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Memory
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16 April, 2019
From Field Notes: Excerpts, 7th-9th April 2019 - Orange Poppy, Long Gone
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7 April view of the Wakarusa River Spent the early afternoon downtown. Had lunch with the Market Street Irregulars and then had the...
14 February, 2017
Letter from Trumplandia 3: art as memory/ memory as subversion
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Life is subversive. - Ernesto Cardenal When you are forced by circumstance to focus on survival, it can be difficult to remember that...
12 April, 2016
Echoes along the dirty, sacred river: settling up with the past
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In this bright future, you can't forget your past. - Bob Marley The past cannot be cured. - Queen Elizabeth I Echo and Narciss...
26 September, 2014
Fall Along the Dirty, Sacred River: After High Water Mark
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After a long a quixotic summer, I find myself feeling more than a little drained, more than a bit tense, and more than a tad exhilarated. ...
12 May, 2014
Learning Along The Dirty, Sacred River: Mothers, Teachers, Elders, Part 1
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I was cooking dinner for my daughter and her boyfriend last night*, trying to explain why I clean up after myself as I cook. I was telling T...
03 September, 2012
Southern Jaunt: 22 Years and Counting (Memoriam) /
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But the love of adventure was in father's blood. -- Buffalo Bill I wore his name like armor. - Elena Bell 22 years gone and I still reme...
23 April, 2012
Brief Introduction to The Atlas of Deep Time
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Roads cut into mountain rock like long memories, though the names and dates and reasons have all been forgotten. One fresh grave among the ...
19 January, 2012
The Third Thing
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"It's a poor sort of memory that only works backwards." -Lewis Carroll Today's my last full day in Mount Carroll for a whi...
13 January, 2009
Polite
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I was hiding out in a coffee shop pretending to be a member of polite society when I saw a former student. A girl. I couldn’t remember her n...
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