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I read Maurice Maeterlinck’s The Life of the Bee very early in my life, led there by epigraphs in Laurie R. King’s On The Segregation of the Queen, and…
Thanne longen folk to goon on pilgrimages… In retrospect I am struck by what shining veins of gold are mined from interstitial time. On my last day in…
Every February for the past four years, ever since I lost my last job, I walk to a park where nettles grow wild, carrying kitchen scissors, a paper bag…
There are two truths against which the networked, cabled world with all its unutterable speed and weight flings itself with a roar like the ocean…
Be secret and exult, Because of all things known That is most difficult. —Yeats, “To a Friend Whose Work Has Come to Nothing” In a job interview in May…
The idea of looking at objects and phenomena in terms of their goals arose with Plato and Aristotle. Here I steal the term teleology (from telos, end…
Like hundreds of other people, perhaps even two hundred people, I have spent years being baffled by the microscopy notes and photographs in mushroom…
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The Paper Airplane