“In such a world of conflict, a world of victims and executioners, it is the job of thinking people, not to be on the side of the executioners.”- Camus
You Can Listen Here It is hard to think. Briefly, I wonder if they pump the smells of cooking meat into the crowd. Bad rock n’ roll and rap play during batting practice and between batters. The music is so loud you must lean over to talk to the person in the seat next to you. Not counting the ones beneath and above us, eight screens flash continuous displays, the giant being a 76 […]
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You Can Listen Here After the desolation of this implacable winter, and the steady weeks of dim grays as if each day carried a virus that sucked light out of every mortal thing, these final April days are the physician’s balm. The blue skies are more intense than in any other Pennsylvania season, but even under marbled skies the deeper color of lavender, every living thing seems healed by color — green-gold leaves the […]
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You Can Listen Here Just before sleep, the dogs settled, and I want a diversion, ten minutes of a mindless show, so I do not anticipate the appearance of Arabia, robed men on camels seen from far away, and all around them rock and dunes and a desert light that transfigures them into an ageless sight — ancient lines of men, armed and mounted, moving into distance, purposeful as the tracing of a bullet, […]
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You Can Listen Here On the other side of the chain link fencing, Aspen, a Pyr, watches, vigilant, her head turning slightly. The figure sits leaning on the fence, offering treats over his shoulder. It is a sunny morning, warming, and it feels good to rest on the bed and sniff and lip-snag the treats so gently that they disappear as if into the air, but then the figure moves. Aspen retreats. The figure […]
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