4.21.2023 – eyes that often seem

eyes that often seem
capable seeing things not
visible to men

Any sort of disturbance, whether man-made or elemental, is of immense interest to a goose, and geese watch the world through eyes that often seem capable of seeing things not visible to men. I have always envied a goose its look of deep, superior wisdom. I miss the cordiality of geese, the midnight cordiality. And they are the world’s best drinkers, forever at it. —

Postscript to “The Eye of Edna,” April 1962; Points of My Compass, p. 14

Part of the series of Haiku inspired by from In the Words of E. B. White: Quotations from America’s Most Companionable of Writers (2011, Cornell University Press) by Mary White. This book was compiled by Mr. White’s grand daughter and while I am grateful she pulled all these together in one book, I am not sure I don’t consider this cheating.

4.20.2023 – I said to my wife

I said to my wife
think might start taking a piece
of my childhood back

In reading the article, Yes, People Will Pay $27,500 for an Old ʻRockyʼ Tape. Hereʼs Why by David Streitfeld in the New York Times (April 18, 2023), I thought this passage stood out.

I said to my wife, ‘I think I might start collecting tapes,’” Mr. Carlson, 43, said. “I was taking a piece of my childhood back.”

Many others are, too. The stock market, real estate and cryptocurrencies did poorly in 2022, but the global luxury goods market grew 20 percent. People may have had less, but they spent more on fine arts and collectibles that serve no function except to provide pleasure.

The culture is bursting with new material — every day, thousands of new books are published and 100,000 new songs are released on Spotify — but the old stuff offers a sweeter emotional payoff for many. It could be tapes or posters or pictures or comics or coins or sports cards or memorabilia. It might be from their childhood or the childhood they never had, or it might merely express a longing to be anywhere but 2023.

I liked the lines, “People may have had less, but they spent more on fine arts and collectibles that serve no function except to provide pleasure.” and “It might be from their childhood or the childhood they never had, or it might merely express a longing to be anywhere but 2023.

It might be from their childhood or the childhood they never had,

… or it might merely express a longing to be anywhere but 2023.

I work on an Island where one of the big attractions is bike riding.

I do NOT mean cycling.

While there are cyclists on the island with their … interesting … outfits and skinny little bicycles, I am talking about bikes and bike riding.

Bikes and bike riding from like when I was a kid.

Big fat tires.

Big fat seats.

Big fat seats on big fat seats I guess you could say.

No gears.

Back pedal braking.

No helmets.

I watch these people and I ask myself how could they spend all that effort and time and money to get to this island and then torture themselves on one of those bikes.

Then I understood.

The guy who flew in here on his private jet and stayed in his private place on the ocean, drove into town with his wife, parked outside a bike lot and said to his wife, “I am taking a piece of my childhood back”.

It might be from their childhood or the childhood they never had.

It might merely express a longing to be anywhere but 2023.

It would serve no function except to provide pleasure.

And the guy rented a bike.

A bike with big fat tires.

A bike without gears.

A bike with a pedal brake.

And the guy got on the bike, and put his big fat seat on the big fat seat and pedaled off.

He pedaled off without a helmet and felt the breeze in what was left of his hair.

It might merely be a longing to be anywhere but 2023.

It would serve no function except to provide pleasure.

He took a piece of his childhood back.

Put a price on that.

4.19.2021 – uncanny – was like

uncanny – was like
nothing that had ever come
to the world before

It was the miracle God had wrought. And it was patently the sort of thing that could only happen once. Mechanically uncanny, it was like nothing that had ever come to the world before. Flourishing industries rose and fell with it. As a vehicle, it was hard-working, commonplace, heroic; and it often seemed to transmit those qualities to the persons who rode in it.—

“Farewell, My Lovely,” ca. 1936; Essays of E. B. White, p. 162, and Farewell to Model T; From Sea to Shining Sea, pp. 16–17.

Part of the series of Haiku inspired by the book In the Words of E. B. White: Quotations from America’s Most Companionable of Writers (2011, Cornell University Press) by Mary White.

This book was compiled by Mr. White’s grand daughter and while I am grateful she pulled all these together in one book, I am not sure I don’t consider this cheating.