The daily notes that appear here have a family resemblance to the items in an old weekly newspaper.
On days when I wonder what I’m doing, I think the answer might start there, in the files of old newspapers.
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Where no path is worn
I think of Wendell Berry as an essayist, but I tend to read his poetry. He made it a practice to spend Sunday mornings in the woods, just ...
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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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Andrew Lang, a Scottish polymath who lived from 1844 to 1912, wrote Letters to Dead Authors . I like the idea of the book, rather than t...
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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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