Autumn Milk

October 1, 2015

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“But can’t you hear the Wild? – it’s calling you.
Let us probe the silent places, let us seek what luck betide us;
Let us journey to a lonely land I know.
There’s a whisper on the night-wind, there’s a star agleam to guide us,
And the Wild is calling, calling . . . Let us go.”

–R. Service

Visting Buttercup

February 9, 2015

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― Rick Bass


January 22, 2015

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— Annie Dillard


January 1, 2015

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― Daisaku Ikeda

Boxing Day

December 26, 2014

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― Steve Erickson


October 27, 2014

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“The thing to remember about love affairs,” says Simone, “is that they are all like having raccoons in your chimney.”

We have raccoons sometimes in our chimney,” explains Simone.
And once we tried to smoke them out. We lit a fire, knowing they were there, but we hoped the smoke would cause them to scurry out the top and never come back. Instead, they caught on fire and came crashing down into our living room, all charred and in flames and running madly around until they dropped dead.” Simone swallows some wine. “Love affairs are like that,” she says. “They are all like that.”
― Lorrie Moore

Feeding the Cows

October 4, 2014

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“His consolation was that at least he had known her as the world had not, and the pain of living without her was no more than a penalty he paid for the privilege of having been young with her. What once was life, he thought, is always life and he knew that her image would preside in his intellect as a sort of measure and standard of brightness and repose.”
― Colm Tóibín

First Milk of the Year

September 20, 2014

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“I felt like lying down by the side of the trail and remembering it all. The woods do that to you, they always look familiar, long lost, like an old dream, like a piece of forgotten song drifting across the water…. and all the living and the dying and the heartbreak.”
— Jack Kerouac


September 19, 2014

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― Cormac McCarthy

Layote’s Back

September 19, 2014

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“Still, what I want in my life
is to be willing
to be dazzled—
to cast aside the weight of facts

and maybe even
to float a little
above this difficult world.”
― Mary Oliver