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An Interview With Tom Paxton

Tom Paxton, who began by playing the streets 22 years ago, is a remarkable folksinger. His songs, numbering in the hundreds, include such popular standards as “Rambling Boy,” “I Can’t Help But Wonder,” and “The Last Thing On My Mind.” They’ve been recorded on his own many albums and on those of Pete Seeger, Arlo Guthrie, Peter, Paul and Mary and Doc Watson.

Essays, Memoirs, and True Stories

The Witch, The Swan, And The Middle Class

These are comments made by Bly at the Great Mother Conference in Ocoee, Tennessee, June 1981. Bly started the Great Mother conferences in 1974 to explore female consciousness, the way of the goddess and the matriarch.

The I That Is We

Human beings possess a reality of inner space that has been all but ignored in Western civilization’s obsessive preoccupation with outer phenomena. Though we are all intuitively aware of the energies beyond the superficial levels of our selves, there is a profound existential fear associated with the journey of self-discovery. Faced with seemingly limitless freedom, we fall back in dismay and opt for a very limited range of experience.

Carolina Basketball

For the past few weeks in Chapel Hill we have gathered in front of our television sets to watch the Carolina basketball team move steadily through the NCAA tournament, game by game, winning them all, never with any great ease but always looking like the team everyone of us wanted: disciplined but unpredictable, talented beyond legitimate expectation but not overly-talented like a “bought” team, as good at defense as offense, and most important of all (at least for the fan), a team which in its combined personality embodied all the complex and contradictory elements of our own personalities. I mean, whoever we are sometimes, they were too. Isn’t this, after all, what most of the great teams have in common, not only that they win but that their winning comes to serve as a metaphor for our winning? This is where a fan’s heart is truly involved. Who cares about a team which wins too easily? But a team that struggles to final victory, that is as capable of losing as we are and for all the same reasons — laziness, lack of concentration, failure to do the right thing at the right time — but which nevertheless, unlike all the other teams of similar talent, manages to win a national championship; why, that is a great team, even a wondrous team. And the victory of such a team always represents more than itself, which is why those of us who love competitive sports will laugh and cry at the game’s end and will remember a well-played, high-stakes game in the same way that we remember a great poem or a novel.



In 1975 I came to love Faye Henry. She was thirty-five years older than I and necessary for my mother, who had no friends at Harvard until she and Faye Henry fell asleep together in the back of “Practicum in Ethnographic Futures Research,” knew they were destined to be friends, and have been ever since.


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Readers Write

My Favorite Time Of Day

Almost any time of day is wonderful; every time is wonderful really, but my favorite time of day is the late afternoon right before the sun goes down. If the day has been clear the afternoon light is golden. It seems as though I can see every blade of grass, every leaf, every piece of bark clearly and distinctly. Colors seem brighter, clearer, as some things get lit up from behind. Often times (always?) the wind has died down too, so that everything is still, and in sharp focus. This is by far my favorite time of day, as I’m almost never up for fresh early mornings. The only other “time of day” which rivals it is when I get my first glimpse of the thinnest new moon.

Judy Goldstein
Durham, North Carolina

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We do not learn only from great minds; we learn from everyone, if only we observe and inquire. I received my greatest lesson in aesthetics from an old man in an Athenian ‘taverna.’ Night after night he sat alone at the same table, drinking his wine with precisely the same movements. I finally asked him why he did this, and he said, “Young man, I first look at my glass to please my eyes, then I take it in my hand to please my hand, then I bring it to my nose to please my nostrils, and I am just about to bring it to my lips when I hear a small voice in my ears, ‘How about me?’ So I tap my glass on the table before I drink from it. I thus please all five senses.”

C.A. Doxiadis

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