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LIFE... or something like it: 02_05
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Pure unadulterated blogging pleasure. LOSLI Chat (Mondays at 10:00 PM EST / 7:00 PM PST). LIFEor something like it. Sweet and Somber Fairy Tale. Eileen AKA the LA Lady. Julie with a B. Ken is a verb. Sweet and Somber Fairy Tale. My Life as a Seinfeld Episode. The All Spin Zone. Opinions You Should Have. A New York Escort's Confessions. That Colored Fellas Weblog. Born Under a Fire Sign. Sweet and Somber Fairy Tale. Bad Penny Alter Ego. Skippy the Bush Kangaroo. Of Horses and Hell. Drew's Blog - O Rama.
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MARY SOJOURNER: 01/01/2010 - 02/01/2010
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Friday, January 1, 2010. I offer Circling to the unknown reader who once underlined sentences in my book, Bonelight: Ruin and Grace in the New Southwest. And posed a haunting question in the margin of the essay Compromise: Ghost Dance of the New West. Should chance bring you to this blog, please get in touch with me. My gmail is bstarr67@gmail.com). The boundaries of the earth. Wearing our long wing feathers. Wearing our long wing feathers. 1986, a song from sacred land work. I reached the bridge with a ...
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MARY SOJOURNER: 06/01/2008 - 07/01/2008
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Tuesday, June 24, 2008. I am a free-lance writer, editor and writing teacher. I begin to think about credentials and balk. You can google Mary Sojourner to find my books and articles, my NPR commentaries and writing conference gigs. Here is what is important:. Last night I walked out over the desert, into light that went from too much to burnished to cool gray. I was heading back when I saw a jade-green snake coiled in a perfect circle. Its head was slightly raised, its tongue testing the air. Thank god,...
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MARY SOJOURNER: 08/01/2008 - 09/01/2008
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Wednesday, August 13, 2008. Welcome to the Age of Nugacity. We are living in the Age of Nugacity. This, from a word-a-day service. A friend once gave me:. Noun: Triviality; futility. From Latin nugax (trifling), from nugari (to trifle). Last night, after I had read in the LA Times and on Yahoo about Adolf. Hitler's Olympics unfolding in Beijing, I took myself out to the. Joshua tree and watched the moon's slow progress toward the mountains. To That which contains us, "I am so sorry.". Was able to sleep.
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MARY SOJOURNER: 04/01/2008 - 05/01/2008
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Wednesday, April 9, 2008. I have become a ghost in a ghostland. 1 Cabin Becoming a Crow. Seven years ago my best friend and I drove East on I-40. We were headed for a writing conference in central Oklahoma. When we saw the Cuervo highway exit in New Mexico, we pulled off. It was time for coffee. What better place to drink my friend's fierce dark brew than a dirt road on which we might be attended by fierce dark birds. Shining One. Path of Fame. Beloved. Manifestation. Sweetness. We drank our coffee, talk...
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MARY SOJOURNER: 03/01/2011 - 04/01/2011
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Sunday, March 27, 2011. Pimping Life and Death. I live in the world rather as a spectator of mankind than as one of the species. Joseph Addison, essayist and poet (1672-1719). I like to watch. Chance the Gardener, Being There. I watched as my mother was taken away, as she returned and was taken away again. I watched my hand turning the pages of the Tales of the 1001 Arabian Nights. Friday, March 11, the cell phone rattled on the nightstand. It was seven am I was tired from a night of little sleep and...
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MARY SOJOURNER: 07/01/2009 - 08/01/2009
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Friday, July 31, 2009. A moment of happiness. You and I sitting on the verandah,. Apparently two, but one in soul, you and I…. 8230;The stars will be watching us,. And we will show them. How it is to be the thinnest crescent moon. You and I, unselfed, will be together,. Indifferent to idle speculation, you and I. The parrots of heaven will be cracking sugar. As we laugh together, you and I. And what is even more amazing. Is that while here together, you and I. Are at this very moment in Iraq and Khorasan.
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MARY SOJOURNER: 05/01/2009 - 06/01/2009
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Wednesday, May 27, 2009. Despite the best efforts of the Mojave to hold me fast with its beauty and dear people, I leave today for Bend, Or. Thanks to my son, Matt; and my beloved friend, Fred K., every object I own is in a 5X8 trailer and my Vibe. Will be published by University of Nevada Press in Spring 2010; and being half-way through writing, She Bets Her Life: women and compulsive gambling. I found a group of gamblers who didn’t gamble. I listened to their stories and heard my own. But...And the who...
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MARY SOJOURNER: 01/01/2011 - 02/01/2011
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Saturday, January 22, 2011. The Gibbon Mother: a brief lesson in love. Thirty-five years ago I took a break from the American Psychological Association Convention. I needed to clear my mind of theory and debate. The zoo was within walking distance of the big hotel in which I'd been sitting in rooms with no windows, listening to words that seemed to suck the air from the already airless rooms. The mother gibbon laid her arm across the baby's shoulders. The baby slowly crept away from her, but not out ...
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MARY SOJOURNER: 02/01/2009 - 03/01/2009
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Wednesday, February 25, 2009. Americans are obsessed with the notion of control. The control is just an illusion. Lee Barnes, writer. There is no demanding god here. There is no religion. There is only the sacrifice of most of what I once believed was permanent. There are offerings, not to be consumed in flame or carried away on a river, but objects and images to remind me of what matters. Each reminder has its own place, its own proximity to another. A gray pyramidal rock with a black dot in one side, a...
