crashinglybeautiful:

“The real tension, I think, is between official poetry, the kind that we’re taught in school and is kept in libraries, and the kind we really believe in - what we are writing and what our friends write. The same thing holds for meditation: what we discover for ourselves and learn. At some point you can forget it and go off and make a pot of spaghetti. We used to do go down to Muir Beach years ago to gather mussels off the rocks. We’d build a bonfire, put seaweed on the fire to steam the mussels. We’d eat them, then jump up and down in the waves and have fun. That was enough. Probably enough. Or too much. Oh, I guess Blake said it, “Enough, or too much.” That’s all.”

— Philip Whalen

(Photo by Larry Keenan)

(thanks to Wood s Lot for the link)