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By您好, yangyang Geng   Memory heals the scars of time. Photography documents the wounds. — Michael Ignatieff[1] It requires constant vigilance to see people as they are. — Olive Pierce    The Portraits of the Jefferson Park Housing Project in Cambridge and No Easy Roses Olive Pierce was born in Chicago, Illinois in 1925 and […]

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One meets the most interesting people in the obituary pages of The New York Times. On Monday, July 13, 2015, for those of us who didn’t know him before by reputation or his 20 books, we learned about Charles Winick, a professor of anthropology and sociology. He taught at the Graduate Center of the City […]

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Domestic Violence Awareness Month (which happens to coincide with Breast Cancer Awareness Month…because there are only so many months to divvy out) has brought minimal discussion in my neck of the woods, so I jumped at the opportunity to volunteer at an event hosted by NC State’s Women’s Center in Raleigh this week. “These Hands […]

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Domestic Violence Awareness Month (which happens to coincide with Breast Cancer Awareness Month…because there are only so many months to divvy out) has brought minimal discussion in my neck of the woods, so I jumped at the opportunity to volunteer at an event hosted by NC State’s Women’s Center in Raleigh this week. “These Hands […]

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July 16, 2018

Thanks a lot, Steve. And, continuing the segue-ing, here's an old (and traditional) Gary Snyder poem I just came across yesterday: Seaman’s Ditty I’m wondering where you are now Married, or mad, or free: Wherever you are you’re likely glad, But memory troubles me. We could’ve had us children, We could’ve had a home— But you thought not, and I thought not, And these nine years we roam. Today I worked in the deep dark tanks, And climbed out to watch the sea: Gulls and salty waves pass by, And mountains of Araby. I’ve travelled the lonely oceans And wandered the...

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Domestic Violence Awareness Month (which happens to coincide with Breast Cancer Awareness Month…because there are only so many months to divvy out) has brought minimal discussion in my neck of the woods, so I jumped at the opportunity to volunteer at an event hosted by NC State’s Women’s Center in Raleigh this week. “These Hands […]

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July 16, 2018

A very nice piece, William. I am reminded of a Sung Dynasty poem that D.T. Suzuki quotes in one of his books. I'm not sure of its relevance here, but it seems to resonate somehow. Misty rain on Mount Lu, And waves surging at Che Kiang. When you have not been there, Many a regret you have; But once there and homeward you wend, How matter-of-fact things look! Misty rain on Mount Lu And waves surging at Che Kiang.

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Frank Kermode, August 2000, photo by Charlie MacDonald

Domestic Violence Awareness Month (which happens to coincide with Breast Cancer Awareness Month…because there are only so many months to divvy out) has brought minimal discussion in my neck of the woods, so I jumped at the opportunity to volunteer at an event hosted by NC State’s Women’s Center in Raleigh this week. “These Hands […]

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June 14, 2018

The time that takes place in stories compared to the time that we actually live is radically abbreviated. It briskly sweeps aside all the commonplace moments that make up the long stretch of toilsome time and focuses instead on the interesting and compelling. With a mere section break or a simple transitional phrase, days, months, and whole years are disposed of as if they had no significance at all. “Then time passed slowly until the day arrived when….” A lot of important living is hidden in such a phrase. From the moment-to-moment flow of time, the storyteller lifts out only those narr...

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