“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 On warm spring Saturdays Alma and Earle* and two friends would eat eggs cooked in orange shells over a fire and then drive down Bergey Mill Road to the East Branch Creek, a tributary of the Perkiomen; it slides and curves through shale and siltstone bluffs and deep shade. They gathered to watch the trees overhanging the stream. The migration in full-throated roar, iridescent Indigo Buntings and Scarlett Tanagers settled like jewels above the waters, […]
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You Can Listen Here Fair-skinned and Irish, the sun is not my friend — exposures much longer than 1/2 hour of direct rays make me look as if I had been staked out in the Arizona desert, but this Thursday morning in gliding past big fields filled with sunlight, I thought of Frost’s wonderful tent and the air moving all around it, and the blue sky in those ranges of light. “The Silken Tent” is a love […]
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You Can Listen Here: disposables276 The Sopranos got it right. In one episode Tony, the head of the Mob in Jersey, spoke with one of his ‘business associates’ about the progress on a job tearing asbestos out of an old factory. The workers were recently emigrated Poles and Lithuanians. They did not speak English. No one wore a respirator let alone hazmat suits. They tore the friable, crackling panels away from the […]
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You Can Listen Here Before this week’s melt, the Wolf and I walked snowfields and woods one long afternoon. The snow had hardened. We walked on its surface. For a splinter of that afternoon, twenty minutes or so, an interlude, I felt as if we had come alone into a new place, one ablaze with light. Everything I looked at seemed so completely itself, cordoned off from its larger context, each separated into its own image: […]
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