Stephen Evans

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Stephen is a playwright and author of The Marriage of True Minds and A Transcendental Journey.

To the New Year

Make no promise.

Fill the heart.

Fill with time

For friends and art.

Fill with hope

In place of fear.

Fill with light

by which to steer.

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Katherine Gregor
Amen to that. Happy New Year.
Sunday, 01 January 2017 17:19
Rosy Cole
Luminous! Limpid! Vital! Looking forward to more of these musings.. And thank you! :-)
Monday, 02 January 2017 10:23
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H. L Mencken on Democracy

In view of recent events, I thought I might try and explain the American electoral process for my friends in other countries. But perhaps Mr. Mencken, another scribe from just up the way in Baltimore, does it better:

"I enjoy democracy immensely. It is incomparably idiotic, and hence incomparably amusing. Does it exalt dunderheads, cowards, trimmers, frauds, cads? Then the pain of seeing them go up is balanced and obliterated by the joy of seeing them come down. Is it inordinately wasteful, extravagant, dishonest? Then so is every other form of government: all alike are enemies to laborious and virtuous men. Is rascality at the very heart of it? Well, we have borne that rascality since 1776, and continue to survive. In the long run, it may turn out that rascality is necessary to human government, and even to civilization itself - that civilization, at bottom, is nothing but a colossal swindle. I do not know: I report only that when the suckers are running well the spectacle is infinitely exhilarating. But I am, it may be, a somewhat malicious man: my sympathies, when it comes to suckers, tend to be coy. What I can't make out is how any man can believe in democracy who feels for and with them, and is pained when they are debauched and made a show of. How can any man be a democrat who is sincerely a democrat?"

(Read the entire entertaining diatribe here: http://xroads.virginia.edu/~drbr/mencken.htm)

I should add that I am not quite so cynical about democracy myself. I still hope for the better, if not the best.

 

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Rosy Cole
But what it all boils down to, I suppose, is the old adage: If we want to see the change, we must be the change.... Read More
Thursday, 17 November 2016 07:54
Stephen Evans
I'm not sure Mencken would see ti that way, but it sounds like a good start to me.
Thursday, 17 November 2016 19:28
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Time and Chance

I returned and saw under the sun that the race is not to the swift, nor the battle to the strong, nor bread to the wise, nor riches to those with knowledge, nor favor to those with skill; but time and chance happen to all.

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Rosy Cole
And there is so much Hope and possibility of renewal and discovery encapsulated in those sentiments... How we embrace the challeng... Read More
Thursday, 10 November 2016 11:16
Stephen Evans
I agree - time to get to work.
Thursday, 10 November 2016 12:53
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The Big Reveal

The leaves are fading fast now, falling in waves and beginning to shower the ground in brown.

 

 

 

The colors are dim this year, I suppose because  the rain was limited. The connection between water and color is a mysterious one, an algorithm I cannot fathom, except to say that just enough, at just the right time, is a condition of brilliance.

 

 

 

But one thing I do appreciate about the leafless trees is the revelation of structure. I have long been fascinated by this, drawn to something elemental in the vision. I wonder why each tree happened to grow in that unique and complex way - what combination of water, wind, heredity and happenstance has led to this specific existential architecture.

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Are any trees identical? Some like aspen are genetically so, since a grove is often really one tree connected at the root level (root suckering it is called). But even so, each aspen sprout seems slightly different, leans left or right, from or to some unknown attractor. 

 

 

My favorites are the trees at night, dark grey trunks and branches barely revealed against the deeper sky. On a clear night, the stars shine between the branches, as though the leaves have been reincarnated as celestial bodies.

 

Maybe that's what winter is for, to drop the veneer and let the heaven show through. 

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Katherine Gregor
I really enjoyed this. I love trees. And I love autumn and winter. It's when I feel renewed, at one with myself and consequentl... Read More
Friday, 28 October 2016 08:18
Stephen Evans
Autumn is one of my favorites too - so much beauty here in Maryland, usually - just not this year. Winter I have to admit has sta... Read More
Saturday, 29 October 2016 03:18
Ken Hartke
Great post The TV weather guys are busy telling us where the best fall colors are. The few Aspens we can see up on the mountain ... Read More
Friday, 28 October 2016 16:29
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I believe his name originally was spelled without the first E. Ah, the days before the iniquity that...
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So true, Rosy. I can really feel that, being 'hustled and swept away into a storyline that doesn't b...
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Rosy Cole Be Secret and Exult
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