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From Cynda

A walking journey along the Appalachian Trail. By turns hilarious and serious, along with doing a great job of evoking the feeling of long hikes. Times flies — the particular journey took place nearly 25 years ago.
From John D

Route 66 Still Kicks: Driving America's Main Street
A Walk in the Woods: Rediscovering America on the Appalachian Trail

I have something to share regarding your excellent comments above...but I have to do it later today after a day's worth of barn work.
Late in your post I see you explain why that last book of Bloom's was rated so low. Glad to know that.

Hi John-- That's a fun little detail about choosing editions. Carol recently posted a book that I moved through all the editions before finding a non-French edition. Sometimes a Kindle edition pulls up, and I try to make sure I have the print edition since I do not use Kindle. But, my choices are not informed by anything as whimsical and color oriented as your choices are. :)

Do add both. Some of our readers use smartphones the GR app on those devices, as John says, just doesn't work well if its just the image.
Thanks.
Larry"
Hello Carol:
Yes, if possible please add both or the direct link without cover, because just the cover does not work well for folks who use their phones. I go back and forth between my phone and the laptop all day long... Phone when I am working down at barn, and laptop when up at house. I hope this helps.

What if you read through a poem, and upon first read- it makes no sense at all--what do you do? Do you do more , if the poet is famous?

Would we call it post-modern?
Billy Collins's work gives me a deep smile. I like this poem because it covers so many possibilities-- could fish, but really fishing isn't what I do, here's what I do, and wow check out that alert rabbit- it's likely to jump off the canvas! Really fun, creative whimsical... very nice...

Hi Cynda - I have added the Travel Journey folder. I will let Larry deal with the womens' threads. I'm not sure how to handle that complexity.
One of the things we are finding - if we have lots and lots of subcategories, it makes the lists so long- many topics will begin to be covered requiring folks to always have to scroll and work for finding the hidden areas. We are still looking at the categories and exploring ways to organize most clearly...



Does anyone know of a book like this? I am not sure where to even begin, but I would think it was out there--preferable written by an Independent. :) Kidding.

https://www.newyorker.com/culture/202...
will you try something new in 2021?
I will try a Tim McGraw album and also the new Bob Dylan.

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I've now read more about this poem, but my first response was an appreciation for it raw physical power and the sense of vastness (like the ocean) and movement. Many images I find compelling even without looking at the Biblical references.
Leviathan
This is the black sea-brute bulling through wave-wrack,
Ancient as ocean's shifting hills, who in sea-toils
Travelling, who furrowing the salt acres
Heavily, his wake hoary behind him,
Shoulders spouting, the fist of his forehead
Over wastes gray-green crashing, among horses unbroken
From bellowing fields, past bone-wreck of vessels,
Tide-ruin, wash of lost bodies bobbing
No longer sought for, and islands of ice gleaming,
Who ravening the rank flood, wave-marshalling,
Overmastering the dark sea-marches, finds home
And harvest. Frightening to foolhardiest
Mariners, his size were difficult to describe:
The hulk of him is like hills heaving,
Dark, yet as crags of drift-ice, crowns cracking in thunder,
Like land's self by night black-looming, surf churning and trailing
Along his shores' rushing, shoal-water boding
About the dark of his jaws; and who should moor at his edge
And fare on afoot would find gates of no gardens,
But the hill of dark underfoot diving,
Closing overhead, the cold deep, and drowning.
He is called Leviathan, and named for rolling,
First created he was of all creatures,
He has held Jonah three days and nights,
He is that curling serpent that in ocean is,
Sea-fright he is, and the shadow under the earth.
Days there are, nonetheless, when he lies
Like an angel, although a lost angel
On the waste's unease, no eye of man moving,
Bird hovering, fish flashing, creature whatever
Who after him came to herit earth's emptiness.
Froth at flanks seething soothes to stillness,
Waits; with one eye he watches
Dark of night sinking last, with one eye dayrise
As at first over foaming pastures. He makes no cry
Though that light is a breath. The sea curling,
Star-climbed, wind-combed, cumbered with itself still
As at first it was, is the hand not yet contented
Of the Creator. And he waits for the world to begin.

I like Jon Meacham's works, and this book is quite good. I am still formulating how I view it. It seems to be about challenges to democracy and how democracy has survived since the Republic was founded. So, far most of the American presidents are covered in relationship to their instilling of hope versus their efforts to tear down democratic institutions. Some of the history is very familiar to me, but there is enough new angle regarding how hope works in America that I am sticking with it. Plus the KKK is covered in detail and gives me much to reflect on. A lot going on in this book- a lot to think about.
You'll see there have been significant threats to democracy before--even attempts at coups, anarchy... terrifically helpful perspective in regards our present time in American government.

Thank you. I need to read Don Juan; it's on my list. I am glad you gave me some more details about longer poems. I agree about Wallace Stevens as I can speak to his work. I think it is much more difficult to unpack his longer works versus his shorter works. I was reading recently that Wallace Stevens is considered a Modern Era (1901- 1945) poet, and that his work (and the others like Pound, Eliot, Yeats...) is characterized by layers of symbols versus meaning communicated directly, and that this is also what made poetry really daunting for many to read.

That's an excellent follow up for Orwell's Burmese Days, which I have read and liked very well. Someone might benefit from checking them both out...

From the Land of Green Ghosts: A Burmese Odyssey
Excellent.

Moved from another thread by Sher -- this is John D's post