This week a year ago, my hilarious friend, ultra-curious mentor & Coyote-like trickster Jim Harrison left life here in Patagonia AZ to see red wine, chicken thighs & snakes to ingest in the Fourth World.
I miss his wife Linda as much as I miss him… he only gave her “five months alone of rest” before he joined her again. Fortunately, his post-humorous book A Really Big Lunch is now out, in which he predicted that “if I received an early warning that I would pass on sooner than later, I’d get myself to Lyon & eat for a month, after which they could tip me from a gurney into the blessed Rhone. Maybe I’d swim all the way downstream to Arles for my last supper… ”
He had the foresight to name one of his great books The River Swimmer because he is one, reading the theory & practice of rivers as he becomes the fish bait of the future. He saw more through his one good eye than most of us get to see over our collective lifetimes. And the other eye? It was laughing, crying or seeing beyond the center stage to the lives off to the side.
Never has a crustier or more outrageously lovable poet graced our scene pueblito of Patagonia.