Friday, January 26, 2018

Remembering Edmond Caldwell: הַלְלוּיָהּ

for E & L, & for all who loved him

Not Heat Flames Up and Consumes.

Not head flames up and consumes,
Not sea-waves hurry in and out,
Not the air delicious and dry, the air of ripe summer, bears lightly along white down-balls of myriads
of seeds
Wafted, sailing gracefully, to drop where they may;
Not these, O none of these more than the flames of me, consuming, burning for his love whom I love,
O none more than I hurrying in and out;
Does the tide hurry, seeking something, and never give up? O I the same
O nor down-balls nor perfumes, nor the high rain-emitting clouds, are borne through the open air,
Any more than my soul is borne through the open air,
Wafted in all directions, O love, for friendship, for you.

Tuesday, January 2, 2018

Polemos / Polis

For EC 1961-2017

Required reading here.

Edmond Caldwell's still relevant essay: "Press Release for a Dirty Bomb."

And a follow up here.

One City One Story asks "How does the familiar setting of Boston make you think differently about this story? Did it make it easier to connect to the characters?"

Excerpt from Edmond Caldwell's Human Wishes / Enemy Combatant:

"Once upon a time, there was—Or wait, since we're doing this, let's do it right, in the manner of a Palestinian village storyteller: There was, or there was not, in the oldness of time...a town called Lydda, or al-Lyd, standing in the plains between Palestine's coastal lowlands and the hills of the interior..." (161).