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October 10th, 2014 | 5:00am

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There is a book that, while neither historical nor scientific, stands apart from works of literature, religion and philosophy. Like those works, this book betrays a great deal about the culture in which it appears. Yet it differs from them in at least two respects. First, it can evolve; second, it lacks an author. As James Murray has written, the book “is the creation of no one man, and of no one age; it is a growth that has slowly developed itself down the ages; its beginnings lie far back in times almost pre-historic.”

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October 9th, 2014 | 5:00am

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Your name: Jason Hardung

Current city or town:  Fort Collins, Colorado

How long have you lived here? I moved here from Cheyenne, Wyoming in 2003. Although, some family members have lived here my whole life, so I wasn’t brand new to Ft. Collins. I have been coming here to visit my whole life.


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October 8th, 2014 | 5:00am

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With a respectful snap she beckons. She points to capital letter-less prose. Purple ink. I’s dotted with hearts or stars.  

“Sir, what does it mean ‘What is your tribal name?’”

“She wants to know if you have an Oshiwambo name.” I nod to the girl beside her, Ndilimeke, whose name in English means I am in hand. A name for children of difficult births, who need a mid-wife’s hand to draw them out of the womb.

October 7th, 2014 | 5:00am

Judith Frank is the author of the novel, Crybaby Butch, and a professor of English at Amherst College. She received a B.A. from Hebrew University in Jerusalem and a Ph.D. in English literature and an M.F.A. in creative writing from Cornell. She has been the recipient of a grant from the National Endowment of the Arts, and support from both Yaddo and MacDowell. Marni and Judith spoke online about Judy’s new novel, All I Love and Know, and what it means to write about violence in the context of the Israeli-Palestinian conflict.

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October 6th, 2014 | 5:00am

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In Henry David Thoreau’s essay “Walking” he writes, “Give me a wildness whose glance no civilization can endure.” It is this longing for wildness that drove Thoreau to live and continue to return to Walden pond; to seek out nature whether along rivers, or the seashore, in the Maine woods, or his home town.

But at times Nature complicates Thoreau’s idealism by presenting raw, untamed forcestrue wilderness, rather than just wildnessthat stand in stark contrast to the pastoral that he often evokes in his writing.