“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
I have been reading ravenously for so long that trying to say why I read is equivalent to trying to describe why I pull myself upright each morning and walk into the day. I can. I do. I know I must have that other voice in my head. In pre-literate, pre-written word eras, perhaps that is why storytellers and bards were accorded such honors. They were the creators of […]
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The body must have contrasts: stand and sit, work and crash, sweat and shower, bitter cold and sudden warmth opening us up as if we were cracking out of a shell. Tuesday was the day to be out even if one had to put aside the discomfiting weirdness of this being February 5 and almost 70. The Sun felt good on the skin. At a soaking wet Crow’s Nest , the […]
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For almost 8 years, I have been out of the classroom, out of my high school, out of the all consuming act of teaching, away from its 10 month pattern of fierce concentration and my machine-like routine. At the beginning of August I became an engine that did not shut down until mid-June. Those 36 years were accompanied by bouts of exhaustion and a delirious kind of ardor. Now […]
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This morning, driving in a morose mood (to which I have no right, but unsmiling and gloomy nevertheless), the red fox ran across the road 30 yards ahead — a bright red ruff and head, a white-tipped tail stretching out behind his sprint — . Two seconds from seeing to disappearance … and with that ocular incantation, my day changed. The fox gave me a levitation bump, the push […]
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