Mark Fargo is a man of experience, in life and travel. His latest book, Motorcycle Haiku 5, captures the essence of the open road and enjoying life’s everyday moments through striking photography and poignant recollections. At 65, with over 100,000 miles behind him, Mark’s unique perspective, shaped by life experience, post-retirement adventure, and reflections, invites you to see the world anew.
Most people’s lives seem to end at retirement, but Mark shows that doesn’t have to be the case. A great and inspiring work!
Mark Fargo started his new life at age 60, passing on golf, book clubs, and playing chess in the local community park, and deciding to explore America on a two-wheeled 650 cc BMW scooter, my first of three bikes. A few eyebrows were raised among my students in my high school classroom, and many more from my friend’s partners, grocery clerks, and many others I just met. Some questioned my mental state as a mid-life crisis situation, and others thought I was just crazy for choosing a high-risk “hobby” for adventure. Some were acting like I was basically jumping out of a plane without a parachute, as motorcyclists are basically referred to as “donors.” I greatly improved my chances of survival with my full face helmet and a fair amount of yellow reflective tape that covers most of my windshield and red reflective tape that covers all of the back of my Givi panniers.
This was a first look at Beatnic poetry and I didn’t know what to expect. I’m hooked! Mr. Fargo’s colorful style of inverting words makes the reader dig in and find the meaning behind the convolutions. His fast-paced observations of life are deep and wide. What a journey!
Mr. Fargo digs deeper here than in his first volume of Beatnik Poetry. He also seems to move faster! Titles are like the starting gun for a 100-meter sprint through unknown terrain. Each poem reads fast and moves far. Themes are still beatnik themes of life on the road; discomfort with the new when recalling the old; people met by chance; wide open spaces, dogs and Mom. After not thinking about it for years, I am reminded of the 1982 film “Koyaanisqatsi” which visually did what Mark’s poems do with words on a page; reflection, connections and continuity coming at you at warp speed.
Mark Fargo draws insightful and playful images with his poetry, while his photographs show the daily beauty of his journeys. Take this book when you travel to help find your own insights.
I have known Mark for a short period of time, I have ridden with him, brought him into my barn (hanging out with a few motorcycles) and spent time at Bike Night events. From the beginning, here is a man with heart. He greets people with a good soul. Something you will find in his writings.
Mark is a storyteller in poetic ways and when you read the writings in this book you feel what riding is about. Many can write about riding but I have never met someone who can put into poetry the love of riding and seeing all that is around us as we ride. Mark’s photos show the wonders of traveling this country and why traveling on a motorcycle is best. This is a story of a mans life. A man that rides his motorcycle out of the love of seeing and feeling all that we can on two wheels. Marks Photos show the wonders of traveling this country and why traveling on a motorcycle is best. Thank you Mark.
It’s clearly evident in Mark’s poetry and pictures that the journey truly is the most important of our travels and life experiences.
Mark Fargo has only been on the road for five years, skipping the inevitable problems with dealing with youth, speed and poor choices. Now at sixty-five years old and over a hundred thousand miles, with a lot of life experiences behind him, he sees being on the road every day as a blessing.
His photographs reflect the challenges and beauty of his daily travels in a very simple way and his Haiku matches them like the last piece of a puzzle. His observations make following him enjoyable and makes you feel like you’ve been there or want to go.
Mark Fargo started his new life at age 60, passing on golf, book clubs, and playing chess in the local community park, and deciding to explore America on a two-wheeled 650 cc BMW scooter, my first of three bikes. A few eyebrows were raised among my students in my high school classroom, and many more from my friend’s partners, grocery clerks, and many others I just met. Some questioned my mental state as a mid-life crisis situation, and others thought I was just crazy for choosing a high-risk “hobby” for adventure. Some were acting like I was basically jumping out of a plane without a parachute, as motorcyclists are basically referred to as “donors.” I greatly improved my chances of survival with my full face helmet and a fair amount of yellow reflective tape that covers most of my windshield and red reflective tape that covers all of the back of my Givi panniers