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Snow was general all over Ireland…” The last paragraph of Joyce’s The Dead

Yes, the news­pa­pers were right: snow was gen­eral all over Ire­land. It was falling softly upon the Bog of Allen and, fur­ther west­wards, softly falling into the dark muti­nous Shan­non waves. It was falling too upon every part of the lonely church­yard where Michael Furey lay buried. It lay thickly drifted on the crooked crosses […]

A Poem for Two Trees

Two trees I stud­ied the topo­graph­i­cal map once To find out the secret of the two big trees In the lower yard. They were the per­ma­nent Things about that piece of land our house Had stood on for more than one hun­dred years. The two acres peaked at 480 feet above sea level And dipped in […]

Finding the truth doesn’t bring redemption

Yes­ter­day I flew from the east coast to Los Ange­les and watched two movies that were uncanny in the sim­i­lar­ity of their view of the human con­di­tion. The moral syn­chronic­ity was more star­tling for the cul­tural chasm between the two films: the uber-Wasp cor­po­rate real­ity of the Reit­man broth­ers’ Up in the Air and the […]

The act of creation promises Love

Know that it is good to work. Work with love and think of lik­ing it when you do it. It is easy and inter­est­ing. It is a priv­i­lege. There is noth­ing hard about it except your anx­ious van­ity and fear of fail­ure. Bar­bara Euland, If You Want to Write Around the time I dis­cov­ered that more […]