“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 Luna, a wary animal by nature, placed her paws on his arm and stretched her head to be scratched by this shambles of a man in a torn coat, his camo cap pushed up — his soft eyes, the center of him, and his soft voice had brought her to him. He smiled and said, “Dogs know that I love them.” He cradled his coffee in both hands and told […]
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You Can Listen Here My sketches are the gimpy eye and palsied hand’s version of actual sketches, but the process of trying to draw from life does bring one’s attention to a pinpoint focus. In trying to capture and shape a few trees set off against a Maine lake, the eye must go to the details — what is the point of the drawing if it is not an attempt to reflect the reality of […]
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You Can Listen Here The glacier retreats. Blue ice one mile high. In its wake — gouged earth, ponds, lakes, gravel moraines. The road we walk upon is built of such gravel laid down 10,000 years before. Boulder fields. Granite rocks the size of houses, whales, tanks, mac-trucks, that rafted within the glacier as if they were motes of dust. Nothing green. The ice creates its own weather. At dusk the cold sweeps down […]
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You Can Listen Here Loving others prevents no one from becoming a devil. Private goodness does not equate to public virtue. A man who loves his children, wife, friends, and dog can murder and sleep well. A woman who cherishes her children, takes care of her husband and welcomes her friends into her home is as capable of terrible deeds as any man. Heinrich Himmler loved his wife and children. His wife, Margarete, could not imagine […]
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