GOOD START ~

http://dealbook.nytimes.com/2012/12/11/three-arrested-in-connection-to-rate-rigging-scandal/?hp

http://www.nytimes.com/interactive/2012/07/16/business/dealbook/20120716-libor-interactive.html

Russell Libby ~

Dear Russell,

I had no idea the next time I'd hear from you would be via the New York Times obituary page. You famous wonder-jack, you! Who sent me his books of poems, or just a sheaf of poems at will, as a friend. A friend I never got to meet, and what a shame. You were such a good man, Russell, and the best part of this is every part of that goodness will remain since as a farmer, family man, husband, and neighbor you put it back into the soil. Gave it to Maine. I'm going to miss your short but sweet letters telling me how you chimed into my Birdhouse blog each day, and shared some of your day with me. Heck, that's how we met! You bought my books and took those other books I tucked in as extra. The cancer came and it seemed you had it beat, but I can see in this film below you're doing your ever loving best to stay above the grade, seriously hurt as you were. The grand teacher. The quiet poet. The one animals and birds and the wind already miss. It's very important that those that had never heard of you (impossible in Maine) knew you were with us.

http://www.wcsh6.com/rss/article/220013/10/Bill-talks-with-Russell-Libby

http://www.nytimes.com/2012/12/13/us/russell-libby-organic-farming-advocate-dies-at-56.html?ref=obituaries

Applied Geometry

Russell Libby

Applied geometry,   

measuring the height   

of a pine from   

like triangles,   

Rosa’s shadow stretches   

seven paces in   

low-slanting light of   

late Christmas afternoon.   

One hundred thirty nine steps   

up the hill until the sun is   

finally caught at the top of the tree,   

let’s see,   

twenty to one,   

one hundred feet plus a few to adjust   

for climbing uphill,   

and her hands barely reach mine   

as we encircle the trunk,   

almost eleven feet around.   

Back to the lumber tables.   

That one tree might make   

three thousand feet of boards   

if our hearts could stand   

the sound of its fall.

see Russell's book
Balance: A Late Pastoral 
 (Blackberry Press, 2007)