1965-2009

No, the title of this post is not memento mori. Rather, that after having run the press for nearly forty-five years, I feel a good bit like the speaker in Gary Snyder’s poem, “Hay for the Horses.” The poem is from his first book, Riprap, published, as it turns out exactly fifty years ago, in 1959.

In it the speaker tells a perfect stranger: “I first bucked hay when I was seventeen”; then continues on to say:

I sure would hate to do this all my life.
And dammit, that’s just what
I’ve gone and done.