O my reader do not ask me to whisper do not expect musical delight This is my suffering, a wild shot in the sand and another to the clouds. A dull evening in a rundown villageEyes half asleepI recall thirty yearsAnd five warsI swear the future keepsMy ear of cornAnd the […]
It is Saturday after a long week of long posts, so this is going to be short (and tomorrow even shorter). Just as yesterday was written for your ears, as he asked you to listen (not to me or him, but to a conversation as a way of knowing, making and remembering), today is a […]
To the Reader Dear Reader, as I write you this, author Lewis Hyde is giving a lecture at the Wexner Center for the Arts about his recent book A Primer of Forgetting. While I cannot be there in person (so close, yet so far), I want to use this post to send him a group […]
