Summer after graduating from high school, I know that you will face it in the battle as soon as her eighteent birthday arrives, Edward Abbey . Hitchhiked, however, led the train trains, climbed Rammuckle buses and traveled miles across the American Southwest. When he returned home to Pennsylvania, he quickly wrote and spent two years that he knew as a military policeman in Italy. The contempt of authority and opposed the war, twice, and eventually released “due to people's money.” When he found outpitters, he wrote “and returned to the sender” in the envelope in large bold books to call his determination to this project. The FBI recognized and opened the file, where the World Peas Heal Invence, whose political acts were protected by the Channing Chainsaw Chinese. “
Even as a teenager, Abbey understood that the visions remain defeated and not. He spent some twenty-leaving (especially surprised in Scotland's love, thinking about what the living, and dreamed of being a writer as a writer park. By his first letter: rage Desert SolitaireWhat continued to promote the authors' generations, among Wendell Benderer, Gary Snyder, Cheryl was lost, and Rebecca Solnit.
Throughout his life, Abbey kept a curious journal in Cana of Diaries noticed, the selections openly published as Barfarion's consent (library). In the entry written just before his twenty-fifth birthday, where most of us walk in the world feel unworthy and immortal, Abbey thinks of the end of life:
How can you die – but first, how to:
– In a bed of black with a relaxing room in the desert room washed from the souls related to seabeans, sin and guilt, and harmed by the sinful tears of naked.
– With the pure of snow under the Arc lights and the Klieg lights and the right disease. It is never under clinical smell and medical eyes for cool interest on information that is calculated for the needle information – it is longer, strong and channel in white white cell.
– In the war line facing blood combined with the Charnel-skin and the blood of others, guts, bones, mud and pulling into a stormy air; besides The largest weight of the cities enter atomoned while pumples masonry and chandeliers crashed to collision and burial, no.
– Legal execution can be – very bad and worse and compelled Christians and christies in bright pubic hair. , it cannot be said.
But how above:
AloneIn beauty, wolf, old old, dry bones, they just break into a skin bag, let the highest wolf, a dim back Wool, free like a steady tropical rock between angony-spass good and pleasure; When the Flash of HATHSHE is to Kanse, it is very comfortable in the unemployment, falling, conversion, brightness of a blue nightmare – before the accident, before …
Nobody says anything, no one.
Way method appeared in the blue evening, Gloaming.
When he died later, his desert in the desert, Abbey left Whing Beet for anyone who wants his last words: “No comment.” He has called for his unemployed body to be used “to help the fertilizer of the constructus or cliff rose or sagebrush or a tree.” Wishing to have a part in the funeral indication and the burial boxes, he asked his friends to ignore the rules of the State, and they buried him right in the dry land. If it rose it would be, he wanted it to be easy, and happy, and happy, with bagpipe music, “to sing, singing,” although there is no structured speech. “When the Wave The Wake had been held at Arches National Park, where he had received his Word as the writer, Wendell Berry and the National Temperry Tempest Williams were among those who heard the most.
Long time his healthful prospects of how to die (not) he would die long before he returned his newly arrested atoms, Abbey gave his best advice on how to stay before the Natural activists:
It is not enough to fight for the world; It is very important to enjoy. While you know. While cage.
So … looked at here and testing forests, climbing the mountains, spread the tops, breathing in sugar, peace, thinking. space.
Enjoy yourself, keep your brains on your head and your head is firmly integrated into the body, a working body and is alive, and I promise you much; I promise this sweet victory over our enemies, upon those men and women tied to the desk and their hearts in a safe deposit box, and their eyes are mixed with desk counts. I promise this; You will issue bastards.
Delegates in Anna Belle Pop and wonderful poems how to live and how you can die, and then visit poetic science for what we die.
