In Which the Magpie Takes to the Field
De Maria’s field of lightning . . . Thoreau’s “botany boxes” . . . James Schuyler’s salute to the past
At the Lightning FieldThe Lightning Field
Bhagavad Gita“This Ever New Self: Thoreau and His Journal.”
You can see his journals, too, although the handwriting is so fine that one might need a magnifying glass to read any of the pages. Here is a typical spread.
The Lightning Field
Now that’s just a ridiculous metaphor, the impossibility of, Eurydice, blah blah
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