Net Galley Challenge
Sunday, May 15, 2011
No prairie up to the stirrups
A Sand County Almanac begins with a strong wake up call like Rachel Carson's of there being no spring and birds.
I was told there'd be cake
I was told there'd be cake by Sloane Crosley
The pony problem starts as a simple cleaning papers after the final breath. The author ties that lose end by getting rid of it and this would be the time where a revelation would have occured to her about the importance of the collection she was going to sever had she not known about her obsession with the collection. People always wonder about how to dispose or to hang to the ancient heirloom things but is that just a case of the gone to face up to their hoardism with meaning only to themselves. Atleast her progeny wont go through that dilemma.
Christmas in July begins with her pyrophylic parents.
The pony problem starts as a simple cleaning papers after the final breath. The author ties that lose end by getting rid of it and this would be the time where a revelation would have occured to her about the importance of the collection she was going to sever had she not known about her obsession with the collection. People always wonder about how to dispose or to hang to the ancient heirloom things but is that just a case of the gone to face up to their hoardism with meaning only to themselves. Atleast her progeny wont go through that dilemma.
Christmas in July begins with her pyrophylic parents.
Wild Mind
When you take care of something, it lives a long time - Roshi
Its a simple fact but needs to be put in words.
My colleague gave me a pot with money plant in it. It seemed like it reached its height of growth. Another coleague thought it needs some soil.
Few days of watering, all the leaves started sprouting new leaves at the stem.Some long weekends, I forget to water it and there goes the growing spree flat. It does amaze me that nutrition any time makes them grow unlike us you have lost the chance after 18.
Its a simple fact but needs to be put in words.
My colleague gave me a pot with money plant in it. It seemed like it reached its height of growth. Another coleague thought it needs some soil.
Few days of watering, all the leaves started sprouting new leaves at the stem.Some long weekends, I forget to water it and there goes the growing spree flat. It does amaze me that nutrition any time makes them grow unlike us you have lost the chance after 18.
Friday, May 13, 2011
Triumph of the city
Its a well heard complaint from home owners that new homes should not be built in this economy, but according to the author Edward Glaeserwhen the demand for a city rises, prices will rise unless more homes are built. When cities restrict new construction, they become more expensive.
Hausmann
John snow's cholera map
why clean water?
Its a well heard complaint from home owners that new homes should not be built in this economy, but according to the author Edward Glaeserwhen the demand for a city rises, prices will rise unless more homes are built. When cities restrict new construction, they become more expensive.
Hausmann
John snow's cholera map
why clean water?
Wednesday, May 11, 2011
While reading Sex and the River Styx, palimpsest in last but fourth line intrigued me.
Palimpsest in The Memory palace
Palimpsest in The Memory palace
After Derek Walcott's, Horoscopes for the dead by Billy Collins was a welcome.
The Flaneur reminded me of his poem about a mised vacation. Making the ordinary as preferred as the other.
The Flaneur reminded me of his poem about a mised vacation. Making the ordinary as preferred as the other.
Monday, May 9, 2011
Sex and the river Styx
Gooseneck lighting
nattering
cambium juice
Polliwog
Windthrow
Margay cats
Aoudad
uncosseted elk or mule deer
rassling a steer
Green up
sibilation
Tessitura
Fatback
Abyssinian chronicles
Wole Soyinka
Elechi Amadi
Ngugi wa Thiong'o
Okot p'Bitek
Peter Abrahams
nostrums
Shadbush
Grim Reaper
The method of nature
The Broken balance poem
The Broken balance article
Thoreau
When I confused Edward Hoagland with Edward Hirsch as a poet, 'Sex and the River Styx' became my to-read book. I am glad about the mix-up.
A look at the contents, 'Small Silences', 'Last Call', 'A Last look around', 'Endgame', 'The Glue is Gone' - this cant be good.
"Rising land of course will lift our spirits too".
"the immensity of winds, stars and trees, the infinity of unlobotomized animal species, the intricacy of landscapes, the galaxy of scents and shapes in natural creation, that we are losing, or just no longer sense or see". The author's lament on the status of man-nature relationship, the loss of adventure and mystery in the exploration, is the common thread through most of the chapters. His life and aging experiences have shaped his views on this part where "We do our turn, hang upside down or somersault or walk a wire, then bow out of the limelight."
Ascribing pinnae, whiskers, antenae to humans, the author maintains the continuity he feels between the woods and the house. The book is full of striking metaphors like planetary Lou Gehrig's disease, a cross-stitch of mercenary and sexual greed.
A proud Earthian who wishes to become a limestone if he can remain affixed forever to earth, in this age when we are planning for a dream vacation to other planets. The authors views do make us sit up and ask ourselves if there is anything we can do. If corn for fuel is obscenity to the author, what might he think of the test tube meat?
Thinking about this book, I wondered what the man who fell the first tree felt.
I have my hands on Hoagland's earlier book, 'Notes from the century before' - A journal from British Columbia.
Gooseneck lighting
nattering
cambium juice
Polliwog
Windthrow
Margay cats
Aoudad
uncosseted elk or mule deer
rassling a steer
Green up
sibilation
Tessitura
Fatback
Abyssinian chronicles
Wole Soyinka
Elechi Amadi
Ngugi wa Thiong'o
Okot p'Bitek
Peter Abrahams
nostrums
Shadbush
Grim Reaper
The method of nature
The Broken balance poem
The Broken balance article
Thoreau
When I confused Edward Hoagland with Edward Hirsch as a poet, 'Sex and the River Styx' became my to-read book. I am glad about the mix-up.
A look at the contents, 'Small Silences', 'Last Call', 'A Last look around', 'Endgame', 'The Glue is Gone' - this cant be good.
"Rising land of course will lift our spirits too".
"the immensity of winds, stars and trees, the infinity of unlobotomized animal species, the intricacy of landscapes, the galaxy of scents and shapes in natural creation, that we are losing, or just no longer sense or see". The author's lament on the status of man-nature relationship, the loss of adventure and mystery in the exploration, is the common thread through most of the chapters. His life and aging experiences have shaped his views on this part where "We do our turn, hang upside down or somersault or walk a wire, then bow out of the limelight."
Ascribing pinnae, whiskers, antenae to humans, the author maintains the continuity he feels between the woods and the house. The book is full of striking metaphors like planetary Lou Gehrig's disease, a cross-stitch of mercenary and sexual greed.
A proud Earthian who wishes to become a limestone if he can remain affixed forever to earth, in this age when we are planning for a dream vacation to other planets. The authors views do make us sit up and ask ourselves if there is anything we can do. If corn for fuel is obscenity to the author, what might he think of the test tube meat?
Thinking about this book, I wondered what the man who fell the first tree felt.
I have my hands on Hoagland's earlier book, 'Notes from the century before' - A journal from British Columbia.
Sunday, May 8, 2011
Tuesday, May 3, 2011
Two poetry bird titles
White egrets by Derek Walcott
Eumaeus
Manchineel shadows
Recanati
Leopardi
Canaletto
Hayrick
Soutane
I found this book very difficult to read.
Swan by Mary Oliver
Morning Glory cloud
Tom Dancer's gift of a whitebark pine cone
essential sparrow and necessary toad
Eumaeus
Manchineel shadows
Recanati
Leopardi
Canaletto
Hayrick
Soutane
I found this book very difficult to read.
Swan by Mary Oliver
Morning Glory cloud
Tom Dancer's gift of a whitebark pine cone
essential sparrow and necessary toad
Monday, May 2, 2011
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