I’m listening to JackoPierce and it reminds me of living in Maine and playing this song over and over. .
It’s six o’clock now in the morning As I wait for my train to come To take me somewhere just outside of Boston As I run to find the other sun Now I’m leaving more behind than I care to talk about Just more pain than this hard a man can use As this big world’s always spinning All that I thought I was winning I never thought, I never thought I’d lose And this great force it takes me to the ferry To cross wind and water so untamed And while on that ship my life just seems so very Small in comparison to everything around*
Thereis a girl over there sheis got mahogany hair And eyes of sweet amethyst I bow as she curtseys She doesnit look like sheis gonna hurt me So I decide to add her to my list And she says* She says*
Wonit you stay on the vineyard for the summer Wonit you stay on the vineyard for the year We’ll find a little house down there in Oak Bluffs And our children is all that we hear*
I seems now that I should be going As that one day turned into five or six Although Iim loving all the beautiful things sheis showing me I pack up and am enveloped by the mist
I just love this song. Who hasn’t been here…..
‘Cause it’s a bittersweet symphony this life Trying to make ends meet, you’re a slave to the money then you die I’ll take you down the only road I’ve ever been down You know the one that takes you to the places where all the veins meet, yeah No change, I can’t change, I can’t change, I can’t change, but I’m here in my mold , I am here in my mold But I’m a million different people from one day to the next I can’t change my mold,
Article about Leadville 100.
Editorial about Leadville 100.
It’s the birthday of poet and novelist Edgar Lee Masters, born in Garnett, Kansas (1869). He was one of the first writers to portray the American small town as a place full of secrets, lies, and shocking scandals in his book Spoon River Anthology (1915), a series of poems in the voices of the dead citizens in a fictional graveyard. He published Spoon River Anthology in 1915 under a pseudonym, because he thought it would be controversial, and he was right.*The critic Amy Lowell wrote, “Spoon River is one long chronicle of rapes, seductions, liaisons, and perversions. One wonders, if life in our little Western cities is as bad as this, why everyone does not commit suicide.”But the scandal made the book a best seller. It changed the way Americans thought about small towns, which had been considered merely innocent or boring places. But Edgar Lee Masters turned small towns into places of intrigue, and American writers have been exploring the closets and bedrooms of small towns ever since.
“Better to try all things and find all empty, than to try nothing and leave your life a blank.”I found this quote on a card that was bookmarking my page in Stegner’s book*, “Where the Bluebird Sings to the Lemonade Springs”. I’m re-reading this book starting tonight.
“I am somewhat skeptical of the fabled western self-reliance, because I knew it. The West was a place where one depended on neighbors and had to give as well as get. …. And yet there is something to the notion of western independence; there is something about living in big empty space, where people are few* … there is something about exposure to that big country that not only tells an individual how small he is , but steadily tells who he is.”
When Proulx was starting out, she supported herself writing nonfiction books about how to make things like apple cider, custard, cheese, a house, or a salad garden. Her freelance writing jobs taught her how to research almost anything, and she has since made a career writing fiction based on her extensive research. After she finished her novel Postcards (1951), she stumbled upon a map of Newfoundland. She said, “Each place-name had a story* Dead Man’s Cove, Seldom Come Bay and Bay of Despair, Exploits River, Plunder Beach. I knew I had to go there, and within 10 minutes of arriving, I’d fallen in love.” She explored the island, examined maps, and went to bed every night with a Newfoundland vernacular dictionary. The result was her novel The Shipping News (1993), which became a best seller and won the Pulitzer Prize.
everything’s gonna be all right
rockabye, rockabye
everything’s gonna be all right
rockabye, rockabye
rockabye
Came across this website today with cool photos of Grand County - where I live.
http://picasaweb.google.com/treehuggerman/ColoradoRockyMountainsSlideshow
The simplest of bridges, a promise
that you will go forward,
that you can come back.
So you cross over.
It says you can come back.
So you go forward.
But even if you come back
then you must go forward.
I am always either going back
or coming forward. There is always
something I have to carry,
something I leave behind.
I am a figure in a logic problem,
standing on one shore
with the things I cannot leave,
looking across at what I cannot have.
I just finished reading Caldwell’s memoir, A Strong West Wind. Literature inspired her life and I loved reading about how Wolfe’s novel, Look Homeward, Angel inspired her love of the “going away” novel. Her story was about leaving Amarillo and making her way in New England as a writer.
Caldwell has said, “I don’t feel that novels change the world. I think novels change people’s hearts. People’s hearts, one at a time, change the world.”
Interesing article about troublesome beetles in Colorado High Country.
