• city of immigrants

    by  • October 12, 2007 • 1 Comment

    As you make your to do list for today, write down, “Buy Washington Square Serenade.” Steve Earle’s first studio recording of new songs in three years is worth every dime. For those of you who don’t know him, Steve’s first record, Guitar Town, came out in 1986 to rave reviews and afforded him fame...

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    raising my ebenezer

    by  • October 9, 2007 • 10 Comments

    Though I was flying home alone from Durham last Thursday night, I was not by myself. Seated next to me in the exit row was a large man who actually needed the extra leg room and who quickly fell asleep; across the aisle sat a couple who each had a puzzle book to work...

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    41 down

    by  • October 6, 2007 • 3 Comments

    The clue for 41 Down in the “difficult” crossword in Spirit, the in flight magazine of Southwest Airlines was “golden rule word”: unto, as in do unto others as you would have them do unto you. Jesus’ words are as obvious as they are wise. We, as a people, however, often have to be...

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    music to your eyes

    by  • October 5, 2007 • 2 Comments

    I was going to write this morning, but I got to reading the annual Southern music issue of the Oxford American, which comes with an amazing CD. The periodical is a labor of love and excellence, and certainly worth a look. Check out this piece on yodeling by Roy Blount, Jr.; “The People’s Singer,”...

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    building bridges

    by  • October 4, 2007 • 4 Comments

    One of the ideas that continues to intrigue and haunt me is that most of the world lives their lives without knowing or knowing of me and they don’t miss me either. I even posted a poem about it called “Spokane.” This morning, I’m sitting in Foster’s Market and Café in Durham, which has...

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    drinking beer with bob dylan

    by  • October 2, 2007 • 9 Comments

    The prompt from Writers’ Island this week was “The Journey.” I have no idea how I got from there to here, but here’s the poem — and I couldn’t pass up the video. drinking beer with bob dylan It’s late and we are sitting in a tavernI know well but can’t name.“Oh, where have...

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    by  • September 28, 2007 • 5 Comments

    Yesterday was our Schnauzer Lola’s seventh birthday and my brother’s forty-ninth. (I suppose that makes them the same age.) Today, my friend Doug is fifty years old. By coincidence, today also marks my four hundred and fiftieth post since beginning this blog on December 27, 2005. Eliot said we measure our life in coffee...

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    down the long road

    by  • September 26, 2007 • 3 Comments

    One of my tasks in preparing to move is to go through my CDs and transfer the bulk of them to my MacBook instead of boxing them all up to head south. I’ve invested a lot of money in CDs over the years, collecting a good bit of interest, though not of the monetary...

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    by  • September 25, 2007 • 10 Comments

    Our burning bushis just startingto singe aroundthe edges.Before longwithout smokeor fire, the leaveswill blaze brilliantlywithout burning upand fall to the earth. We talk aboutcolors, yet namethis seasonfor the letting go,the breeze-ridedown from lifeinto death. How can it beso energizingto see what wasonce verdantand vibrantflame and die? I try to listen.I want to hearwhat the...

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    red dirt girl

    by  • September 24, 2007 • 6 Comments

    On the way home from church to go to work, I heard the end of this interview with Emmylou Harris on NPR. She has a new boxed set out of rare tracks and unreleased material that I am now coveting in the worst way. One of the songs she sang during the interview (accompanied...

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