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There is a Zen saying: “Before enlightenment, chop wood, carry water. After enlightenment, chop wood, carry water.”
O’er many years of turning these and similar thoughts ‘round and ‘round in my mind, like fuzzy socks tumbling in a dryer, I can’t claim enlightenment, but I do feel warm contentment rising from my confusion. I’m also missing a few socks, and I don’t know what the hell that means.
I love words. I love the images they create and the sounds they make in my head, rolling around in my mouth as they attempt to trip off my tongue with poise and grace, yet tend, at times, to fumble and fall flat, like a fat ballerina lumbering to jeté in Swan Lake.
From the Preface to the new poetry collection
Lines on the Road – Diary of a Motorcycle Poet
by H. Scott Hackney
Not everyone is a biker poet and the open road may not call out to every heart, but when it does and goes unanswered, those souls who dare stay inside where it’s safe and warm could live to regret it. Turning a deaf ear to your muse can cause worse pain than cheating on your wife, abandoning your children or flipping your bike on a hot summer night and slamming into California concrete at 40 mph.
In Lines on the Road, the author follows his heart along the road of love for a few miles — and then some. One thing he discovers is that you must understand your past and learn from it, before you can ever move forward to reach your destination.
Through miles of pain, sweeping vistas and moments that take your breath away, his heart makes the journey to hell and back, and keeps track of time in rhyme with a few lines on the road that whispered to him, night and day. Care to climb aboard and hear what this traveling bard has to say?
Lines on the Road is available from Barnes & Noble and other major bookstores online. Visit my Buy the Book page for complete product details. You may also download this heartfelt collection of prose and poetry in an eBook Adobe .pdf format from Powell’s Books in Portland. Please check back for updates.
