Monthly Archives: November 2011

A Confluence of Birthdays

This is a time of year for family birthdays: my son Peter’s 29th birthday is today; my granddaughter Chloe’s 6th birthday was two days ago; and my wife Helen’s birthday is in ten days (and in deference to her, I … Continue reading

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Cusps Full of Rain

The trumpet of a prophecy! O Wind, If Winter comes, can Spring be far behind? Percy Bysshe Shelley, Ode to the West Wind Grip (n): Stagehand. A member of the stage crew who moves and sets up pieces of scenery … Continue reading

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The Lost Lessons of Art

This is something I think about often. This great river of American soulfulness, from Anne Hutchinson to Henry Thoreau to Sojourner Truth to Margaret Fuller to Fats Waller to Bob Dylan to William Carlos Williams to William Faulkner to Janis … Continue reading

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Freedom from Manipulation

I looked at my watch, which goes very well, and found that it was but six o’clock; and still thinking it something extraordinary that the sun should rise so early, I looked into the almanac, where I found it to … Continue reading

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The Myth of the Rear View Mirror

And there are more I remember And more I could mention Than words I could write in a song But I feel them watching And I see them laughing And I hear them singing along Lyle Lovett, Family Reserve, Joshua … Continue reading

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