“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 First Sight: The young man hunched in the wind leaned on the rail at the overlook gesturing to an unfenced tower beyond which it looked as if all the rock on the continent had been cranked open. He said, “I feel like I want to go to that rock.” Maybe he too felt the temptation of that galactic fall, the Canyon humming to him like some ancient radio made for […]
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You Can Listen Here Heavy, a dense pound, the color of a dark bruise, crisscrossed by the coronary artery, the heart in my hand had been beating an hour before in a big doe. Its aortic valves, pulmonary artery and vein are as spacious and dark as the end of a hose. Much like my heart, mammalian, four-chambered, hot, but this beat faster at rest, ready for the leap into a dead run, the norm for a browser […]
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You Can Listen Here I may not use the verb ‘ride’ — the last horse that carried me was blind in one eye and tried to scrape me off the saddle by walking under the low branches of pine trees. I have fed and worked around a big Heflinger named Buddy who I like very much, but I have no intuitive feel for horses. I am no cowboy. This has never stopped me from dreaming […]
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You Can Listen Here It all comes back. Crossed arms, thumbs hooked in the straps, a slight forward lean, sixty pounds resting on the hips. The transient joy of planting each foot and swinging the next into place in a feeling of well balanced well being. After the first day of mole-skinning the feet and repacking for convenience and comfort, of the muscles adjusting to the harness, you begin to settle, fitfully and then […]
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