mud rising
cool beneath my feet
this dapple-green day
21
May
2020
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20
May
2020
mid-spring
while still her dead – or
sleeping – neighbors surround her,
a wild pink blooming
17
May
2020
The Shakespeare Glut
The lack of live theatre has opened the floodgates for world-class Shakespeare companies to stream recorded versions of their recent productions. I’ve watched many of them, glad to have a chance to see productions I would have otherwise never been able to enjoy. I thought I’d take the time to put down a few thoughts on each of the productions I have seen in the last three weeks. So here’s a passel of mini-reviews of the various shows. Continue reading →
15
May
2020
Non-Participant
Today marks the beginning of trying to open up NY State. My region of the state, however, does not meet the necessary requirement to “re-open,” so we continue on “pause” until we do. At the practical level, it means the city of Buffalo has to have less COVID-19 cases to meet the standard. As of today, their hospitalization rate still is trending up. So we wait a little longer.
Personally I am somewhat torn about this situation. I understand and sympathize with both sides. My greatest fear is that the people too eager for re-opening will endanger everyone else. When I read the stories about people crowding bars and beaches and other recreational spaces like lemmings, I fear what will happen next in those areas. Because the virus is random, it’s not going to be just the people who put themselves at risk. It’s going to be the innocent who will pay for this stupidity. This is what I have a hard time grasping – why other people cannot see that their behavior endangers not just themselves, but other people whom they do not know. Continue reading →
14
May
2020
On KBO Baseball
I’ve been watching some of the Korean Baseball Organization (KBO) games that have been televised since the league began play on May 5, 2020. I started out watching the ESPN broadcasts of the games, but soon gave that up, as the quality was pretty poor overall. I have turned to watching the games on Twitch via the KBO Twitch channel. While the games are broadcast completely in Korean, the experience has been much more fulfilling. The ESPN broadcasters seemed to be more interested in interviewing their various guests than calling a game, while the Korean broadcasters are clearly interested in the game itself. While I cannot understand anything beyond the English used for certain events in the game (a home run is a “home run,” and the ball-strike count is always given in English), the enthusiasm and excitement for the game comes through clearly. The broadcasters are invested in the game itself, and that is a much more satisfying experience. Continue reading →
06
May
2020
continuity
in this year
of no future
a greening spring
05
May
2020
this walk
the lakeshore offers
the gift of a cool, stiff breeze
mixed with fresh spring grass
02
May
2020
The Musty Month of May
May has arrived, and it marks the beginning of the third month of sheltering in place. My wife and I have been OK through it all thus far. We’ve been able to secure what we need, and without knowing it we had stocked up on essentials before the shelter in place orders had begun. We intend to continue sheltering in place for some time to come, because in a lot of ways, “sheltering in place” is really our day-to-day lifestyle.
26
Apr
2020
Wanderlusty
If traveling is currently restricted, then the next best thing is to read some travel literature. I am currently reading the least-known (at least to me) of the Trinity of American Road Literature, Blue Highways, written by William Least Heat-Moon. Published in 1982, the book is an account of his travels across the United States in the late 1970s after losing a teaching job and becoming divorced from his wife. It ranks with the other two famous “road” books: Jack Kerouac’s On The Road, and John Steinbeck’s Travels with Charley. I had heard of the other two, but never Blue Highways. My loss.
The book is part journal, part journalism. Heat-Moon basically does a circumnavigation of the outer edges of the US, starting in Columbia MO, heading to the southeast coast, across the south, up the desert southwest to the Pacific Northwest, across the high plains, through New England, and down back the east coast and across again to Columbia. Right now I am in North Dakota with him, about 2/3 of the way through the book.
It’s a great read. I do feel a certain connection to the man and the travels. He has done something that I’ve always wanted to do, and may yet do someday. Wanderlust is a powerful emotion, and while I have done my fair share of travels in my life, I’ve never quite gone on an extended road trip like this, especially one that follows the back roads of the US. It’s an alluring dream, but the circumstances of my life so far have not offered to me (or I have not chosen to take) the time, freedom, or the solitude to attempt such a journey.
What makes the book so interesting is the writing style. Heat-Moon has the ability to be poetic while simultaneously being narrative. He is very good at engaging with the people he meets, and he is meticulous in reporting the encounters. His descriptions of people are unique in that he seems to capture, not just a description of what they look like, but what their external appearance seems to say about their inner life and their personal conditions in life. Not unsurprisingly, he likes bars and cafes, and he finds most of the people he describes in one or the other. An occasional hitchhiker joins him for a spell. He lives in a Ford Econoline van, long before #vanlife was ever a thing.
Ghost Dancing, Heat-Moon’s van.
His van, actually, was quite similar to one I owned at that same moment in time, a Ford Econoline E-150 with shaggy carpet interior and no seats. I bought that van in the hope of taking more road journeys after the cross-country trip my wife and I made back in 1976 in a VW Squareback. Heat-Moon eschews the tourist traps, parks, and legitimate campgrounds for simply pulling over on a sidestreet in a small town and sleeping in the van. His lack of gear is astounding when compared to #vanlife today.
In fact, I think I feel pulled to the book largely because of the immense difference I feel between people who are on the road today as opposed to 30 years ago. Today, it’s all about “experiences.” People get on the road to work part-time via the internet and to have “experiences” such as surfing or rock-climbing or a myriad of other experiences one can enjoy. The vans themselves are custom-made, have many of the modern conveniences of today’s technology (Heat-Moon didn’t even have a cell phone), and can cost up to $10-50K. That’s not to mention many of the people who are full-time RVers, with their $50-100K rigs and trucks and assorted toys. It always troubles me somewhat that, in wanting to travel, I come to the realization that the roads today are crowded with these kinds of experience-seekers. I often wonder if it’s even possible anymore to make a journey similar to Heat-Moon’s. Can one really truly get lost in America’s backroads today?
Heat-Moon’s journey was not about seeking “experiences.” It was a journey of self-discovery, of finding one’s self through others one met along the way. It was a journey into the interior of his existence through the external factors of the environment and the people he met. As such, it is a wonderfully satisfying journey to share. There are few pictures in the book, and the ones that are there are mostly quick portraits of the people he met. No landscapes, no scenery, no snaps of building he describes. You are left to feel the land and the people through his descriptions, nothing more. The journey, at all levels, is sparse, intimate, and personal.
I was never taken with On The Road. I tried to read it a number of years ago but found it too chaotic and perhaps a bit self-indulgent. I may have to try again. I’ve never read Travels with Charley and perhaps now is the perfect time to pick up that book and give it a read. Blue Highways is exactly the kind if book I need right now, as I sit sheltered at home, limited in my freedom to travel. -twl
25
Apr
2020
bicyclist
fourteen and free on
her two bright pink wheels; she leaves
springtime in her wake