… and then there are the moments where, surprised, you find that the fingers loosen of their own accord; you no longer struggle to make something happen, nor struggle against struggling, but allow the events of your life to be the agent of release. Tonight, I passed some time with Tevye, the village milkman: Tevye, …
Here's the script: from an early age your interest in intimately knowing what my daughter would call the Greater Spirit (I like that) drew you to science, to the arts, to T'ai chi and yoga, to cooking and foods, to learn, to learn, to learn. And along that wild and sinuous path, you do learn – or …
The tamed range is filled with Cawdor wood, and every glance outside is a reminder of my failure as a suburban land steward.
Such colors of an August afternoon. First, the shades of wedded green, from the backlit leaves and their lapped and shadowed neighbors, to the heavy hip-high grass, to the mosses of the rock garden; the ruffled ears of rhubarb and dense and barbed raspberry thickets; the high architecture of island elms and the near-black …
the door I return to
and must pass through
In 1985, I spent several months living on the island of Java, in Yogyakarta, having traveled there with a partner in the evening of our intimacy. I sat out nights with our mutual friend Muller, a Sumatran who was studying at the University, on the grass mats of Jalan Malioboro, smoking Kretek cigarettes and drinking …
It is nine in the morning. With those first words, I have given you the freshness, the low rays of the sun, the clear skies of so many mornings. It is Saturday: I have given you some stillness and freedom from Purpose. There is the faintest breeze, in fact, which plays around the drying …
tech • nol • o • gy | tek'näl?j? | noun (pl. -gies) ORIGIN early 17th cent.: from Greek tekhnologia 'systematic treatment,' from tekhn? 'art, craft' + -logia 'knowledge', originally in reference to grammar. In the mid-1800s applied to industry and industrial works. Finally, circa 1964, 'High Technology' was coined for the overtures of the …
The moon poured its smiling face silver over the yard, and you moved your hand an inch, then another inch, then held my cool fingers in yours that were so warm.
"I was born in a suburb outside of Pittsburgh, two blocks off the rail line – before it was abandoned, and then reclaimed for pedestrians and bicycles – so that the 7:45 and the 8:30 made audible bookends to my bedtime, first calling ahead, then calling behind, and finally the stuttered step of the cars …
Ai, que dificuldade. Sabe, gente, que só nos terrenos brasileiros é possível viver como brasileiro. Não importa a vontade, não importa a ídioma empregada, não importa o abraço, não importa a comida… se torna brasileiro quem pisa na terra brasileira. Abra a porta carioca, deite na cama paulista, seja tocado pelo vento porto-alegrense… aí gente, …
The crickets are loud outside my window, because outside my window, the grass is high. Life, in fact, in terms both general and specific, has got a lead on me, and the kind of maintenance my neighbors would like to see in my yard and which they cannot see and would not see within my …