This collection of notes began a year ago. By now, I should be able to tell you what this is all about, and I would if I knew. If you’re reading, you’re watching a person think. Not much of an explanation, but it's the best I can do.
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In the woodlot
It’s hard to say why I love working in the woodlot, but there’s this: A rowdy goose came over low. It was not a flight of geese, just one g...
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I don’t think about schools I should have attended or degrees I should have earned. I do think about teachers I should have had. Kenneth La...
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William Carlos Williams is a poet of place. I wouldn’t say he was interested in environment — that’s too broad a word — or in a place ...
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The Professor in Willa Cather’s The Professor’s House is Godfrey St. Peter. His family life is changing. His daughters are grown and marr...
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