Friday, November 03, 2017


The macro view of the eyes and mouth of a timber wolf in Museo del Desierto

“Something hidden. Go and find it. Go and look behind the Ranges—
“Something lost behind the Ranges. Lost and waiting for you. Go!”

- Rudyard Kipling

[Photograph by Priss Enriquez at Unsplash]


Anonymous said...

“All my life, my heart has sought a thing I cannot name.
Remembered line from a long-forgotten poem”
Hunter S. Thompson, Hell's Angels: A Strange and Terrible Saga

A bit of further research seems to indicate it's from André Breton, Mad Love.
“All my life, my heart has yearned for a thing I cannot name.”é_Breton

I've never read any André Breton, maybe I will someday. But I've read a fair amount of Hunter S Thompson, and one that always sticks in my mind is this one:
Song of the Sausage Creature by Hunter S. Thompson

It's along the lines of a motorcycle cult classic, barely coherent outside the genre. But I guess sometimes that's how seeking goes, particularly madness-driven. Once in a while failure to achieve your goal tells you more than achieving it, and if you're standing at a crossroad when the moment of realization hits, it can point in what you think is a helpful direction. Certain disclaimers apply.

The Explorer
Rudyard Kipling

Thanks, Michael, I'd not read this bit of Kipling before. Digging into Kipling can be a real pleasure, or a revelation.


Michael Wade said...


Thanks for your comments and references.

Kipling has often been underestimated but you are correct: he can be a real pleasure, or revelation.