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washed stones: Winter comes, with heat
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Saturday, November 15, 2014. Winter comes, with heat. I’m just home from an icy drive. And the first arctic blast has frozen. The floor through the crawl space. I sit in the big old robe. With socked and blanketed. Feet on the ottoman. My husband is working late. In the corner, the wood stove. Reaches for me with aromatic heat. Am the one craved. On top, the last of the chicken soup,. That final glow of chili and garlic,. Tomatoes deep and bright, flickering. Onions, all velvet on my tongue now. Steven, ...
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nomadic days & nights: January 2014
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Nomadic days and nights. Wednesday, January 29, 2014. Being a nomad about what to study. The heart is still aching to seek,. But the feet question 'Whither? 8212; Robert Frost, from "Reluctance". A list of 'nations' in Sogdian. From the Berlin Turfan Collection. These scraps of ancient paper with Sogdian writing from pre-Islamic Central Asia, from Sogdiana. Image from Pamir Highway Adventure site. I'm grateful I learned — better said, studied. 8212; Turkish in Latin script, not Ottoman. I have never been...
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nomadic days & nights: April 2014
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Nomadic days and nights. Thursday, April 17, 2014. A 13-year-old eagle huntress in Mongolia. Read and see the other photographs here: BBC's "A 13-year-old eagle huntress in Mongolia". Photo by travel writer and photographer Asher Svidensky. Subscribe to: Posts (Atom). What I want to do here is to . . . 13th c. tile with Phoenix. Phoenix, symbol of empire, dominance, renewal, resurrection. Class conflict and reading Henry James and Malcolm X. Birds of the air quilts. Table runners keep running. Rugs on th...
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washed stones: November 2014
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Saturday, November 15, 2014. Winter comes, with heat. I’m just home from an icy drive. And the first arctic blast has frozen. The floor through the crawl space. I sit in the big old robe. With socked and blanketed. Feet on the ottoman. My husband is working late. In the corner, the wood stove. Reaches for me with aromatic heat. Am the one craved. On top, the last of the chicken soup,. That final glow of chili and garlic,. Tomatoes deep and bright, flickering. Onions, all velvet on my tongue now. Around u...
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nomadic days & nights: being a nomad about what to study
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Nomadic days and nights. Wednesday, January 29, 2014. Being a nomad about what to study. The heart is still aching to seek,. But the feet question 'Whither? 8212; Robert Frost, from "Reluctance". A list of 'nations' in Sogdian. From the Berlin Turfan Collection. These scraps of ancient paper with Sogdian writing from pre-Islamic Central Asia, from Sogdiana. Image from Pamir Highway Adventure site. I'm grateful I learned — better said, studied. 8212; Turkish in Latin script, not Ottoman. Oh, this is going...
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nomadic days & nights: Sir Aurel Stein and paper's 2000-year road
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Nomadic days and nights. Saturday, February 1, 2014. Sir Aurel Stein and paper's 2000-year road. Obviously this is not a new topic. It could be that I found this more meaningful because last week I had also read about the origins of paper. I had been under the false idea that paper began with papyrus in Egypt. Although the word "paper" came from "papyrus," paper did not come from the papyrus plant and originated as a pulp papermaking process in China in around 100AD. Photo at Silk Road Foundation,. Stein...
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washed stones: September 2013
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Monday, September 30, 2013. The first yellow leaves separate. Dry and light like sloffed skin. Lifting off into blue space. One by one, elliptical. Confetti in a continual float. At the end of the parade,. Spinning across the barn’s. Coffinal roof where walnuts thunk. Like falling teeth, spiraling. Around empty sunflower heads. Lolling against shoulderless stalks,. Or circling round and round nothing. Like ashes—nothing that looks like. Something, for the wind—. Until after almost all down. Though its ar...
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washed stones: February 2014
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Wednesday, February 19, 2014. The close of winter. We fight against the close. With our drive to go. On, not to stop. And sleep or beautifully. With blades and spades. We further our path. Though we don’t know where. We are going, or. And in our deepening desire. For meaning, the snow. Around our tired knees. It would be so simple. To let it stop. Us, if we could believe. The stopping would not. The living is. If being. Alone was really enough. Wednesday, February 12, 2014. After waking from a nap. Where...
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washed stones: May 2015
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Friday, May 29, 2015. Class conflict and reading Henry James and Malcolm X. After 5 1/2 months of no posts, this sudden appearance of a long piece might seem odd. I simply want to post it, and I have no other place that seems appropriate. Do not feel obliged to read it, oh dear and old friends! If it interests you, then by all means, please do! Please understand that I do not see African Americans as the only oppressed ones! How can a person read. The Autobiography of Malcolm X. Out of desire and shame, ...
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washed stones: November 2013
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Thursday, November 21, 2013. Coffee, tea, they and we. In a week and a half we trundled between four houses. We visited friends in Ohio one weekend, back home for the work week, then a weekend with our grandson in their apartment while his parents got away. We arrived home Sunday with a storm that took out power (and a mighty spruce), so we moved into our son’s house in town until power was restored two days later. When you are not with close friends,. You are not in the presence. As it lives in people.
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