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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A sense of another place
E.T. Collinsworth III of Portal, Ariz., sent me a copy of his book Life on the Line: A Sense of Place . E.T. lives on the border, the line...
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Willa Cather had a maxim: “Life began for me when I ceased to admire and began to remember.” She liked what the Greeks called anamnesis , ...
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Some days you go into the woods and see all kinds of things. Some days you don’t. And then there are days when you don’t see but hear . ...
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An appropriate read for Memorial Day? How about Alice Oswald’s long poem Memorial , which recounts how soldiers in the Iliad met their e...
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