Hah! Now we’ve got a video. Here’s the background: In 1981 after Reagan was inaugurated, I wrote a song called “2011” [pronounced twenty-eleven] about a dystopian future I was sure would follow. Riffing on a film based on a Harlan Ellison novel called “A Boy and His Dog,” the idea was, I’d be 65 years [...]
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When we landed in New Mexico, our first home was in San Cristobal. Hardly anyone can imagine, even in New Mexico, how pristine those mountains are and what a holy joy it was to live there. The upper end of the valley backs up to wilderness. You can follow a trail all the way to [...]
Some of the plums had already fallen, so I knew the others were ready to pick. As I stood there pulling them into the colander one by two, I heard the steady, whispered “whoop, whoop, whoop” of raven wings. At beat four he flew overhead and whoop-whooped out of sight. There were a lot of [...]
My sister died last night. I can’t imagine life without her on this earth. Teresa my buddy, my friend, my teacher… She found out sometime in May that she had terminal liver cancer. For the record, that means you starve and swell up until something breaks. Last night it did, apparently while I was lying [...]
There’s no way I can tell you when I came into possession of this thing, but perhaps my wife remembers. It may have been in a box of family relics Granny gave me, who knows? But it’s a typical Farr family artifact, because it’s totally plebian: a kitchen fork… I know it belonged to her [...]
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