When despair for the world grows in me and I wake in the night at the least sound in fear of what my life and my children’s lives may be, I go and lie down where the wood drake rests in his beauty on the water, and the great heron feeds. I come into the peace of wild things who do not tax their lives with forethought of grief. I come into the presence of still water. And I feel above me the day-blind stars waiting with their light. For a time I rest in the grace of the world, and am free.
following your own path,
birds will shit on you.
Don't bother to brush it off.
Getting a comedic view
of your situation
gives you spiritual distance.
Having a sense of humor saves you.
-Joseph Campbell
…nearly 7 years ago, I was driving to meet a friend for coffee and conversation. My world had seemingly collapsed a few months before and I was heartsick and tired of life.
Then I heard this song. I didn’t know at the time who the “you” was or would be. Someone from the past? future? Was it God?
Perhaps it was all.
And now when I hear it, all I can think of is gratitude and love for my love and companion, Autumn…
Praise for Dog or Wolf: To read the poetry of Bill Schulz is, most often, to enter land- and seascapes anew, to be in places—the North Atlantic coast, Italian hillsides, arroyos and dry washes of the Southwest, streets of San Francisco —as interiors, places you could go on your own but never feel and see them the way you do in these seemingly delicate, but always charged, poems.—Bill Burtis, author of Liminal
I read Dog or Wolf in one sitting, then had to read it again. I still can’t figure out where, in its deceptively delicate brushstrokes— “disappearing/like walks//we’ll never take”—this book generates its raw and galvanic emotion, but fair warning: these beautiful poems have (sharp) teeth.—Marilyn Johnson, author of The Dead Beat, This Book is Overdue, and Lives in Ruins.
Given that one of Bill Schulz’s keenest subjects is loss—the ongoing subtraction of people we’ve loved, places we’ve lived, moments when life has ensorcelled us—his poems are nonetheless remarkably joyful. And given that a signature feature of his style is a Zen-like kind of exacting minimalism, the poems nevertheless abound with the creatures and charms of the natural world. Reading Schulz is a bit like hiking the narrow road to the deep north with Basho at your left ear and Wallace Stevens at your right. It’s a trip you do not want to miss!— Jim Crenner, author of Drinks at the Stand-up Tragedy Club
Rejoice in the Lord always. I will say it again: Rejoice! Let your gentleness be evident to all. The Lord is near. Do not be anxious about anything, but in every situation, by prayer and petition, with thanksgiving, present your requests to God. And the peace of God, which transcends all understanding, will guard your hearts and your minds in Christ Jesus.
Edge of Atlantic 