I think this is a poem, or a song. Anyway: it is really something. I think. I'm going to read more Jim Harrison, and if I like him, I'll possibly pick up more Shakespeare. I've been meaning to get round to it for some time.
I want to die in the saddle. An enemy of civilization
I want to walk around in the woods, fish and drink.
I'm going to be a child about it and I can't help it, I was
born this way and it makes me very happy to fish and drink.
I left when it was still dark and walked on the path to the
river, the Yellow Dog, where I spent the day fishing and drinking.
After she left me and I quit my job and wept for a year and
all my poems were born dead, I decided I would only fish and drink.
Water will never leave earth and whiskey is good for the brain.
What else am I supposed to do in these last days but fish and drink?
In the river was a trout, and I was on the bank, my heart in my
chest, clouds above, she was in NY forever and I, fishing and drinking.
Here is a short film I liked.