Wednesday, October 16, 2013

DRIVE, HE SAID ~










While sitting in our car in the shade we saw an old couple walk out of McDonalds.

Well, the woman of the duo did. The old guy was on two canes and barely moving. Arms like toothpicks. He had lost all expression, it was just grim.

There was a Ford-150 pickup truck about 100 feet from the door and it took them fifteen minutes to get there. The woman could have walked back and forth five times by the time her man got there with her. And by the time they did, he was now holding onto the back tailgate while he gave her the keys to open the passenger side, and somehow, Sweetheart couldn't believe, the crippled fellow was going to drive.

He was throwing all sorts of mean and ugly not at all nice stuff now at the woman, in that quite typical male lost his dignity and strength and manliness and was embarrassed as to his appearance and the wife was catching it all. Nothing else lived in the man's mind or eyesight but the woman, and without her he would be no more than a slug in the road with two canes long lost. But she did as she was told.

The man sidled his way along the street side of the truck, opened the door, rolled down the window, pushed open the side vent, got his grip around the open window and the steering wheel and slid himself up into the driver's seat. Another five minutes goes by. He finally gets the truck moving, old red color, automatic, dusty breadbasket model, Leer cap, moves toward where we are lounging and sharing a Coke and heads down the street only 200 feet before he turns into McDonalds again and parks, in the closest corner, looking out at the highway.

Now we get what this is all about.

In another age, long before McDonalds and all the shlock before us, this area was a beautiful cup of old farmland, traditional road, and a restaurant called Turnbulls sat close to where this McDonald's oozes. A real family restaurant.

We would go there as a young couple and sit with farmers at 4 PM early bird specials. Men without women. Old skilled waitresses. It was well known, always packed, and there were picture windows that looked out at the highway.

Our bet is this old couple used to do this, as we did: sit and look out at the highway. Even though the highway is now broadened three times, hellishly busy, the farm land is gone to gas stations, mall, junk supreme, and it's all non-stop, but not to this old couple.

We drove off and had a look at them as we passed by — there they were simply sitting there not saying a word to one another and watching the world they know. It wasn't the one happening.



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 Bob Arnold






Tuesday, October 15, 2013

RULE BOOK ~











RULE BOOK



This is where we are, I believe —


Questions are not to exist


Answers are whatever



~ BA











Sunday, October 13, 2013

Saturday, October 12, 2013

POSTCARD 10 ~








"Yes, Columbus Did Discover America"
San Francisco, 1938
photograph John Gutmann




The last time I saw a vehicle like this — but now in the modern age — was a new model car, a bit beaten down, on the summit of a mountain after we climbed the trail and in the
parking lot was this messenger car covered with
lyrics from Frank Zappa




Friday, October 11, 2013

POINT ~






An elephant points the way in Amboseli National Park in southern Kenya
 Photograph: Dai Kurokawa/EPA









MURIEL RUKEYSER ~








Muriel Rukeyser
1913–1980
























Back Road Chalkie



____________________________



"Although poet Muriel Rukeyser often provoked a varying critical response to her work, there was never any doubt during her five-decade literary career that a resounding passion was on display. Of her first book, the award-winning collection Theory of Flight, W. R. Benet remarked in the Saturday Review of Literature : "She is a radical politically, but she writes as a poet not a propagandist. When you hold this book in your hand you hold a living thing." Some forty-five years later, Gramercy Review contributor Jascha Kessler labeled Rukeyser "the heroic, the bardic, the romantic. . . . Poets who are bardic . . . take on mankind and the whole cosmos as the field of their utterance, . . . [and] try to carry whole nations forward through the urgency of their message. . . . Wherever there are hot spots that journalists blow up on the front page—strikes, massacres, revolutions, tortures, wars, prisoners and marches—there is Rukeyser, in the very front line, a spokesperson, or spokespoet perhaps, speaking up loudly for freedom in the world." Though her outspoken nature obviously displeased certain critics, Rukeyser remained a "spokespoet" all of her adult life.

In the critical commentary on Rukeyser's more than a dozen poetry collections, such phrases as "social activist" or "poet of social protest" are common. Alberta Turner explains in the Dictionary of Literary Biography that Rukeyser was a native of New York City and "by her own choice her life was not bland or sheltered." In the 1930s Rukeyser attended Vassar College and became literary editor of the leftist undergraduate journal Student Review . As a reporter for this journal, Rukeyser covered the 1932 Scottsboro trial in Alabama in which nine black youths were accused of raping two white girls. According to Wolfgang Saxon in his New York Times obituary of Rukeyser, the Scottsboro incident was the basis of Rukeyser's poem "The Trial" and "may have been the genesis of her commitment to the cause of the underdog and the unjustly condemned."

Following the Scottsboro trial, Rukeyser moved within very broad social circles for the remainder of her years. Among other things, she supported the Spanish Loyalists during the Spanish Civil War; she was once jailed in Washington for her protest of the Vietnam War; and, as president of the American Center for PEN, she travelled to South Korea in the 1970s to rally against the death sentence of poet Kim Chi-Ha, the incident which later became the framework of one of Rukeyser's last poems, "The Gates." Since she aligned her creative capacities so closely with the current events of her day, a number of reviewers believe the history of the United States for several decades can be culled from Rukeyser's poetry.

Though frequently incensed by worldly injustices—as is apparent in both the subject matter and tone of her writing—Rukeyser had an optimism that at times surprised her critics. According to Roy B. Hoffman in his Village Voice review of The Collected Poems of Muriel Rukeyser, Rukeyser's distress with injustice was "mingled with a romantic's belief in the perfectibility of the universe, and a young patriot's belief in the perfectibility of her nation. . . . Perhaps it is this belief of Rukeyser's—in a radiant epiphany behind the pain of conflict—that both dates her and makes her refreshing to read. Her idealism is unmarked by heavy irony, cynicism, or an intricacy of wit that characterizes much contemporary poetry." Because of her optimism, reviewers compared Rukeyser's style to that of nineteenth-century American poet Walt Whitman. In an assessment of Waterlily Fire: Poems, 1935-1962, a Virginia Quarterly Review critic explained that "like Whitman, Muriel Rukeyser has so much joy that it is not to be contained in regular verse but comes out in lines that are rugged and soaring." In much the same vein, New York Times Book Review's Richard Eberhart judged Rukeyser's poems in general to be "primordial and torrential. They pour out excitements of a large emotional force, taking in a great deal of life and giving out profound realizations of the significance of being. . . . She belongs to the Whitman school of large confrontations and outpourings."

In opposition to those who appreciated this poet's ability to merge her outrage with hope, some reviewers considered Rukeyser's optimism a weakness or a mere posturing. For instance, Thomas Stumpf in the Carolina Quarterly found that Rukeyser's later collection Breaking Open contains an "indefatigable optimism, hand-clasping brotherhood, and love for all ethnic groups . . . [which] feed[s] a poetry that is without muscle. . . . It is poetry that is fatally in love with exhortations and public promises, with first person posturings." What Stumpf ultimately detected in this particular collection was "the stuff of bathos." In turn, Louise Bogan criticized Rukeyser for creating a world in her poetry that, in reality, "could not last overnight." In her book Selected Criticism: Prose, Poetry, Bogan described the world in Rukeyser's A Turning Wind as "deficient in a sense of human life. . . . Her world is at once too nightmare and too noble. . . . She does not realize that such a world could not last overnight, that the sense of injustice is only relevant when applied to living human beings. . . . [There] is something hideously oversimplified in crude oppositions and blind idealism." Apart from complaints such as these, many reviewers fondly supported Rukeyser's optimism, an optimism grounded in what Kenneth Rexroth had labeled in a Los Angeles Times essay "the Community of Love."

In accordance with her impassioned nature, many of Rukeyser's earlier poems contain an intrepidness and exhortative voice that will surely be remembered. "Her intense tone, angry but also tender, jubilant, even exalted, which was to be dominant throughout her career, [was] already apparent in her first book," stated Turner; in it "she makes little use of silence." Some critics were inspired by this vigor. Poetry contributor John Malcolm Brinnin explained that with the publication of Theory of Flight, winner of the Yale Younger Poets Prize, "American poetry found its first full-blown expression of the rebellious temper that prevailed on American campuses and among the younger intellectuals. Its success was immediate. . . . Rukeyser was praised for the ruggedness of her technique, her experimentalism, and for the powerful utterance which, from a woman, seemed unique." Other critics could do without her brashness. "This passionate, innocent young woman . . . talks so noisily and so hurriedly that it never occurs to her that other people have seen these things before, and have learned to speak more calmly," wrote Michael Roberts in his Spectator review of Theory of Flight. When Turner remarked in her Dictionary of Literary Biography essay that Rukeyser would probably not be remembered as one of this century's greatest American poets, she based this statement, at least in part, on her belief that Rukeyser "wrote too much that was intense but fuzzy, trusting intensity to create a magic rather than selecting and juxtaposing fresh powerful words or images. But at times she was able to find the right image." Other critics of Rukeyser's early collections felt stimulated by her energy but, like Turner, professed that Rukeyser's methods needed perfecting. As one Kirkus Reviews contributor put it, "[Rukeyser] has achieved considerable reputation among those to whom lucidity is not a necessary factor."

Although Rukeyser's early poetic voice tended toward that of a sloganist, most critics sense that with time Rukeyser was able to develop greater sophistication and control in her poetry. Whereas Anne Stevenson commented in her New York Times Book Review critique of The Collected Poems that Rukeyser "seems to have been born poetically full-grown," others considered various developments in Rukeyser's craft important enough to analyze in their reviews. Brinnin, for instance, explains that "one of the most interesting phases of the transformation of the social poet in years of stress is the change in his use of language. In the case of Muriel Rukeyser, it moves from that of simple declarative exhortation, in the common phrases of the city man, to that of a gnarled, intellectual, almost private observation. In her earlier usage, images are apt to be simple and few; the whole approach is apt to be through the medium of urban speech. In the latter work, images become those of the psychologist, or of the surrealist, charged with meaning and prevalent everywhere." Albeit, her conviction was still strong, Brinnin added. Along the same lines, Turner found the later Rukeyser more relaxed, less rhetorical, "and though the poems still end firmly with clearly stated, strong opinions, they are less likely to pummel their readers."

Another change involved the movement toward shorter poems in contrast to the cluster poems, or collage poems, that were somewhat of a trademark for Rukeyser, poems centered on a single theme but developed in "separate, autonomous bits, [and] varied in line length and stanza form[,] . . . the parts of each book roll[ing] toward the reader in a series of waves, each of which crashes firmly," explained Turner. This movement toward more concrete images and shorter poems coincided rather closely with Rukeyser's increased devotion to the personal as well as to the political in her poetry.

Even though Rukeyser would continue to write poems that attempted to "carry whole nations forward through the urgency of their message," political poetry was not the be-all and end-all for Rukeyser, who explored a myriad of topics during her literary career. Many of her poems, particularly after her first few collections, were very personal, speaking on her role as a mother and daughter, speaking on sexuality, on creativity, on the poetic process, speaking also on illness and death. One of her poems from The Gates, "Resurrection of the Right Side," details the human body's slow recovery after a debilitating stroke: "I begin to climb the mountain on my mouth, / word by stammer, walk stammered, the lurching deck of earth. / Left-right with none of my own rhythms." In her book Beast in View, the poem "Ajanta" is "purportedly" a poem about painted caves in India, "but when she wrote it," noted Rexroth, "Muriel had never been to India. . . . 'Ajanta' is an exploration . . . of her own interior—in every sense. It is the interior of her mind as a human being, as a poet, and as a woman. It is the interior of her self as her own flesh. It is her womb." Virginia R. Terris goes to some length in her American Poetry Review article to chronicle Rukeyser's movement from the social to the personal, or from theory to actual experience. Regarding Rukeyser's biography of business magnate Wendell Willkie entitled One Life and comprised partly of poems, Terris felt Rukeyser was "able to focus single-mindedly on what she [had] only tentatively explored in earlier volumes. . . . Although Rukeyser [was] exploring many of the themes she had earlier explored—family tensions, social and technological issues and women exploited—she [moved] into experiences that [were] hers uniquely."

In the same way that Rukeyser's poetry was one of variety—for it could be labeled many things: romantic, political, feminist, erotic, Whitmanesque—her oeuvre explored a variety of genres. Although known particularly for her poetry, Rukeyser wrote biographical material (which was sometimes in the form of poetry), children's books, plays, and television scripts, and she also translated poetry from the Swedish, French, German, Spanish, and Italian. In addition, she taught and read her poetry at institutions nationwide.

Poetry aside, Rukeyser's biographical work received the most critical attention. As Jane Cooper noted in the Washington Post Book World, Rukeyser "loved science and history and modern technology, enjoying their puzzles and solvings much as she enjoyed the puzzles and solvings of poetic form." Thus, the fact that Rukeyser wrote about individuals other than the literary and artistic should not be too surprising. While it is true that Rukeyser wrote memorable poems about the German lithographer Kaethe Kollwitz, American composer Charles Ives, and mythological figures like Orpheus, at the same time she profiled New England eccentric Lord Timothy Dexter; nineteenth-century mathematician Willard Gibbs; English mathematician and scientist Thomas Hariot; and, as previously noted, lawyer and business executive Wendell Willkie, who ran for president on the 1940 Republican party ticket. Indeed, Rukeyser wrote full-length biographies of the latter three men.

According to Terris, one of Rukeyser's intentions behind writing biographies of nonliterary persons was to find a meeting place between science and poetry. In an analysis of Rukeyser's expository work The Life of Poetry, Terris notes that Rukeyser was of the opinion that in the West, poetry and science are wrongly considered to be in opposition to one another. Thus, writes Terris, "Rukeyser [set] forth her theoretical acceptance of science . . . [and pointed] out the many parallels between [poetry and science]—unity within themselves, symbolic language, selectivity, the use of the imagination in formulating concepts and in execution. Both, she believe[d], ultimately contribute to one another."

Some critics were skeptical of this poet's attempts at interpreting history, but for others Rukeyser's poetic angle brought something more to the reader than could be expected from a biography in the strict sense. Regarding Rukeyser's account entitled The Traces of Thomas Hariot, Washington Post Book World critic Vincent Cronin stated: "By her carefully controlled imaginative sympathy, by the dazzling range of her learning, and above all by the poetry of her style she leads the reader further than he is ever likely to go into the speculative seventeenth century, where daring men were trying, on half-a-dozen fronts, to break through into what was to become the modern world. . . . From now on, thanks to this highly enjoyable trail-blazing book, Thomas Hariot will never be 'just another minor Elizabethan.'" Commonweal reviewer E. L. Keyes viewed Rukeyser's biography of Willard Gibbs as an "intelligible collation of a mountain of mysteries."

Impassioned, self-confident, eclectic, a poet of powerful expression, a poet of the political and the personal—these and similar phrases have characterized the life and work of Muriel Rukeyser for decades. Although the critics in Rukeyser's earlier, more prolific decades seldom agreed on the value of her achievements, a new generation of reviewers had come along by the time Rukeyser published The Collected Poems; and in looking at the totality of her accomplishments, these critics found cause for rejoicing. A year before Rukeyser's death, Hoffman concluded that "poems like 'The Poem as Mask' make me wonder if Muriel Rukeyser is not our greatest living American poet. The Collected Poems . . . enable us to see a breadth of history, energy, and experience rarely matched in American letters." As for Kessler, "any reading of [Rukeyser's] poems will excite the best and most ingenious impulses of . . . people everywhere, who want goodness and freedom and love in the world and in their own personal lives. Rukeyser remained faithful and consistent with her own youthful visions, and all this work [in The Collected Poems]. . . testifies to that."

Two books published after Rukeyser's death attest to a resurgence in her popularity, which waned after 1980. With Out of Silence: Selected Poems, new readers were exposed to Rukeyser's poetry and literary historians were reminded of her contributions. Lee Upton observed in Belles Lettres: "The title of the selected poems . . . is particularly appropriate; Rukeyser . . . , emerging from relative neglect, gives voice to the repressed, particularly to the lives of women and the marginalized." According to Anne Herzog of The Women's Review of Books, Rukeyser "articulated the thoughts and feelings of the unnoticed and excluded" in the poems selected for Out of Silence. Rukeyser was "one of this country's most distinguished, misunderstood and undervalued poets," Herzog added. Of the second book reviving Rukeyser's prose and poetry, A Muriel Rukeyser Reader, Richard Gray wrote in Modern Language Review: "She has been neglected: but this generous and sensitive selection of her work will perhaps help redress the balance, introducing her to some and reminding others how good she can be."

Career

Poet, social activist, teacher, biographer, screenwriter, dramatist, translator, and author of children's books. Before World War II, worked for theaters and theater magazines and did office work; after the war, she read poetry and taught; Sarah Lawrence College, Bronxville, NY, member of faculty, 1946, 1956-67. House of Photography, vice president, 1946-60. Sometime between 1930 and 1933, co-founded with Elizabeth Bishop, Mary McCarthy, and Eleanor Clark a literary magazine, Student Review, to protest the policies of the Vassar Review; later, the two magazines consolidated.

Bibliography

POETRY
  • Theory of Flight, foreword by Stephen Vincent Benet, Yale University Press, 1935, reprinted, AMS Press, 1971.
  • Mediterranean, Writers and Artists Committee, Medical Bureau to Aid Spanish Democracy, 1938.
  • U.S. One, Covici, Friede, 1938.
  • A Turning Wind: Poems, Viking, 1939.
  • The Soul and Body of John Brown, privately printed, 1940.
  • Wake Island, Doubleday, 1942.
  • Beast in View, Doubleday, 1944.
  • The Green Wave (contains a section of translated poems of Octavio Paz and Rari), Doubleday, 1948.
  • Orpheus (with the drawing "Orpheus," by Picasso), Centaur Press, 1949.
  • Elegies, New Directions, 1949.
  • Selected Poems, New Directions, 1951.
  • Body of Waking (contains a section of translated poems of Paz), Harper, 1958.
  • Waterlily Fire: Poems 1935-1962 (including the group of poems entitled "The Speaking Tree"), Macmillan, 1962.
  • The Outer Banks, Unicorn Press, 1967 , 2nd revised edition, 1980.
  • The Speed of Darkness, Random, 1968.
  • Mazes, photography by Milton Charles, Simon & Schuster, 1970.
  • Twenty-nine Poems, Rapp & Whiting, 1972.
  • Breaking Open: New Poems (contains translations of Eskimo songs), Random House, 1973.
  • The Gates: Poems, McGraw, 1976.
  • The Collected Poems of Muriel Rukeyser, McGraw, 1978.
  • Out of Silence: Selected Poems, edited by Kate Daniels, Triquarterly Books (Evanston, IL), 1992.
BIOGRAPHY
  • Willard Gibbs, Doubleday, 1942.
  • One Life (biography of Wendell Willkie in poetry, prose, and documents), Simon & Schuster, 1957.
  • The Traces of Thomas Hariot, Random House, 1971.
CHILDREN'S BOOKS
  • (Self-illustrated) Come Back, Paul, Harper, 1955.
  • I Go Out, pictures by Leonard Kessler, Harper, 1962.
  • Bubbles, edited by Donald Barr, illustrated by Jeri Quinn, Harcourt, 1967.
  • More Night, illustrated by Symeon Shimin, Harper, 1981.
UNPUBLISHED PLAYS
  • The Middle of the Air, produced in Iowa City, IA, 1945.
  • The Colors of the Day, produced in Poughkeepsie, NY, at Vassar College, June 10, 1961.
  • Houdini, produced in Lenox, MA, at Lenox Arts Center, July 3, 1973.
TRANSLATOR
  • (From the Spanish; with others) Paz, Selected Poems of Octavio Paz , Indiana University Press, 1963, revised edition published as Early Poems 1935-1955, New Directions, 1973.
  • Paz, Sun Stone, New Directions, 1963.
  • (With Leif Sjoeberg) Gunnar Ekeloef, Selected Poems of Gunnar Ekeloef , Twayne, 1967.
  • Ekeloef, Three Poems, T. Williams, 1967.
  • Also translator of Bertolt Brecht's Uncle Eddie's Moustache, 1974.
  • (With Sjoeberg) Ekeloef, A Molna Elegy: Metamorphoses, two volumes, Unicorn Press, 1984.
OTHER
  • The Life of Poetry, Current Books, 1949 , reprinted, Morrow, 1974, with introduction by Jane Cooper, Paris Press, 1996.
  • The Orgy (a three-day journal), Coward, 1965.
  • The Poetry and Voice of Muriel Rukeyser (recording), Caedmon, 1977.
  • A Muriel Rukeyser Reader, Norton, 1994.
Also author of film scripts "A Place to Live" and "All the Way Home." Contributor to periodicals, including Nation, New Republic, Poetry, and Saturday Review.


from The Poetry Foundation




Thursday, October 10, 2013

ALICE MUNRO the 13th ~







Alice Munro wins The Nobel Prize for Literature, 2013



http://snd.sc/17ZYbb3



"Alice Munro married James Munro in 1951. Their daughters Sheila, Catherine, and Jenny were born in 1953, 1955, and 1957 respectively; Catherine died 15 hours after birth.

In 1963, the Munros moved to Victoria where they opened Munro's Books, a popular bookstore still in business. In 1966, their daughter Andrea was born. Alice and James Munro were divorced in 1972. She returned to Ontario to become Writer-in-Residence at the University of Western Ontario. In 1976 she married Gerald Fremlin, a geographer. The couple moved to a farm outside Clinton, Ontario, and later to a house in Clinton, where Fremlin died in April 2013."


SAILING ~









In memory of ~
Philip Chevron
17 June 1957 ~ 8 October 2013
who wrote this classic tune





Wednesday, October 9, 2013

JULES SUPERVIELLE ~








Jules Supervielle (1884–1960) was born in Montevideo, studied in France, then lived alternately in a Paris suburb and in Montevideo. He published ten collections of poetry. T.S. Eliot said of him and Saint-John Perse, "There are no two poets of their generations of whose permanence I feel more assured."





Secret Sea



When no one's watching it,

The sea stops being the sea

And turns into what we are

When no one can see us.

It spawns other kinds of fish

And makes other kinds of waves.

It's the sea for the sea

And for those dreaming of it,

Just as I am doing here.








"A gray ox in China. . ."



A gray ox in China,

Asleep in his stable,

Stirs and stretches his spine.

An ox in Uruguay,

At the very same time,

Turns around to see

If anyone has moved.

Flying past above both,

One at day, one at night,

A bird soundlessly makes

A tour of the planet

And never touches it

And never comes to rest.








Planet



The sun is rising on Venus;

Over the planet a slight stir.

Is it a barge with no oarsman

Sailing across a sleeping lake,

Is it a memory of Earth

Arriving up here awkwardly,

A flower winding on its stem

In these reeds where there are no birds

Turning its face up to the light

Nettling the inhuman atmosphere?








Rain and the Tyrants


I watch the falling rain

And the puddles that make

Our dingy planet shine.

A clean rain is falling

As it fell in Homer's time

And in the time of Villon.

It falls on mother and child

And on the backs of sheep

Rain is falling again

But it cannot soften

Either the iron hearts

Or hard heads of tyrants

Or shower them with the grace

Of perfect astonishment.

Gentle rain is falling

Everywhere in Europe

Putting all the living

In the same envelope

Despite the infantry

Loading their rifles

And despite the newspapers

Beckoning to us.

A gentle rain

Drenching the flags.



 
 _______________________________


translated from the French by Geoffrey Gardner 

JULES SUPERVIELLE
The Horses of Time
Tamarack Editions, 1985








Tuesday, October 8, 2013

MARK COUSINS FILM WONDER ~








Mark Cousins




Mark Cousins 2011 documentary The Story of Film: An Odyssey was broadcast as fifteen one-hour television episodes on "More4," and later, featured at the 2011 "Toronto International Film Festival." In September 2013, it began showing on "Turner Classic Movies" and it's a wonder to behold Cousins and the show's host Robert Osborne (a father figure in our household) as two terrific film-heads together.

More about Mark Cousins ~ "In 2009, Cousins and actress/director Tilda Swinton created a project where they mounted a 33.5-ton portable cinema on a large truck and hauled it manually through the Scottish Highlands. The result was a traveling independent film festival which was featured prominently in a documentary called Cinema is Everywhere. The festival was repeated again in 2011."

Monday, October 7, 2013

FLIP THE BLADE ~







Stone work


Rounding the corner on the stonework ~ all used & found materials: Guilford slate and stone. The stone all pulled out of a stonewall I built 25 years ago and expendable if you got a look at all the stonewalls I've built over 40 years around the place. Our son Carson visited and asked where I pulled the stone. I showed him where the stonewall had once been, now we would extend a flower bed; he said, "Looks better." In the photograph above, right above my arm is a line of cement board ~ soon Mexican tiles will flourish there.


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Today I cut stone for windowsills and that took six hours for six windows. Each one a special measure and special cut and fitting. I ran out of the masonry blade which wears down after awhile and 12 miles from any store I had to make-do, my middle name.

 There is an old trick, probably invented by a guy just in my situation — now think about this: all my life I haven't been able to, or even thought about, how I can't just jump into a car and go get something. I never have. Never. It's my secret why-not. So my life has been one big plan of a myriad of plans: fallbacks and substitutes and extra things on hand and forever planning so I'm not stuck.

 Here I was with one more stone to cut and shape into two stones for two windows. No blade. I could hammer the slate into easy submission if on a roof, but not for the exact measurement of a windowsill.


 Sweetheart happened to be in town on errands and she carries a cell phone for emergencies so never has it on until there is an emergency. It doesn't matter if I have one. I don't know a cell phone from a transistor radio, have never used or even held one and don't know Sweetheart's cell phone number anyway, and she can't remember it either!

 I recalled how when I was a boy an old timer took his skill saw blade (a dull one) and turned it backwards in the saw and we could now cut metal with it, and probably stone. I'd done metal plenty of times this way but hadn't had to try stone. I was always prepared.

 I found an old blade and gave it a shot, wetting the stone to help the blade cut (never dry) and sure enough it cut better than the masonry blade.


If I was a boy scout (and I am) my moral of the story would be: learn to flip the blade.




 photograph © Susan Arnold





Sunday, October 6, 2013

JUKEBOX 66 ~




U.S. Route 66 marker
U.S. Route 66
Will Rogers Highway
Route information
Length: 2,451 mi (3,945 km)
Existed: November 26, 1926 – June 27, 1985
Major intersections (In 1947)[1]
West end:
US 101 Alt. in Santa Monica, CA
Major
junctions:
East end: US 41 / US 54 in Chicago, IL

(Wikipedia)














Route 66.2 by Susan Arnold on Grooveshark


selections compiled by bob arnold