Frasi di Gary Snyder

“Questa Tokyo
Pace, guerra, religione, | rivoluzione, non serviranno. | Il seme di questo orrore è nell'agile | pollice e nel piccolo avido cervello | che imparò a prendere banane | con un bastone.”

“Questa poesia per l'orso
Quanto a me, sono figlio del dio delle montagne.”

“Servi
L'osso | del braccio umano | è l'osso migliore | per l'osso del cesello. | Una pannocchia | serve da tappo.”

“Come mi giunge la poesia
Viene alla cieca sui |massi la notte, rimane | impaurita fuori dal | raggio del mio falò | Vado ad incontrarla sul | bordo della luce.”

“Oh, ah! La consapevolezza del vuoto produce un cuore di compassione!”

“There are those who love to get dirty and fix things. They drink coffee at dawn, beer after work. And those who stay clean, just appreciate things. At breakfast they have milk and juice at night. There are those who do both, they drink tea.”

“stay together
learn the flowers
go light”

“O, ah! The awareness of emptiness brings forth a heart of compassion!”

“Find your place on the planet. Dig in, and take responsibility from there.”

“Three-fourths of philosophy and literature is the talk of people trying to convince themselves that they really like the cage they were tricked into entering.”

“Institutional Buddhism has been conspicuously ready to accept or ignore the inequalities and tyrannies of whatever political system it found itself under. This can be death to Buddhism, because it is death to any meaningful function of compassion.”

“When the mind is exhausted of images, it invents its own.”

“In Western Civilization, our elders are books.”

“Nature is orderly. That which appears to be chaotic in nature is only a more complex kind of order.”

“Range after range of mountains.
Year after year after year.
I am still in love.”

“All that we did was human,
stupid, easily forgiven,
Not quite right.”

“With no surroundings there can be no path, and with no path one cannot become free.”

“All this new stuff goes on top
turn it over, turn it over
wait and water down
from the dark bottom
turn it inside out
let it spread through
Sift down even.
Watch it sprout.

A mind like compost.”

“I never did know exactly what was meant by the term "The Beats," but let's say that the original meeting, association, comradeship of Allen Ginsberg, myself, Michael McClure, Lawrence Ferlinghetti, Philip Whalen, who's not here, Lew Welch, who's dead, Gregory Corso, for me, to a somewhat lesser extent (I never knew Gregory as well as the others) did embody a criticism and a vision which we shared in various ways, and then went our own ways for many years.”

“If, after obtaining Buddhahood, anyone in my land
gets tossed in jail on a vagrancy rap, may I
not attain highest perfect enlightenment.”

“The mercy of the West has been social revolution; the mercy of the East has been individual insight into the basic self/void. We need both.”

“Better, the perfect, easy discipline of the swallows dip and swoop, without east or west.”

“The Bodhisattva lives by the sufferer’s standard, and he must be effective in aiding those who suffer.”

“How could we be were it not for this planet that provided our very shape? Two conditions—gravity and livable temperature range between freezing and boiling—have given us fluids and flesh. The trees we climb and the ground we walk on have given us five fingers and toes. The "place"… gave us far-seeing eyes, the streams and breezes gave us versatile tongues and whorly ears. The land gave us a stride, and the lake a dive. The amazement gave us our kind of mind.”

“The national polities of the modern world maintain their existence by deliberately fostered craving and fear…. The “free world” has become economically dependent on a fantastic system of stimulation of greed which cannot be fulfilled, sexual desire which cannot be satiated and hatred which has no outlet…. They create populations of “preta” — hungry ghosts, with giant appetites and throats no bigger than needles. The soil, the forests and all animal life are being consumed by these cancerous collectivities; the air and water of the planet is being fouled by them.”

“I recalled when I worked in the woods
and the bars of Madras, Oregon.
That short-haired joy and roughness—
America—your stupidity.
I could almost love you again.”

“As a poet I hold the most archaic values on earth. They go back to the upper Paleolithic: the fertility of the soil, the magic of animals, the power-vision in solitude, the terrifying initiation and rebirth, the love and ecstasy of the dance, the common work of the tribe. I try to hold both history and wilderness in mind, that my poems may approach the true measure of things and stand against the unbalance and ignorance of our times.”