
Lubec blue-collar artist Chuck Kniffen created Rosebud, above, and Unicorn, below, from debris found along the shoreline.

You never know what we'll churn up in cleaning a stall

Lubec blue-collar artist Chuck Kniffen created Rosebud, above, and Unicorn, below, from debris found along the shoreline.

That’s the vein the poems in Hamlet: A Village of Gargoyles explores, carving them into dramatic stone, as it were.
The experience may even lead you to revise how you define yourself.
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At the Breakwater.
The poems in this rant aren’t in my usual voice, but they do address today’s political precipice, only from a slightly earlier historical perspective. And yes, that’s scary. Kinda like the Fourth of July fireworks that way.
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Other parts of the world have long had their pilgrimages, but in the United States, when it comes to doing that on foot rather than by car, I’d say the Appalachian Trail tops the list.
The public pathway was conceived in 1921, built by private citizens, and competed in 1937. It officially became the Appalachian National Scenic Trail in 1968.
Here are some other perspectives.
The AT is no longer the only long trail system in America, but it’s still the oldest. To achieve its length combined with Continental Divide Trail (2,700 to 3,150 miles, depending) and Pacific Crest Trail (2,653 miles) is considered the Triple Crown of Hiking in the United States.
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My encounter with Technicians of the Sacred: A range of poems from Africa, America, Asia, and Oceana came about the same time I was taking up yoga in the early ‘70s. This sampler of so-called primitive peoples had a freshness I found stunning. Many of the translations were fragmentary, giving the sense of having just been excavated from an archeological dig. Others reflected my sense of discovery arising from the practice of meditation. These were unlike any poems I had previously encountered, and they altered my writing direction.
Thus, I was immersed in what he called deep image and ethnopoetics before I’d ever heard the terms.
I know it’s not his only book in my library, and I am anticipating looking for the others when we move many of our goods out of storage.
SPICE
SPIKE
As usual, there were kerosene lanterns, which I didn’t attempt to photograph.
And this time, phosphorescence in the water itself. Ditto.

But, as I noted:
unseen, the moon grows more luminus
in night shrinking from day
When it comes to the past few months on the house renovation, there hasn’t been much to show.
Our contractor has been trying to align the removal of the front half of the upstairs to some favorable (meaning dry) weather, and that has been tricky. Plus, he has to line up a crew to participate in the most labor-intensive steps.
The electrical work has been continuing details, ultimately leading to rewiring about everything, including the discovery that the house was not grounded – period. Well, that’s been fixed, and a temporary strip for the main line coming into the house has been installed in preparation for the removal of the front roofline itself.
Then there was some work for other clients, including a new metal roof for the neighbor who recommended him to us. We can’t begrudge him that. A few other jobs were essentially trades in time with the carpenter who has been assisting him here in the bigger stuff. You know, I help you on your projects and then you help me on mine. That makes sense, too.
Oh, yes, and he really did get a well-earned week of family vacation in South Carolina.
Now the scaffolding is in place around the front of the house, gutters have been removed, and other obstacles are cleared away. But the demolition phase had to be delayed a couple of weeks when he discovered that all the dumpsters around here have been reserved nearly a year for the vendors and related events at Eastport’s big Fourth of July and homecoming week festival. We are expecting the dumpster on the fifth or sixth or even the following Monday.
Well, that hiccup did create an opening to remove the rickety ramp and accompanying deck at our back door and to start an enlarged new deck and stairs there. Again, not much to show at the moment unless you want the beginning of a step-by-step instruction manual.
The plumber, meanwhile, has been off in Indiana supervising the piping installation in a new lithium factory. He’s back in town and promises to be on our project next week, to our big relief.
Still, it’s hard to believe we’re 30 weeks into this venture.
