“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 There are hundreds of stones left in the pile and summer is here, the light stays longer, and I can work in shorts and shirtsleeves; the energy I have must be burned and all those stones are ready, but I build to make something that is merely a pattern upon the landscape of the yard — unlike real craftsmen and women and unlike the farmers and their wives from the […]
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You Can Listen Here Each day a half-dozen neighbors walk or drive by the yard and stop to talk. Nothing of great substance is exchanged. Depending on the tenor of the relationship, we kid each other, share anecdotes about the weather, swap stories about recent visits we have made to other parts of the country. Joan will be riding horses descended from a Viking line in Iceland soon. Jack, an old friend, stops to […]
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You Can Listen Here The stars we can barely see with the naked eye have a magnitude of 6, the brightest a 1; using that astronomical device, the dim sun-light breaking through our clouds this dismal week might require a new number – a 7 or 8 at least, yet under the canopy of big trees and amidst the lush rain forest density of the understory, one walks into a place made expectant by […]
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You Can Listen Here They can drive one to desperation with their need to run and think. One long walk equals an hour of sleep and thus an hour to get something else done without both of them following me room to room, their elevated eyes and geared up bodies showing their ‘must-have-it’ again and now. Out we go to the yard and dance a complicated three animal circuit, all of us running, frisbees […]
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