight beyond.
Here, though, on local earth my heart
is at rest as a groundling, letting
my mind take flight as it will,
no longer waiting for good or bad news.
Often, lately, the night is a cold maw
and stars the scattered white teeth of the gods,
which spare none of us. At dawn I have birds,
clearly divine messengers that I don’t understand
yet day by day feel the grace of their intentions.
Sunday Discordancies
This morning I seem to hear the nearly inaudible
whining grind of creation similar to the harmonics
of pine trees in the wind. My outrageously lovely
hollyhocks are now collapsing