Art of Floating

41kZEc9AX4L._SX340_BO1,204,203,200_I’m a late-comer to reading Jim Harrison. I encountered a rave review in 2007 of his novel, Returning to Earth, when it was first released. Reading the book I was captivated. In a subsequent interview, I learned he identifies himself as a poet. With some few exceptions I had not really “gotten” poetry at that point in my evolution as a reader, and I couldn’t understand why on earth anyone would choose to be a poet when clearly they were adept at the novel form. After all, isn’t that the pinnacle of storytelling?*

Then I started reading Harrison’s poetry. The man really knocked down some doors for me, and now I make a point to read poetry every day, even as I must admit I could probably read and re-read his over and over for the rest of my life and be satisfied.

His newest collection, recently released by Copper Canyon Press, is called Dead Man’s Float. I have a review in the current issue of the Indy. You can check it out HERE. An excerpt:

When I read the last few poems of this book and closed the cover I sat back in my chair and looked around. The sun was shining brighter than it had for days. I could see through my window several house finches at the feeder hanging from the branches of the tree out front. My dog slept on her cushion, back-to-back with a bitter old cat. They used to be mortal enemies, but both now find themselves too old to expend the energy for animosity. Reflections like these seem the soul of what Jim Harrison writes about, at least to me. Few enough are the books I decide to keep beyond a culling or two. Barring fire or flood, Dead Man’s Float will be in my library for the rest of my life. If it’s the last poetry collection we get from Harrison—and I hope it isn’t—it is as fine an example of his efforts as any.


Here is one of my favorite poems from the book, this one called “Apple Tree.”

Sitting under the apple tree on a hot

June day harassed by blackbirds

and a house wren who have nests there.

I’m thinking of the future and the past,

and how the past at my age has become

obviously so much longer than the future.

The feeling always precedes my sense

that severe weather is coming. I don’t believe

in doom or destiny — I believe in turmoil,

thunderstorms in the head, rolling lightning

coming down my brain’s road. As an artist

you follow the girl in the white tennis dress

for 25,000 miles and never close the deal.


You’ll be hearing a lot about Jim Harrison on this blog in the coming months, I believe. I’ve dedicated myself to reading as much of his work as I can find, and I’ve found much of it.


* That’s a rhetorical question, of course


12 thoughts on “Art of Floating

  1. Lauren

    I have a similar past with poetry. I decided to start reading some after you and another friend both posted great pieces last April for Poetry Month. I’ve done some poetry, but not a lot. I really like the piece you cited here. I have not read any of Harrison’s poetry, but have enjoyed his fiction, so after I finish my book of Mary Oliver poetry he might be next on the list. Tx, CLT!

          1. Lauren

            I am nothing if not semi-predictable. The poem my friend printed of hers last April was about an otter. I was sold. I know I kept the one you put out for Poetry Month last year, too, but now I can’t remember what it was, do you? I loved it. Still have the post somewhere in my yahoo boxes.

      1. Lauren

        It still sounds smart just to read them. Carry a few in your wallet, it will still impress. Or phone, I guess, if you want to be all 21st Century about it.

        1. Chris Post author

          I actually have both. I have a moleskin I keep longhand quotes and stuff I note, as well as Evernote files devoted to quotes, poets, etc. I don’t know if I should let this out to the general public, though….

          1. Lauren

            Moleskin is perfect! Since I have a hard time writing I used to keep my book passages in a notebook after I printed them out (yeah, SO SEXY), but I’ve fallen way behind on even that. Your Evernote secret is safe with me, though I’m not sure these days anyone would give you side-eye over that one.


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