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Showing posts with label A Record of a Pair of Well-worn Traveling boots. Show all posts
Showing posts with label A Record of a Pair of Well-worn Traveling boots. Show all posts
19 January, 2021

On Bashō / acquiring of new knowledge: Field Notes

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Rereading Bashō is always a pleasure / a great reminder of what made me return to a notion of poetry pared down. The flower itself // the mo...
03 April, 2019

Field Notes, from March 29 2019: Oh, The Humanities

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Air palpable with earnest outcries read to the appropriate audience words spent on prayers to gods too busy to grant wishes (From m...
22 February, 2019

Reading the Grounds

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Embrace the break in weather where you can. True, there are months when the last time you saw the sun feels like a dream; but when the...
15 February, 2019

from Record of a Pair of Well-Worn Traveling Boots: Be Safe Out There [a brief ethnography]

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The middle-aged black man was wearing a blue suit coat that was too big for him, worn around the cuffs, and missing a couple of button...
16 January, 2019

from Record of a Pair of Well-Worn Traveling Boots -- Anticipation

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I was traveling when my wife and got together. Our courtship was one of distance and of patience: letters, emails, phone calls when a ch...
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