“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 We are captives of voices and secrets. You know the appropriate voice and setting that will capture you – first comes a flow of language that evokes your sympathy and curiosity or maybe just your fascination, and the language comes wrapped in a pitch that varies from murmur to declaration, remorseful thoughtfulness to certitude. The propulsive hum of surprising facts one after another and the conclusions, oh the secrets, doled […]
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You Can Listen Here In this lush summer, the color green has not retreated. The corn is taller than anytime I can remember, almost ten feet in some fields, the grass needs weekly mowing and still piles up in clumps, and the forest, especially on darker, low-cloud days, achieves a patina of mist and three-dimensional green that tranquilizes sounds and movement. It feels wrong to speak, and so Wolfie and I walk trails silently. […]
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You Can Listen Here Look at these faces. They were once like us. I have not been able to say it clearly. It has remained a welter of deeply felt emotions, fragments of sentences, ideas that wander in and out of focus. In our profoundly alienated, dissonant and dreck-filled political and cultural moment, articulating this idea seems even more important to me because it might constitute a first principal, a moral and even an aesthetic baseline, […]
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You Can Listen Here For almost a year, once a week in the early morning, I have driven south of Coatesville, rising from the old steel plants through a sharp cut into farmland. Outside of town the two lane road loses its sidewalks and shoulders. No one slows down. Most cars pick up speed. Each time I have made this trip I have seen the same man making his way along that stretch. He […]
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