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Seven Feet from Easy Street. 8220;this is literature. …a gem in the making.”. 8230;……. 8211; Jack Spring, author of. The Rapture of Darkness. 8220;…sandpaper prose to scrape the cheap paint off your mind…”. 8230;……. 8211; Alan Kaufman, novelist and poet, editor of. The Outlaw Bible of American Literature. 8220;It’s not just the wonderfully vivid writing, the humor. the irony . but a core of decency, sanity and common sense that runs through it all.”. 8230;……. 8211; Bruce Daniels, Editor, Albuquerque Sun.
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Views from a Japanese mountainside. Friday, July 25, 2014. THE CURSES OF YOUNG CROW. Anybody who still believes that crows don’t swear was definitely not in bed with me this morning. I. And in a bird so young! Just confirms my long-held belief that cursing is an elemental drive. Life does have its needs. Posted by Robert Brady. Friday, July 25, 2014. Great post. Im not surprised the crow picked up your cursing. Well never know how far afield our influence on the world goes. Ongoing: The Monsanto Page.
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Views from a Japanese mountainside. Sunday, May 24, 2015. ALONE WITH THE STAIRWAY. Soon after my release from the hospital in February, I visited home for a few hours during the late deeps of winter up here, to get an early start on the domestic personal Everests. Primarily I wanted to scale the escarpment of steps to the distant second floor, my first stairway attempt; it loomed in the subjective mists like the Stairway to Heaven. Endless list of other new tasks to master while my hand and leg are findi...
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Views from a Japanese mountainside. Saturday, May 24, 2014. The rice is all planted, the grandmas are out in the paddies, planting the green shoots by hand in places the machines missed, and likely recalling the unbelievable ago, when entire mountainsides were planted by hand. Out in the same morning, watering some seedling flats, I am inspired with the fragrance of the blooming lilac and swirled into my own past, just standing there; it makes a tree of me. Posted by Robert Brady. Saturday, May 24, 2014.
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Views from a Japanese mountainside. Saturday, May 31, 2014. HOW TO USE A BOOK. That's how it felt when the other day I was wording on the computer, where I now mostly always handle words - workwise, not creativitywise - only now and then eccentrically making notes out in the infrastructural wilds, scribing cursive with pen and ink on paper, like a caveman sparking fire with stones in a cave in winter. My objective, and I found my word, for it had been a common word, not too long ago. Sad and true. Th...
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Views from a Japanese mountainside. Monday, June 15, 2015. WATCHING RAIN ON TELEVISION. I was watching rain on television the other day like a modern person, you can still just slip into that mode sometimes without thinking. At first I didn't realize the bizarrity of the fact, but then it hit me: I was watching rain on television to find out whether it was raining outside. Water falling from the sky on us walking along! Posted by Robert Brady. Monday, June 15, 2015. Forgot to add, missed your writing!
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Views from a Japanese mountainside. Monday, August 04, 2014. Judging by my cucumbers, the monkeys have changed their accounting standard. Back in the glory days, their standard was to crash my garden, snatch and eat whatever they could on the spot or grab whatever they could carry, run a safe distance, eat the haul, come back for more, if any, then keep doing that until it was all gone or I was still throwing rocks. A simple standard, suited to the mountain forest lowlifestyle. Posted by Robert Brady.
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Views from a Japanese mountainside. Friday, July 31, 2015. HOW TO RAISE A HAND. In this instance, a right hand. Then one winter night I was again aroused from deep sleep by a cold right arm and had to pull the blankets up. My left hand was maneuvering the covers with the usual drowsy impatience when all at once, from out of the darkness came a ghostly right hand, emerging slowly from beneath the blanket! And some form of manual pride! Posted by Robert Brady. Friday, July 31, 2015. I dont know if youve ev...
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Views from a Japanese mountainside. Monday, June 09, 2014. JOURNAL ENTRY, December 2007. From my view as material supplier, though the process was slowed by this radical redirection, the new architecture was attractive and functional. When the structure was completed it was getting dark, the plum tree had been trimmed - a little bit, anyway - the mouse was snug in the aptly named Wheelbarrow Mousehouse. And it was time for night. Posted by Robert Brady. Monday, June 09, 2014. Ongoing: The Monsanto Page.
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Views from a Japanese mountainside. Monday, May 26, 2014. GLAD TO BE BACK. I was in LA for an hour or so this morning; glad to be back on a mountainside in rural Japan, I realized, as I stepped out onto the deck into cool air and birdsong, summer green on every side except for the ice blue of the Lake down there, dotted with green islands beneath tomorrow’s LA sky. A little bit of the traveler’s singular homesickness left me. As the Missing Persons. Still sing so well), it all had that daytime noir.