The other day walking through Marcus Garvey Park in Harlem, on the steep rise up its little “mountain” known as Mount Morris, I saw a chair sitting in the midst of a patch of Nature: boulders, trees, hawks. The chair, most likely a scavanged find, had clearly been placed there, perhaps to be used as a perfect lookout, or a sculpture. I climbed up to take a look. It echoed Neruda’s line “Peace begins in a single chair”, from his Ode to the Chair… a chair in the jungle…unlikely and perfect for “the walkabout man”…me.
A chair in the jungle:
under the severe lianas
a sacred tree trunk creaks,
tangles of vines press high,
in the shadows
bloody beasts cry out,
majestic leaves descend from the green sky,
the rattles of snakes
quiver like bells.
A bird spanned the sprawling greenness,
like an arrow shot through a flag,
and branches hoisted high their violins.
Insects
pray in stillness,
seated on their wild bouquets.
Feet sink into
the black sargasso
of the watery jungle,
into the rainforest’s tumbled clouds.
I only request one thing
for the stranger,
for the desperate
explorer,
a chair in the tree of chairs,
a throne,
disheveled and plush,
the velvet of a deep easy chair,
eaten away by creepers.
Yes,
a chair,
loving the universe,
for the walkabout man,
the sure
foundation,
the supreme
dignity
of rest!Behind thirsty tigers,
bands of bloodthirsty flies,
behind the black expanse
of ghost-ridden leaves,
behind the low waters,
the thicket like iron,
perpetual snakes,
in the middle
of the thunder,
a chair,
a chair
for me,
for everyone,
a chair not
only for the weary body’s
rescue,
but also for everything,
and for everybody,
to renew lost strength,
and for meditation.War is wide like the light-starved jungle.
Peace
begins
in
a
single
chair.
Such a good unlikely spot for a chair…Why not put an old indoor chair outdoors, for as long as it lasts? Someone was thinking wisely/broadly/imaginatively there…as in this outdoor “room” photographed by Christopher Baker. (Dig the old apholstered armchair, a fine way to enjoy the view)…

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A very favorite spot of mine in the world is Winifred Lutz’s Prarie Chair in the “garden” at the Mattress Factory in Pittsburgh. A very similar chair to this one sits in a corner & every year a fresh “room” of prairie grass grows up around it…http://www.mattress.org/index.cfm?event=ShowArtist&eid=45&id=214&c=Permanent
Sounds like a seriously wonderful space. Thanks.