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Complete Short Stories, Vol 2

by D.H. Lawrence

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Sue said: " much obliged to meet a peacock named Joey. see: 'wintry peacock' and other tidy tales here. ...more "

Jan 09, 2008 07:00AM · see review

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Seven Plays

by Sam Shepard

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Sue said: " "The lamb is back in the kitchen in a fence enclosure. Weston is talking to the lamb. "No lamb has had it any better. It’s warm and free of draft, now that I got the new door up. No coyotes. No eagles. Should I tell ya something about eagles? True st "The lamb is back in the kitchen in a fence enclosure. Weston is talking to the lamb. "No lamb has had it any better. It’s warm and free of draft, now that I got the new door up. No coyotes. No eagles. Should I tell ya something about eagles? True story? Once I was out in the fields doing the castrating, it’s not my favorite job. I had maybe dozen-spring ram lambs to do. I had ‘em all gathered up away from the ewes. It was a crisp, bright type a’ morning. Air was real thin and you could see all the way across the pastureland. Frost was still right close to the ground. I was working away when I feel this shadow cross over me. I could feel it even before I saw it take shape on the ground. Huge and black and cold like. I look up; half expecting a buzzard or maybe a red-tail, but what hits me across the eyes is this giant eagle. Now I’m a flyer and I’m used to aeronautics, but this sucker was doin’ some downright suicidal antics. Real low down like he’s coming in for a landing. I watch him for a while then turn back to my work. I do a couple more lambs and the same thing happens. Except he was lower this time. Like I could almost feel his feathers on my back. Then up he went again. I watched him longer this time and I figure out his intentions. He was after those testes. Those fresh little remnants of manlihood. I decided to oblige him and threw a few a’ them on top a’ the shed roof. I just went back to my work again pretending to be preoccupied. I was waitin’ for him this time. I was listening hard and watchin’ the ground for any sign of blackness. Nothing happened for about three more lambs. All of a sudden he comes like a thunder clap. Blam! He’s down on the shed roof with his talons taking half the tar paper with him, wings whippin’ the air, screaming like a bred mare then climbing straight back up into the sky again. I started yellin’ my head off. I don’t know how it was coming outa’ of me but I was standing there with this icy feeling up my backbone and just yelling my fool head off. Cheerin’ for that eagle. I’d never felt like that since my first day I went up in a B-49. Every time I cut a lamb I’d throw those balls up on the shed roof. And every time he’d come down like the Cannonball Express on that roof. And every time I got that feeling." ...more "

Jan 09, 2008 06:54AM · see review

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Joseph Cornell's Theater of the Mind: Selected Diaries, Letters, and Files

by Mary Ann Caws

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Sue said: " found this beaut curiously resting on the poetry shelf of a tiny bookstore in wichita. fate has found: collaged letters, diary entries on the automat, essays and other beautiful wonders and whathaveyous by (and on) joe cornell. "

Jan 09, 2008 06:43AM · see review