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The Way To Start A Day

I have no clue what this clip is from, but after searching for “Byrd Baylor” and “Peter Parnall” on Youtube the other day, I can’t say that I’m angry I found it. Anybody out there know anything more about this video version of The Way To Start A Day? Anybody have the entire thing?

September 25, 2012 | Quotes/Poetry | Continue Reading | Comments { 4 }

For Jeff

Apologies for the last week of crickets. Cold Splinters was out on the John Muir Trail for a couple of nights (more on that to come) with some lovely new and old friends. At the end of our trip, we shacked up at cabins in Inyo National Forest (more on that to come too) and while building a fire the first night, we found an old book of cowboy poetry with this humdinger, “For Jeff.” Perfect. Here’s the beginning:

September 6, 2012 | Quotes/Poetry | Continue Reading | Comments { 0 }

Richard Brautigan

Maybe not his best. Maybe a little cheesy. But it’s got the word “star” in it, right?

MP3: Dwight Yoakam – The Distance Between You And Me (Acoustic)

July 12, 2012 | Quotes/Poetry | Continue Reading | Comments { 0 }

Daniel Webster

Spring is in the air.

MP3: Daniel Rossen – Silent Song

April 12, 2012 | Quotes/Poetry | Continue Reading | Comments { 1 }

Hermann Buhl

“Mountains have a way of dealing with overconfidence.” – Hermann Buhl

April 5, 2012 | Quotes/Poetry | Continue Reading | Comments { 0 }

3 Rules of Mountaineering

THE THREE RULES OF MOUNTAINEERING
It’s always further than it looks.
It’s always taller than it looks.
And it’s always harder than it looks.

- Author Unknown

March 26, 2012 | Quotes/Poetry | Continue Reading | Comments { 1 }

CS Premier: Eric Aldrich

Eric Alrich, the man behind MOCS 1986, is a desert poet of sorts, living in Arizona by way of Massachusetts while working on his dissertation and teaching literature at Arizona State . He asked if Cold Splinters would post a few of his new works in lieu of sending them to various literary magazines, and after a quick read through, it was an easy choice.

This is the first two of four, and we couldn’t be happier that he wanted “monsoon” and “monsoon #2″ to find a home here. The others will be posted in the next couple of weeks, so stay tuned.

Enjoy.

March 15, 2012 | Quotes/Poetry | Continue Reading | Comments { 4 }

Salt, Bacon, jellybeans etc.

In 1937, Edward Weston was awarded a Guggenheim Fellowship, a first for a photographer. He was given a two thousand dollar stipend and, with his companion Charis Wilson (whom he would later marry), he would photograph the American West from April 1937 to April 1938. Ansel Adams (pictured above) invited the couple to visit Yosemite, where he would take them to the High Sierra, a place that Weston had never visited. Upon arriving in Ansel Adams country, Weston wrote the following:

We speculated on what gastric adventures lay before us. Back at the start of our travels we had written Ansel to ask if he knew where we could get dehydrated vegetables. He had answered no, but anyway they were an insult to the taste buds; years of camping had taught him the needs of the outdoor diet were few and simple: salt, sugar, bacon, flour, jelly beans, and whiskey.*

Salt, sugar, bacon, flour, jelly beans, and whiskey. Well, that is one of the best things I have heard in a long while. And I hate jellybeans. But that list is just wonderful. Love it.
January 10, 2012 | Quotes/Poetry | Continue Reading | Comments { 4 }

OUT WHERE THE WEST BEGINS

Out where the handclasp’s a little stronger,
Out where the smile dwells a little longer,
That’s where the West begins;
Out where the sun is a little brighter,
Where the snows that fall are a trifle whiter,
Where the bonds of home are a wee bit tighter,
That’s where the West begins.

Out where the skies are a trifle bluer,
Out where friendship’s a little truer,
That’s where the West begins;
Out where a fresher breeze is blowing,
Where there’s laughter in every streamlet flowing,
Where there’s more of reaping and less of sowing,
That’s where the West begins;

Out where the world is in the making,
Where fewer hearts in despair are aching,
That’s where the West begins;
Where there’s more of singing and less of sighing,
Where there’s more of giving and less of buying,
And a man makes friends without half trying —
That’s where the West begins.

- ARTHUR CHAPMAN

November 14, 2011 | Quotes/Poetry | Continue Reading | Comments { 0 }

THE WOODS ARE LOVELY

It seems like every year, as soon as the temperature drops and the snow starts showing its face, I reach for the Robert Frost pocket anthology pictured above. (Sweet, sweet Windsor.) One of his most famous and a personal favorite:

STOPPING BY WOODS ON A SNOWY EVENING

Whose woods these are I think I know.
His house is in the village, though;
He will not see me stopping here
To watch his woods fill up with snow.

My little horse must think it queer 5
To stop without a farmhouse near
Between the woods and frozen lake
The darkest evening of the year.

He gives his harness bells a shake
To ask if there is some mistake. 10
The only other sounds the sweep
Of easy wind and downy flake.

The woods are lovely, dark, and deep,
But I have promises to keep,
And miles to go before I sleep, 15
And miles to go before I sleep.

Watch: Robert Frost reading “Stopping By Woods On A Snowy Evening”

November 2, 2011 | Quotes/Poetry | Continue Reading | Comments { 1 }