Jim Harrison
Jim Harrison
James "Jim" Harrisonwas an American author known for his poetry, fiction, reviews, essays about the outdoors, and writings about food. He is best known for his 1979 novella Legends of the Fall. He has been called "a force of nature", and his work has been compared to that of William Faulkner and Ernest Hemingway. Harrison's characters tend to be rural by birth and to have retained some qualities of their agrarian pioneer heritage in spite of their intelligence and some...
NationalityAmerican
ProfessionWriter
Date of Birth11 December 1937
CountryUnited States of America
Its location is appealing. (The school) is midway between Medina and many communities that don't have the services they do there. There is a need for some similar facilities out here.
I got $30 from Nation magazine for a poem and $500 for my first book of poems.
You're never going to know who wrote which poem. That's a secret we're going to die with.
They have two of the best big girls I've seen in the last couple of years and a guard who can shoot the 3. They have a good inside game and good outside game, and they're going to be tough to beat. They're real solid, the good thing is we only have to beat them once.
It's a normal part of the process to go through a traffic study and go over what is needed as far as any road impact that would occur because of the development.
It can (rise and fall) in feet; it's not instantaneous, but it's very noticeable. Any up-and-down activity like that just puts another stress on the environment and the uses of the river.
I don't really think it's going to end up to be a huge issue on the retail end.
I don't expect them to take out ads in The New York Times . But I'd suggest that it includes some sort of notice other than in the Federal Register .
The simple act of opening a bottle of wine has brought more happiness to the human race than all the collective governments in the history of earth
The danger of civilization, of course, is that you will piss away your life on nonsense.
The danger of civilization, of course, is that you will piss away your life on nonsense.
Beware, O wanderer, the road is walking too.
Barring love I'll take my life in large doses alone--rivers, forests, fish, grouse, mountains. Dogs.
I did not want to live out my life in the strenuous effort to hold a ghost world together. It was plain as the stars that time herself moved in grand tidal sweeps rather than the tick-tocks we suffocate within, and that I must reshape myself to fully inhabit the earth rather than dawdle in the sump of my foibles.