Boom and echo . . .

Tuesday, August 5, 2025. It's Tiw's day . . . and a warming trend settles into TulseyTown beginning today. Easy Southerlies, bright sun with only a few clouds. 90's. In other familiar words, August in Okieland.

Creativity is not an act of knowing. It's an act of discovery. That's why 2nd drafts (and more) are part of the process. So, too, editing.

“If you want your children to be intelligent, read them fairy tales. If you want them to be very intelligent, read them more fairy tales.” – Einstein, from anecdotal accounts, most notably a recollection by Dr. János Plesch, a physician and friend of Einstein’s. (from ChatGTP).

Fairy tales are above all in service of life’s most difficult, most unfinishable task — knowing who we are and what we want. – Maria Popova, The Marginalian.

“Particulars” seem to most open us up to universals, which is what poets have always understood. – Fr. Richard Rohr, Meditations, The Center for Action and Contemplation, 8.5.25

Birthdays

Wendell Berry turns 91 today. The novelist, poet, essayist, environmental activist, cultural critic, and farmer was born in 1934 Port Royal, Kentucky.

The great French short-story writer, Guy de Maupassant, was born on this day in 1850 Normandy, France.

It’s the birthdate of John Huston. The prolfic motion-picture director, writer, and actor was born in 1906, Nevada, Missouri.

The first man to set foot on the Moon, Neil Armstrong, was born today in 1930 Wapakoneta, Ohio.

“No man chooses evil because it is evil; he mistakes it for happiness.” – Mary Wollstonecraft, A Vindication of the Rights of Men

The first of several Nuclear Test-Ban Treaties, was signed on this day in 1963 Moscow

The word “Echo” tells us that whatever we give to the world, will be returned to us. – David Whyte

Upon Receiving the Gift of a Handmade Box

[…]

My friend worked for days on the box,

measuring and cutting.

[…]

A whipporwill paused mid-call.

[…]

Who has heard the songs and not held out hope.

Who has wanted something only for

another – only that a burden be lifted,

that a stranger, or creature survive?

Joanna Klink, “Upon Receiving the Gift of a Handmade Box” in Poetry, July/August 2026.

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