Blurb: After inspiring thousands of minds as a University creative writing and philosophy professor, US Army veteran Larry Harper now spends even more time paddling forgotten box canyons, soaking in hot springs and hugging friends and strangers alike.
[curated & produced by pal/student Dave uncleweed Olson]
Dedicated to Larry Harper in his 70th year. The Sensei who told me – as a 17 yr old high school drop out taking ceramics, mountaineering and photography at community college – to write and write more. So i did.
As for me, I choose to forge my own place in history, to determine my own ends rather than subject my precious life for the exclusive use of any man – monarch or otherwise. Without my freedom to be what, and who, I choose, I have lost all! No matter how insignificant my life’s work, at the least my life is of my own choosing and my labours, at my own volition. My action, my loves, my thoughts will determine my life’s significance, and I will not surrender to fate’s whims. I alone will live this life and this value I will not compromise.
Dave O spiels forth about the exploration of rivers and lakes, the impetus for ventures and motivations for trade ~ augmented by autoharp songs by Larry Harper dreaming of floating the Colorado River down Glen Canyon ~ then freeverse – mostly from stumbling around Europa in 1992 – thinking about connectedness, lifespans of mysteries and reasons for peeking into the unknown with Trauben and Funboy providing guitar stylings whilst camping alongside Owl Creek in the British Columbia highlands.
On a foggy morning with Osmanthus tea, Dave reads tales by professor Larry Harper – “The Man Who Loved Provo,” and his own “Right (as in Correctly)” plus a snippet from Natsume Soseki’s very wabi-sabi classic “Kokoro.”