Nature & Books belong to the eyes that see them.
- Emerson
July 31, 2021
Dear Edward
July 30, 2021
Looking Back - While I Was Gone
July 27, 2021
Still Me
"Books are what teach you about life. Books teach you empathy. But you can’t buy books if you barely got enough to make rent. So that library is a vital resource! You shut a library, Louisa, you don’t just shut down a building, you shut down hope.”
July 23, 2021
Looking Back - Angel Falls
July 18, 2021
Migrations
July 16, 2021
Looking Back - Where You Once Belonged
Looking Back... In an effort to transfer my book journal entries over to this blog, I'm going to attempt to post (in chronological order) an entry every Friday. I may or may not add extra commentary to what I jotted down in these journals.
The red Cadillac pulled down Main Street and sat by the tavern for hours, unnoticed. Then Ralph Bird of the Men's Store recognized the driver as Jack Burdette and bolted to the sheriff's office. The prodigal son of Holt, Colorado, had returned--and he was far from welcome.
In Where You Once Belonged, acclaimed novelist Kent Haruf tells of a small-town hero who is dealt an enviable hand--and cheats with all of the cards. In prose as lean and supple as a spring switch, Haruf describes a high school football star who wins the heart of the loveliest girl in the county and the admiration of men twice his age. Fun-loving, independent, Burdette engages in the occasional prank. But when he turns into a man, his high jinks turn into crimes--with unspeakable consequences. Now, eight years later, Burdette has returned to commit his greatest trespass of all. And the people of Holt may not be able to stop him. Deftly plotted, defiantly honest, Where You Once Belonged sings the song of a wounded prairie community in a narrative with the earmarks of a modern American classic.
July 14, 2021
Kissed a Sad Goodbye
Kissed a Sad Goodbye by Deborah Crombie
July 12, 2021
28 Summers
July 9, 2021
Looking Back - Bee Season
July 6, 2021
Poem du Jour - Such Silence
Such Silence
As deep as I ever went into the forest
I came upon an old stone bench, very, very old,
and around it a clearing, and beyond that
trees taller and older than I had ever seen.
Such silence!
It really wasn't so far from a town, but it seemed
all the clocks in the world had stopped counting.
So it was hard to suppose the usual rules applied.
Sometimes there's only a hint, a possibility.
What's magical, sometimes, has deeper roots
than reason.
I hope everyone knows that.
I sat on the bench, waiting for something.
An angel, perhaps.
Or dancers with the legs of goats.
No, I didn't see either. But only, I think, because
I didn't stay long enough.
~Mary Oliver
July 2, 2021
A Month in Summary - June 2021
None!
Abandoned:
The Overstory by Richard Powers - Gave up after reading 150 pages. I only read that far because it's a book club selection and I wanted to give it my best effort.
"In the mid-1980s, Marv Creamer, a geography professor from a small-time college in New Jersey, did a crazy thing: He climbed aboard his 35' steel sailboat and sailed around the world. Without instruments. No compass, no radar, no charting programs, no sextant. Not even a wristwatch. Now, almost 40 years later, I'm about to do an equally crazy thing: I'm writing a book about Marv and his remarkable voyage. (Pix of contract and celebratory bourbon above.) The book is called Sailing by Starlight, and it will be published in the spring of 2022 by Sheridan House Publishers." (Rod Scher)
Looking Back - Circle of Three
June 29, 2021
Poem du Jour - Tides
Every day the sea
blue gray green lavender
pulls away leaving the harbor's
dark-cobbled undercoat
slick and rutted and worm-riddled, the gulls
walk there among old whalebones, the white
spines of fish blink from the strandy stew
as the hours tick over; and then
far out the faint, sheer
line turns, rustling over the slack,
the outer bars, over the green-furred flats, over
the clam beds, slippery logs,
barnacle-studded stones, dragging
the shining sheets forward, deepening,
pushing, wreathing together
wave and seaweed, their piled curvatures
spilling over themselves, lapping
blue gray green lavender, never
resting, not ever but fashioning shore,
continent, everything.
And here you may find me
on almost any morning
walking along the shore so
light-footed so casual.
~Mary Oliver
June 25, 2021
Looking Back - A Parting Gift
Looking Back... In an effort to transfer my book journal entries over to this blog, I'm going to attempt to post (in chronological order) an entry every Friday. I may or may not add extra commentary to what I jotted down in these journals.
June 22, 2021
Poem du Jour - Today
Today
Today I'm flying low and I'm
not saying a word.
I'm letting all the voodoos of ambition sleep.
The world goes on as it must,
the bees in the garden rumbling a little,
the fish leaping, the gnats getting eaten.
And so forth.
But I'm taking the day off.
Quiet as a feather.
I hardly move though really I'm traveling
a terrific distance.
Stillness. One of the doors
into the temple.
~Mary Oliver
June 18, 2021
Looking Back - My Last Days as Roy Rogers
Looking Back... In an effort to transfer my book journal entries over to this blog, I'm going to attempt to post (in chronological order) an entry every Friday. I may or may not add extra commentary to what I jotted down in these journals.
June 15, 2021
Poem du Jour - If I Were
There are lots of ways to dance and
to spin, sometimes it just starts my
feet first then my entire body, I am
spinning no one can see it but it is
happening. I am so glad to be alive,
I am so glad to be loving and loved.
Even if I were close to the finish,
even if I were at my final breath, I
would be here to take a stand, bereft
of such astonishments, but for them.
If I were a Sufi for sure I would be
one of the spinning kind.
~Mary Oliver
June 11, 2021
Looking Back - The Feast of Love
June 8, 2021
Poem du Jour - A Thousand Mornings
All night my heart makes its way
however it can over the rough ground
of uncertainties, but only until night
meets and then is overwhelmed by
morning, the light deepening, the
wind easing and just waiting, as I
too wait (and when have I ever been
disappointed?) for redbird to sing.
~Mary Oliver
June 4, 2021
A Month in Summary - May 2021
Books Read (click on the title for my review):
Dreaming of the Bones by Deborah Crombie (2/5)
The Oregon Trail by Rinker Buck (2/5)
Abandoned:
A Door in the Earth by Amy Waldman
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