... via paula's house of toast: I have no patience with theological homophobia. I simply cannot bring myself to respect the opinion of those who propound it. It is an execrable opinion, unworthy of respect, unworthy of enshrining in articles of faith. amen, sister.
Thoreau's Journal: 12-Jul-1851
Now at least the moon is full, and I walk alone, which is best by night, if not by day always. Your companion must sympathize with the present mood. The conversation must be located where the walkers are, and vary exactly with the scene and events and the contour of the ground. Farewell to those who will talk of nature unnaturally, whose presence is an interruption. I know but one with whom I can walk. I might as well be sitting in a bar-room with them as walk and talk with most. We are never side by side in our thoughts, and we cannot hear each other's silence. Indeed, we cannot be silent. We are forever breaking silence, that is all, and mending nothing. How can they keep together who are going different ways!
The craving for what is no longer
possible in conventional life- a feeling of
personal significance, however, returns
the circle of makers of private language
designed to discourage conventional
readers to the social dynamics of team
thursday we stumbled around Prairie Archives ... i in shorts got a chilly wet nose up my leg from the store's mascot ... but i found a brand new good cheap copy of the norton Winesburg, Ohio ... and a good cheap copy of The Collected Poems of Hart Crane ... 1933 Liveright ... good poems on good paper ... subtle design ...
friday we played at the lincoln museum ... and saw almost everything ... too long lines kept us out of "the white house" but we were able to see the razzamatazz Ghosts of the Library and Eyes of Abraham Lincoln technoramas ... Ask Mr. Lincoln was educational and good for us ... temporary exhibit Blood on the Moon was an extensive and coherent presentation around the assassination ... in itself worth a trip to springfield ... memorable: a simple note in pencil ... hatemail ... something like "May the Hand of God strike you down. Damn you" ... eternal violence of the self-righteous ... god help us still ... we did the whole tourist thing ... posing with the family ...
then we visited the WWII memorial at Oarkridge Cemetery ... took a look at dad's brick ... from certain angles the monument is not bad looking ... but it doesn't work so well from others ... such as straight-on ... the aluminum handrail dwarfs the globe and clutters the scene ... out of place in the black and white ... i'd lose it ... and the site needs many more trees ... wisely placed ... mom says she thinks there will be ... but i'm doubtful
back in petersburg jay & i explored the sorry old graveyard at the top of the hill ... kitty corner from st. peter's church ... i'd always seen it from the street ... but this was the first ramble through ... very old for these parts ... very dilapidated ... lots of fallen stones with evidence of attempts to fix them ... lots of illegible stones ... mostly sunbaked ... on the far side it leans down to a shady ravine ... i heard some kids playing in a swimming pool nearby
friday night we celebrated beth's birthday with a fiery mountain of homemade marshmallows ... to accomodate beth's recently arrived lactose intolerance ... yum ... we had some local corn too ... they say it's probably the last of the good stuff for the season because we've got a drought going on ... we need water ... & are hoping the remainders of dennis will get this far for a few days' soak ...
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