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Im/placed: Wild within
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Identities in space and place by John Colman Wood. The Names of Things. Wednesday, June 11, 2014. Today is my late brother Scot’s birthday, and as I usually do on this day I went for a long walk. In past years I’ve taken these walks in remote wilderness areas. But unavoidable commitments made that impossible this year, so I went instead to the Biltmore Estate, which is closer and has several long trails that, if not through wild places, at least give the illusion. I noticed however that the forest beside...
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Im/placed: Correspondence
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Identities in space and place by John Colman Wood. The Names of Things. Wednesday, June 18, 2014. Conversations are inherently unstable. Even old-fashioned correspondences via the post office. John writes Mark a letter. John has given Mark a gift. Mark now owes John a letter. Being a decent fellow, Mark writes and posts a return letter. Now they’re even, don’t you think? Each has given the other something. The slate is clear. But wait. Mark has asked a question. "How are you? We all begin life attached t...
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Im/placed: A touch of bark
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Identities in space and place by John Colman Wood. The Names of Things. Wednesday, December 24, 2014. A touch of bark. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). The title is a displacement of the word "emplaced." It seems to me there ought to be something active about our. As human beings. We are not (or should not be) emplaced as an urn is placed in a niche. We are. My writing - as all writing - plays the edge of fiction and nonfiction, truth and invention. Some postings are excerpts from. The Names of Things.
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Im/placed: It's beginning to look a lot like Christmas...
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Identities in space and place by John Colman Wood. The Names of Things. Friday, December 19, 2014. It's beginning to look a lot like Christmas. We stopped at the farmer’s market on the way home from a hike at Bent Creek and bought a freshly cut Christmas tree. The young fellow at the stand said his family owned a tree farm in Jackson County. He said the tree we chose had been cut that morning. He had a cheek full of tobacco. I never saw him spit. The tree is, I think, a bit of usually-excluded wilderness...
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Im/placed: Folklorist: Space Not Place
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Identities in space and place by John Colman Wood. The Names of Things. Tuesday, May 13, 2014. Folklorist: Space Not Place. On some mornings, the dog and I walk to feel ourselves move. Well, I don’t know about the dog. I suspect it’s true for her. Sometimes she just walks. Doesn’t bother to sniff. I suppose sometimes I walk to lose my mind. Or find it. That’s crazy talk, I know. But walking through space, along streets and lanes, country paths, without aim or destination, is a way of relating. I’ve...
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Im/placed: Events
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Identities in space and place by John Colman Wood. The Names of Things. Lecture, Chautauqua LSC Author Series, Chautauqua Institution, N.Y. August 14, 3:30 pm. Race and place talk, Optimistic Club, Asheville, N.C. June 19, 12:30 pm. Reading and signing, Hendersonville Readers, Hendersonville, N.C. May 28, 1:30 pm. Reading and signing, Lake Lure Books and Bites, Lake Lure, N.C. Jan. 23, Noon. Reading and signing, Blue Ridge Bookfest. Blue Ridge Community College, Flat Rock, N.C. May 18, 10 am. June 6, 4 pm.
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Im/placed: Presence of absence
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Identities in space and place by John Colman Wood. The Names of Things. Thursday, June 26, 2014. One salient experience I have with place is walking my dog. We have several routes, variations on each other. We typically leave the house and turn right, or north, along Pearson Drive. On occasion, when we’re feeling radical, we turn left. These walks, over days, weeks, months, and years, have introduced me to the wider neighborhood. Each walk is at least a mile, several are two or three. The neighborhood is...
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Asheville Walks: July 2008
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Thursday, July 3, 2008. Last Friday, June 27, Zen Sutherland, a photographer, computer wizard, and Asheville observer took me on a stroll through a part of downtown to point out some of its unnoticed public art. Then, when I started. The walk took us south along Lexington to Hiawassee, then left up the hill toward Broadway, but before we got there, we turned right into a tiny alley, which some words scratched into a bit of concrete at the corner identified as "Chicken Alley.". The front doors along Chick...
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Asheville Walks: Zen Walk
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Thursday, July 3, 2008. Last Friday, June 27, Zen Sutherland, a photographer, computer wizard, and Asheville observer took me on a stroll through a part of downtown to point out some of its unnoticed public art. Then, when I started. The walk took us south along Lexington to Hiawassee, then left up the hill toward Broadway, but before we got there, we turned right into a tiny alley, which some words scratched into a bit of concrete at the corner identified as "Chicken Alley.". The front doors along Chick...
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Asheville Walks: May 2008
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Thursday, May 29, 2008. One of our routes:. It seems funny to think but I know my neighborhood, such as I know it, through my dog. Carol and I walk Rita, a black standard poodle, three times a day, and since we like to walk, we see a good bit of Montford and beyond. I say it seems funny that Rita is so central to knowing our neighborhood. I’m not sure why, but it is. Perhaps it is funny that more than half the people we know here we know because of a dog. It makes me realize that people know people ̵...
