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Logging Truck

McNair, Wesley Down East Books ePub

Carolyn Chute

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Song

Berendt, John Lonely Planet Publications ePub

The man is in a hotel just outside Nairobi. A local friend of his has set him up here, saying the hotel was clean and cheap.

It is indeed cheap, $45 a night, but it does not seem safe. The locks on the doors do not work, and the clerk sits behind bulletproof glass. The man’s room is small and smells of paint, and the outlets don’t work, so he goes down to the hotel bar, which is unadorned and empty.

He orders a gin and tonic from the Kenyan bartender, who is wearing a red vest and white shirt and black bowtie. The visitor drinks his first drink down, feeling sad about so many things, wanting to be home, wanting to be doing something else, and then orders another. He takes this second drink and, not wanting the bartender to feel compelled to talk to him, he walks to the other side of the bar and sits in front of a large flat-screen television. There is a music video on, in which eight African women in traditional clothing are singing and playing instruments. The song is jangly, buoyant, joyous.

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15. Good and Evil

Robert B. Ray Indiana University Press ePub

Here are two passages, one from Thoreau and one from Nietzsche:

The greater part of what my neighbors call good I believe in my soul to be bad, and if I repent of any thing, it is very likely to be my good behavior. (10)

What preserves the species.—The strongest and most evil spirits have so far done the most to advance humanity: again and again they relumed the passions that were going to sleep—all ordered society puts the passions to sleep—and they reawakened again and again the sense of comparison, of contradiction, of the pleasure of what is new, daring, untried; they compelled men to pit opinion against opinion, model against model. Usually by force of arms, by toppling boundary markers, by violating pieties.… In every teacher and preacher of what is new we encounter the same “wickedness.” … What is new, however, is always evil, being that which wants to conquer and overthrow the old boundary markers and the old pieties; and only what is old is good.

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Reasons of the Body

Scott Russell Sanders Indiana University Press ePub

My son has never met a sport he did not like. I have met a few that left an ugly tingle—boxing and rodeo and pistol shooting, among others—but, then, I have been meeting them for forty-four years, Jesse only for twelve. Our ages are relevant to the discussion, because, on the hill of the sporting life, Jesse is midway up the slope and climbing rapidly, while I am over the crest and digging in my heels as I slip down.

“You still get around pretty well for an old guy,” he told me last night after we had played catch in the park.

The catch we play has changed subtly in recent months, a change that dramatizes a shift in the force field binding father and son. Early on, when I was a decade younger and Jesse a toddler, I was the agile one, leaping to snare his wild throws. The ball we tossed in those days was rubbery and light, a bubble of air as big around as a soup bowl, easy for small hands to grab. By the time he started school, we were using a tennis ball, then we graduated to a softball, then to gloves and a baseball. His repertoire of catches and throws increased along with his vocabulary.

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Buckeye

Scott Russell Sanders Indiana University Press ePub

Years after my father’s heart quit, I keep in a wooden box on my desk the two buckeyes that were in his pocket when he died. Once the size of plums, the brown seeds are shriveled now, hollow, hard as pebbles, yet they still gleam from the polish of his hands. He used to reach for them in his overalls or suit pants and click them together, or he would draw them out, cupped in his palm, and twirl them with his blunt carpenter’s fingers, all the while humming snatches of old tunes.

“Do you really believe buckeyes keep off arthritis?” I asked him more than once.

He would flex his hands and say, “I do so far.”

My father never paid much heed to pain. Near the end, when his worn knee often slipped out of joint, he would pound it back in place with a rubber mallet. If a splinter worked into his flesh beyond the reach of tweezers, he would heat the blade of his knife over a cigarette lighter and slice through the skin. He sought to ward off arthritis not because he feared pain but because he lived through his hands, and he dreaded the swelling of knuckles, the stiffening of fingers. What use would he be if he could no longer hold a hammer or guide a plow? When he was a boy he had known farmers not yet forty years old whose hands had curled into claws, men so crippled up they could not tie their own shoes, could not sign their names.

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Ipanema · Poetry

IU Press Journals Indiana University Press ePub

after Catarina Paraguaçu (d. 1586)

All birth begins with names The owner of one name conducts electricity with the owner of another name A new name is born like stentorian stanza Bred from the borrowed tongue of its speakers

You bear the name ‘dangerous waters’ for what the Tupinambá called their coast before Dom João fled Bonaparte and issued lexicon by royal decree

A tiny wave born under the sun’s aegis Struggling in these depths The two of you You and your name

I remember my uncle painting blue and yellow geometries on the kashi (If I am not a Muslim then why does a Muslim face stare back at me from the turquoise sheen of these tiles?)

Je ne suis pas musulmane (Turquoise, noun, from feminine turqueise, ‘brought to western Europe through Turkey’)

You are the isthmus of Prospero (‘Gentle breath of yours my sails Must fill, or else my project fails’) The isthmus of Iansã for whom the women in white bathe church steps The isthmus of Gaza whose gate lies as an awning above your head and a grave beneath your feet

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HOW DO WE KNOW BEAUTY WHEN WE SEE IT

Forrie, Allan Thistledown Press ePub
Susan Musgrave weaves history, language, and imagery relating to stones into a beautiful metaphor for life in “How Do We Know Beauty When We See It: Twenty Meditations on Stones”.
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Wayland

Scott Russell Sanders Indiana University Press ePub

Two blacktop roads, broken by frost and mended with tar, running from nowhere to nowhere, cross at right angles in the rumpled farm country of northeastern Ohio. The neighborhood where they intersect is called Wayland—not a village, not even a hamlet, only a cluster of barns and silos and frame houses and a white steepled Methodist church. Just north of Wayland, the army fenced in thirty square miles of ground for their bomb factory, and just to the south the Corps of Engineers built their reservoir. I grew up behind those government fences in the shadows of bunkers, and on farms that have since vanished beneath those imprisoned waters. Family visits to church began carrying me to Wayland when I was five, romance was carrying me there still at seventeen, and in the years between I was drawn there often by duty or desire. Thus it happened that within shouting distance of the Wayland crossroads I met seven of the great mysteries.

Even as a boy, oblivious much of the time to all save my own sensations, I knew by the tingle in my spine when I had bumped into something utterly new. I groped for words to describe what I had felt, as I grope still. Since we give labels to all that puzzles us, as we name every blank space on the map, I could say that what I stumbled into in Wayland were the mysteries of death, life, beasts, food, mind, sex, and God. But these seven words are only tokens, worn coins that I shove onto the page, hoping to bribe you, coins I finger as reminders of those awful encounters.

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32. Spider

Robert B. Ray Indiana University Press ePub

Do not trouble yourself much to get new things, whether clothes or friends. Turn the old; return to them. Things do not change; we change. Sell your clothes and keep your thoughts. God will see that you do not want society. If I were confined to a corner of a garret all my days, like a spider, the world would be just as large to me while I had my thoughts about me. (220)

Walden’s “Conclusion” returns to the tone of exhortation with which Thoreau had begun his book seventeen chapters earlier. But while the opening salvos of “Economy” and “Where I Lived and What I Lived For” ring with the morning bravado of the cockcrow (“I do not propose to write an ode to dejection, but to brag as lustily as chanticleer” [60]), Walden’s final chapter offers a quieter benediction and a different creature for self-comparison. The spider, associated in popular idiom with patience and care, had implicitly appeared in Thoreau’s second chapter, where his words “wherever I sat, there I might live, and the landscape radiated from me accordingly” (58) offered the image of a spider spinning its web from a center constituted only by itself. Like a spider, which sets up shop on others’ space, Thoreau had cleared, planted, and built on Emerson’s land, but the world he had made he called his own.

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CHE AMONG THE COTONEASTERS

Forrie, Allan Thistledown Press ePub
“Che Among the Cotoneasters” is a call to arms to bring landscape architecture to the masses. Though Don Gayton muses that “building a garden is a bit like building your own house while you live in it,” he encourages the reader to recognize the delicate balance struck between biology, geology, climate, and culture that is found in gardening.
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Chair

Virgo, Seán Thistledown Press ePub

CHAIR

Iltyd Perkins

Monday, September 17th

Disston Table: 3 hrs. Cut dovetail sliders for extension mechanism, (12 BF QS WOak @ 8.00/BF). surface, joint & thickness all. Cut dovetail slots and inserts. Fussy. MEMO; remember to use same ht. on router table to cut strips as grooves. Fit not too good but OK.

Walk dog; Visitors — Stibbard (sp??) Bruce & Jane /Joan (?? check !!). 598 2001 Fax 598 2002 (Saltspring) 569 671 2908 (Seattle). Discussion re chairs, poss. table — need for Tgiving (US) — hahaha — Christmas maybe? Call back.

Disston table: 2 hrs — fit dovetails and fasten, bandsaw curves at ends. Sand.

TOTAL HOURS. Disston 5. Cfwd 64. Total 69.

On one wall of my workshop under a hanging bundle of templets for a Gimson Ladderback Chair (five slat) are several dusty copied photographs and some postcards. The original photographs came from a variety of books that I’ve come across over the years. These are the books I would least like to part with, the last to go in any future winnowings, and seem to be those that were not searched out or known by name beforehand. Which makes a convenient excuse for not troubling to look in the first place, but simply to put myself occasionally in the way of chance. Of course, there’s always a troubling underthought — what have I missed? — but there’s significance enough.

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Changing Attitudes through the Example of Jesus

IU Press Journals Indiana University Press ePub

DAVIS MAC-IYALLA is one of the leading figures in the Nigerian struggle for LGBT rights. His perspective is especially unique because of his commitment to pursuing gay rights from within the framework of Christianity. In 2005, he founded Changing Attitude Nigeria as a branch of Changing Attitude England, an umbrella organization that works within the Anglican Communion (which includes the Church of England and the American Episcopal Church) to raise awareness about the struggles of LGBT people to achieve equality, both legally and in the Church itself. Because of his outspoken advocacy and public identity as a gay Christian man, Mac-Iyalla was forced in 2008 to seek asylum in the UK, after receiving a number of death threats in Nigeria and Togo. Despite now living in exile, Mac-Iyalla continues to be active in Changing Attitude Nigeria, and is more committed than ever to the struggle for LGBT equality in Africa. The editors of Transition were able to speak with Mac-Iyalla from London, where he now makes his home. In this candid interview, he talks about his experiences growing up gay in the Nigerian Anglican Church, the newly-passed Nigerian Anti-Gay Law, and his predictions for the future of the global Anglican Communion.

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Map: The Western Front, 1916–18

Blunden, Edmund Carcanet Press Ltd. PDF
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What the Soul Knows

Ratzlaff, Lloyd Thistledown Press ePub

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What is it in the soul, then, which makes it take more pleasure in the finding or recovery of things it loves than in the continual possession of them?

— St. Augustine

JUNGIAN THERAPISTS MARIE-LOUISE VON FRANZ and James Hall write that, although the human psyche does not ignore physical death, it regards it in dream and imagination as merely another event to go through, beyond which some form of life always persists. It’s as if the soul knows her states, and cannot envision non-being.

Hall and von Franz write of a dying person who dreams that a great tree is cut down. Immediately a new sprout appears from the stump. Another dreams that a candle in the windowsill burns out; instantly it appears, re-lit, on the outside. Many people return from clinical death with reports of tunnels and lights, and experiences ranging from infernal to sublime — and regardless of formal religious involvement, or lack of it. We ourselves may dream of our death, and be nonetheless present at the funeral; or of departed friends who appear alive and vigorous, yet we feel no conflict or oddity as the dream continues.

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23. Numbers

Robert B. Ray Indiana University Press ePub

• 2,000: population of Concord during Thoreau’s stay at the pond

• 2 years, 2 months, 2 days: length of Thoreau’s stay at Walden (before deducting a month spent at home while his cabin was being winterproofed and his two-week Maine trip)

• 1.3 miles: distance from Thoreau’s cabin to Emerson’s house

• 28–36: Thoreau’s age during Walden’s composition

• 550 yards: distance from Thoreau’s cabin to the Fitchburg railroad line

• 204 feet: distance from Thoreau’s cabin to Walden Pond

• 612 acres: size of Walden Pond

• 31: tools Thoreau used at Walden

• over 3,000: uses of first-person pronoun in Walden

• less than half a mile: distance from Thoreau’s cabin to Irish railroad laborers’ huts

• 10' x 15': size of Thoreau’s cabin

• 30: people that could fit in the cabin without removing the furniture

• almost 7 miles: total length of Thoreau’s bean rows

• over 700: references to animals in Walden

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