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Sunday afternoon in Nebraska | The Eclectic Garden
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All their own work. The neck of the sea →. July 13, 2008 · 3:18 am. Sunday afternoon in Nebraska. On a late Sunday afternoon in Lincoln, Nebraska, I emerged from a movie theatre feeling like someone had just put a skewer through my life and slowly barbecued it for three hours. I was alone in this big, flat, corn-fielded state; there was a slight coolness in the air and colour was leeching from the denim fabric of the sky. The movie I’d just seen was. I remembered that before I came here I would escape fr...
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The Eclectic Garden | A meander through life’s big questions | Page 2
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Newer posts →. August 18, 2008 · 10:22 pm. August 10, 2008 · 10:17 pm. When I was still just a boy, I learned that to want is a weakness and to want too much is to give power to others. Now I know that this is the history of the world but back then it was just another hot Saturday afternoon as I pushed my bike across the bed of a sandy creek and then rode up the dirt road towards Marinko’s house. I passed the field where Marinko told us he had killed the kittens. How did he get it? He was a partisan in Y...
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By the way | The Eclectic Garden
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Somehow we ended up talking about death →. August 26, 2008 · 10:27 pm. Yet, for all this, our dentist was effective in ways that no preacher had ever been. Lowering us back into his chair, he would murmur, Open wide. Then, as almost an afterthought, he would add, like John the Baptist with a drill, Oh, by the way, have you been saved? Eventually they took our dentist away. It was a shame though; everyone agreed that once you said you were saved, that dentist had the touch of an angel. Address never made ...
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Geography and the Spectre of Richard Venner | The Eclectic Garden
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A body in the Potomac River. August 7, 2007 · 10:44 pm. Geography and the Spectre of Richard Venner. So, it goes like this: I come home from school. My father says, How did you go in geography today? And my mother looks up from her dinner and waits. O father, do you think the world will be more or less beautiful if I can learn to name its parts? Mother, do you really think I can fail? You are educated, he brings in an income; I am not fat or ugly. Read the research, dearest mater and pater! My God, thank...
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November | 2008 | The Eclectic Garden
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Monthly Archives: November 2008. November 2, 2008 · 1:58 am. I’m funny, like me. So, like a living cliche of unrequited love, I decide to run away to a distant outback town of miners, dust and gold. I say it is for work so that you won’t know it is because of you. Probably you guess anyway. You tell me I will love it there. Instead, I turn around and drive home. David Crosby is on the radio and he pours harmonies into my blood. I am full of the things I cannot touch:. You send me an email out of the blue...
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What the doctor told me | The Eclectic Garden
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October 19, 2008 · 10:20 pm. What the doctor told me. He used to assess the medical fitness of pilots for the renewal of their commercial licenses and sometimes he suspected borderline mental illness. Not of the stark raving mad type, you understand, but just the occasional tenuous link to reality that could make passengers nervous. So, one day he discovers that patient who is the most difficult kind to assess; a pilot who is. And what reason might that be? One response to “. What the doctor told me.
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Inland | The Eclectic Garden
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How to bury your mother →. June 24, 2007 · 9:45 am. Do we draw borders around love? Do we take a great land and make it little with our littleness? I know that I have at different times of my life. Take the time when I was 19. I went for a trip inland with my brother in law Jake who was a sales rep for some mine supplier. Home from university, I jumped at the chance to see the gold boom for myself. One of them, Petey, was about my own age, a farmer’s son who was looking to make a quick buck. I liked to t...
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Mysteries | The Eclectic Garden
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What the doctor told me. I’m funny, like me →. October 26, 2008 · 2:21 am. She asked me once if I was ever aware that I was alive. This is what I told her: A long time ago we left our town about ten in the morning in an old Volkswagen to go fishing. Beware of King Waves. And a red box with a life buoy in it. That night we sat on the rocks fishing in the darkness. Clouds had rolled in from the North West. Kim said to me, Is that the moon up there? Yep, I said and looked away and we didn’t say anymore.
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But then again, I am drunk | The Eclectic Garden
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At the Drive In. The Naked Chauvinist →. February 24, 2007 · 5:15 am. But then again, I am drunk. It is the holidays again and, home from my studies, I am sitting on my parents’ front veranda in my hometown. The sea breeze is in but gently and the purple bougainvillea is waving in the spring sunshine. Bandy arrives and walks towards me up the front path. We are both 19; we have grown to strangers already but we are bound by a childhood that seemed to last forever and is now receding like the tide. When I...
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Madmen at the lights | The Eclectic Garden
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Somehow we ended up talking about death. I saw dolphins →. September 9, 2008 · 10:09 am. Madmen at the lights. Today at the traffic lights I watched a madman talking to himself, beating his fist against his forehead and staring with fury into a tree. I wondered what he saw there that I could not. When I came home I couldn’t help thinking of it; how I drove off lost in my angry thoughts, leaving him there with his angry visions, and both of us missing the sky. Somehow we ended up talking about death.