491 100 60584 https://digital.lib.buffalo.edu/files/original/eaab5874182c023375d11438050d39ed.pdf 5b056779f1ed457a8d35a42a0d3b89e6 PDF Text Text redwind daylong daylong �other book s by gail sher Prose The Intuitive Writer: Listening to Your Own Voice (Penguin 2002) One Continuous Mistake: Four Noble Truths for Writers (Penguin 1999) From a Baker’s Kitchen • (Aris Books 1984) Poetry Birds of Celtic Twilight: A Novel in Verse (Night Crane Press 2004) Look at that Dog all Dressed Out in Plum Blossoms (Night Crane Press 2002) Moon of the Swaying Buds • (EdgeWork 2002) Lines: The Life of a Laysan Albatross • Fifty Jigsawed Bones • Saffron Wings • (Night Crane Press 1999) (Night Crane Press 1998) One Bug . . . one mouth . . . snap! • Marginalia • La • (Night Crane Press 1997) (Rodent Press 1997) (Rodent Press 1997) Like a Crane at Night • Kuklos • Cops • (Night Crane Press 2000) (Night Crane Press 1996) (Paradigm Press 1995) (Little Dinosaur 1988) Broke Aide • (Burning Deck 1985) Rouge to Beak Having Me (Moving Letters Press 1983) (As) on things which (headpiece) touches the Moslem (Square Zero Editions 1982) From Another Point of View the Woman Seems to be Resting (Trike Press 1981) �redwind daylong daylong Gail Sher Q night crane press 2004 �Copyright 2004, Gail Sher All rights reserved. Night Crane Press, 1500 Park Avenue, Suite 435 Emeryville, California 94608 www.gailsher.com Cover art: Gail Sher No part of this publication may be reproduced or transmitted in any form or by any means electronic or mechanical, including photocopy, recording, or any information storage and retrieval system, without permission in writing from the copyright owner and the publisher. ISBN: 0-9726115-2-5 �For Brendan ��book one ��The Painter’s oils were flat The painter’s oils were flat. Single-toned except for the dribble down the linen’s periphery. Sometimes it soaked in. Or left wedges of naked cloth. Sometimes little globs of color piled up in one spot. Within the canvas, the crosshatch of opaque/transparent sections, like windows on clay or brownstone yellow. Caressing the color or the movement of the color, framed or gathered up. A woman will emerge at the edge of a skirt. Not the woman but her emergence is what the brush captures. ❍ A gust of chirp. First light flickered through the trees and onto the drenched pavement. “It must have rained during the night,” she’d thought, surprised, tiptoeing over the courtyard’s shallow puddles. 3 �Her pleasant dream resurged. Woodwinds, pianos, violas, bassoons — in what had once been a rather large, shabby room with Formica tables and linoleum floors. Reaching toward the dream . . . slipping back . . . toward the color of hay. Her urge toward this color, its precise, crisp (nay brittle) mix of yellow, brown and green. What did it hold, she wondered. 4 �Black sky and whirling flares Black sky and whirling flares tailgated her — some place. Should she stop here? There was nowhere else, but “here” seemed like it was still road. She slowed down. Her hands trembled in the spinning lights. New sun oozed its way over slimy land-fill water. Mount Tam yawned like a cat behind the Golden Gate. The previous day, as she’d gotten out of her car, a sable cat, comfortably curled on a neighboring hood, had stared her down. “What’s he doing here?” she’d found herself wondering. She imagined some scenario where the owners had run back to their apartment for a moment, but when she’d thought about it, it made no sense. They would have left it inside the car. Still, the cat seemed settled, not about to budge. Slowly the tears formed. 5 �Wind howled and pellets of rain Wind howled and pellets of rain — bop bop bop. The world was black. Her neighbor’s light, off. She lay still. The window above her bed was partially raised. Sheer curtains fluttered, then poofed crazily over her head. Shrill wind sounded like a cat. Spray, first a film then driblets down her neck and onto her sheet. Wind, aired out, smelled clean as it poured mistlike through the slot in the dark glass. Then it pooled and felt sloshy. The front part of her room faced a quiet street. She rarely pulled the blinds. An evergreen had blown across one of the windows. From her bed it resembled a (huddled) homeless person. Just then she heard a cat. A real cat. Pink light from a street lamp distilled its way through the storm. A pack of dogs was pacing under it, lurking, carousing, sniffing. One sharp nerve panted its way over two front lawns. The floorboards creaked. “The old woman is restless,” she thought, helpless to even think of assisting her. 6 �The four children “The four children playing twenty questions downstairs in the children’s room could be heard clearly on the second floor.” Such was the opening sentence of (in her opinion) a way-too short story. The quickest child turned out to be the youngest, a second-grader, who correctly guessed the word “raindrops” from four hints. The precocious boy’s mother was insisting that the neighbor’s child (the child who asked “Does it sound like — drip drip drip?”) had clearly known the answer and “let” her child win. “If rain makes noise, it’s raindrops,” she’d said. “That’s not true. The sound of rain and the sound of raindrops aren’t the same,” retorted a supporter of the second-grader — not his mother — who, it turned out, was, to begin with, embarrassed by her other (older) child’s choice of the unpleasant word “raindrops.” She felt that the neighbor’s youngster, knowing that her boy (when leader) always picked unpleasant words, would easily have guessed “raindrops.” It was obvious to her, and therefore doubly humiliating, that he had more or less “given” her little one the glory of winning. The squabbling of the children plus the symbolic distances of both the parental eavesdropping and subsequent commentary, duplicated later in their 7 �own marital squabbles and distances, fascinated her. But the real hold, what carried over to the next day and even the next, was the author’s unequivocal distinction between the sound of rain and the sound of raindrops. Of course it was so, but she had never thought about it. “Well, that isn’t entirely true,” she thought, now that she was thinking about it. Quite often, especially at the junctures of the day — dawn, dusk, midnight — she found herself particularly relishing the multi-layered — “screened”? — sounds of gushing rain, the whoosh of it, against the weighty drip drip drip from the eaves. She would actually stop work, close her eyes and listen. Could “raindrops” (the word) be ugly? (She had been reading a translation.) 8 �Kawabata’s fifty-ninth birthday Kawabata’s fifty-ninth birthday had been only a month away when the collection of stories was published. That was her age now, she thought, unsure of the import. The story, entitled “This Country, That Country” was the byline of an article featuring England’s Princess Margaret who apparently had changed her mind about her betrothal to Group Captain Townshend. Four years previous (while visiting Balmoral) the lovers had hoisted a stone onto a mound of similar stones, publicly acknowledging their feelings. The article showed a picture of the very mound in question. The journalist made the point that while it was impossible to tell which stone the Princess and Group Captain Townshend had added to the pile, since none looked as though the Princess alone could have lifted it, they must have lifted it together. When reading the article, Takako, Kawabata’s heroine, had tried to picture the Princess as she would have looked hoisting the stone onto the mound in tandem with the Group Captain, but the image that came was simply an image. Whereas the previous day Takako had felt sorry for the Princess (who was forced by church law and royal custom to abandon her beloved) that 9 �feeling was now gone. Her empathy itself seemed like a foreign story. That an image which one day earlier had held this person enthralled was today simply an image — that the empathy she had felt (not hard to imagine feeling for one pushed to such an extreme) had evaporated — the accuracy of the depiction jolted her. 10 �Rich night air Rich night air, liquid air, soft and bubbly (champagne air). Soon it would be morning air. The memory of that other air, close to morning, but not as close. Funny how a few hours made such a difference. That other air had stars. So numerous their ring echoed through the mountain valley. Indeed you could smell them. They lay at your feet throbbing. ❍ Snails and roots. The dug earth exuding, breathing a calliope of themselves. She had belonged. Home was here, though she knew nothing about the land. Gushy mud. Slobbery and clay-filled. The wetness had oozed its way inside, soiling her. (The mold as she dried.) Be sleeping in it. Upright, though not at first. Upright walking and at first seeming-to-be. But that was not the night’s fault. The shiny stars would have held her had she been weightless. Gooey mud was burdensome in addition to being black, skulking. 11 �So what was the dread? Why did she fear the black part of day? ❍ A lamp draws to it night. A collection of lamps, night and the smells of night-pushing-on-toward-morning and light and morning-sounds already throbbing. Making things. (A policy helps. “I will do this under these circumstances.”) That other air held policies out. “Here,” it said. Here she felt none of that. 12 �The rain had stopped The rain had stopped. She plumped her pillows and lay back. “It must be a new moon,” she thought. Not a shred of light in the sky. A wave of anxiety pulsed through her body then lodged in her abdomen and inner arms. Like a short, its afterbuzz a limp shivering splattering through her being. Was she worried about something? She couldn’t tell, which was odd. She ran through the gamut of her potential worries. “Moon or not, my mind howls,” she thought picturing a coyote’s throat, curved and taut beside a cactus. Once she’d found a pelt. It was warm as if a hunter had recently skinned it. When she’d taken it to be cleaned, the proprietor had said, “It’s coyote. I’m sure of it.” The skin had been cream-colored with beautiful brown spots. Strange. She had always pictured coyotes as gray, light wolf-gray. 13 �A gloomy day “A gloomy day,” she thought, brushing her skin in its quiet light. She opened the window to a moil of birds, peeping, screeching. Sun spilled through the vines. She shut her eyes, tracing the flickers through the flesh of her closed lids. Dawn clung to its last full flush, gleaming brilliant light. Nothing was in her mind. She wasn’t even sure what drew her to the window. Earlier she had pulled her car into the garage. Following its rising gate, she’d caught sight of a woman partially behind a curtain. She had felt the woman’s eyes drilling into her features, porcelain pupils in the pre-dawn shadows. “It’s good to brush your skin,” a polarity therapist had told her. Recently, a massage therapist had told her the same thing. Victorian women brushed their skin. “And they were famous for their glowing skin!” the therapist had exclaimed, pointing to the places she had not brushed carefully enough. She herself couldn’t tell. She’d started brushing because it felt good. Her limbs tingled. “They’re smiling,” she thought. 14 �“Animals love to be brushed,” the massage therapist continued, but when she’d pushed for a reason, she simply got, “It makes their skin happy.” Had the therapist tried to explain it scientifically, she probably wouldn’t have paid attention. As it was, her answer had instantly seemed right. Ever since, she’d brushed her skin first thing in the morning. She vividly recalled the day her polarity therapist had said, “You should brush your skin.” She’d felt bewildered and mistrustful. “Why?” she’d thought. “What good would it do?” Her belief had been that though it may be beneficial, it wasn’t worth the effort. Even as he talked, inside she knew she wouldn’t do it. Indeed, she’d forgotten about his suggestion until now. Lately, she has become aware of this mistrustful side to her nature. Having thought of herself as erring on the naïve side, it came as a shock. Sure enough, she watched herself mentally be quite stern with an acupuncturist who was running late. Only an accident prevented her from expressing her annoyance. The acupuncturist had been highly recommended by a person she respected. “He mostly treats lamas and other spiritually developed beings,” the person 15 �later remarked. Right then she’d felt her position change. Probably she had not brushed her skin because she hadn’t trusted the polarity therapist. “What does he know?” is closer to what she’d thought. All these years she hadn’t admitted it. 16 �A full moon dripped A full moon dripped through the gray-green dawn. She lay still, enjoying the warmth (it was just beginning to graze her room) and intense quiet. A part of her loved waking with the light, with the birds and early morning sounds. An equally strong part preferred puttering about in utter darkness. “I almost forgot about blue sky,” she heard herself murmur, glancing at a portion through the trees. An inexplicable tiredness had crept back into her body. She wondered what kind of day it would be. (There had been drops on her window earlier but then they had stopped.) And what was this resistance that kept coming up, the nagging, a tangible depression in her heart? ❍ The odd leftovers from her dream . . . the cap of a woman pianist and Tibetan hat of a bass player. Her grandfather had been rummaging through her closet, its numerous wire drawers full of nightgowns and house dresses. He couldn’t find what he wanted and seemed displeased with her, as if her choices had been wrong. 17 �He chose something pink, very short, with no bottom. When her grandmother had remarked, he shushed her in a manner that said, “I can’t be bothered to explain the obvious to you.” She lay there recalling the disgruntled face of her grandfather. ❍ Whiskers was the word that came to mind. Perhaps because he was short. (His gray and white scratchylooking hair.) So that her impression was of rather a gruff person. That had been confirmed once, over the phone, when, to her surprise (she had asked that his shop make a small adjustment in its routine) he began screaming at her and slammed down the receiver. Yet examining his collection of carved rosewood animals — turtle, snake, rhinoceros, porpoise, rabbit, albatross — buttery and gleaming — something clean filled her chest. “They’re not for sale,” his tall wife (her woolen trousers also scratchy-looking) offered. Though she admired them, she wouldn’t want to “own” one, “owning” implying an emotional 18 �investment. At her age she needed not to overwhelm her heart. She guessed his wife was Scandinavian, probably Swedish, since the shop serviced Swedish cars. She seemed wholesome or that in her youth she had been. 19 �Blue “Blue! Are they really blue?” She had never heard of blue tulips. It was exceedingly early in the year, even for the precocious tulip. She looked more carefully at the four small stems. One of the heads was opening. Sure enough it was blue. Or sort of blue-violet. The pot stood on a wheelable reading stand, a segment of which tilted. A person wanting to read could adjust her book at just the right angle, while still having tea and some writing utensils, let’s say, at her fingertips. Or one could simply station the cart alongside one’s chair. For awhile now, it had stood in front of a window next to a chaise lounge. Soft morning light beamed in through the blinds. Several days earlier she had placed a pot of clamorous red tulips on the dining room table. Their yellow centers had been shedding and some of the petals looked loose. ❍ And now that the flowers were falling, the black earth in the grove’s shadow looked white. 20 �So that when she passed through the garden, hours before dawn, the vista was ghostlike. Four small, softly curved petals flared out on the sod. Their stamens were long. “They look like they’re stretching,” she thought as she bent over to examine the blossoms. Some stuck together in little piles. Others formed a cross. “When had they started to fall?” Strange that she couldn’t remember. They hadn’t accumulated. Though dozens fell, they seemed to simply melt. She wondered if it happened this way every year only she forgot. These gorgeous flowers bloomed and fell on the periphery of her mind. ❍ Mist cowed the sky, the grass, the creepers and, seemingly, the old man. At 5:00 a.m. most of the residents were asleep. “What could he be doing?” she asked herself as she softly said, “Good morning.” Hadn’t she heard that he was unwell or becoming unwell? “How does one become unwell?” she wondered as it registered that he had been alone, disheveled, wearing only undershorts. High beams hardly helped. “It’s only vapor,” she said aloud, rolling out of the drive. It felt like molasses. 21 �Slow birds swinging low, then soaring upwards toward the navy light. She scanned the rear-view mirror. The last time, just as she’d approached the tunnel, someone had cut her off, almost causing an accident. ❍ Not a beer belly. Which is hard. Like an accessory or lump. No. The mist’s billows were more like the soft rolls of a fat man’s stomach, tubular and large as they flair from the groin. Fog was thick all over the city. “HEAVY MIST ON BRIDGE” flashed in neon on the beltway. Even so, traffic flowed smoothly. She’d glanced up at the sky. Tremulous smoke spewed from — she’d thought a building, but nothing was burning. No sirens, no flames. “What could it be?” she murmured to herself. She had never seen fog so boisterous. Fog developed throughout much of the San Francisco Bay region Sunday night and has continued into the Monday morning commute hours. Visibilities of 1/4 mile or less have been reported at several locations. Areas of dense fog are expected to continue through about 10 A.M. this morning. 22 �Visibility in fog can suddenly drop to near zero making traveling hazardous at any speed. Be prepared for sudden visibility changes. Drivers should use low beam headlights and allow extra time to reach their destination. The newspapers were covered. Except in the higher wind-sheltered valleys, fog prevailed across the bay. Listening carefully she could hear the shriveled berries from her neighbor’s hollies rolling around the driveway. She nestled into her robe, scrunching her feet in a woolen throw. “Strange. I missed the whole thing!” That morning she had gotten up before dawn and driven straight through the fog bank. Of course she had noticed damp, eerie, highly volatile mounds, but she had just assumed that that was the way it always was. Lights from other cars had made the lanes easy enough to see. She would never have guessed that the situation was building to a crisis. 23 �The sun cup “The sun cup,” said the writer, “is in the eveningprimrose family. Sprawled flat on the ground in a rosette of leaves, it is among the earliest flowers of spring.” She had been reading the bulletin while standing in a post office line. A Monarch, a swallowtail, a bumblebee and big black beetle hovered around a feather. “Only on the coast from southwest Oregon to San Luis Obispo, and only where soil, sun and moisture mix in perfect sun-cup combination has this flower been able to survive, “ the botanist continued. While its yellow petals glow, its seeds lie buried in a sturdy capsule. ❍ She peered out at the new grass. “The hill is awake! Or beginning to awaken,” she corrected herself. It had been dead for a long time. Soft breeze. Mudflats and the birds of the mudflats, their smell so fresh and distinctly springlike. A Monarch flapped around a tree. Will the eucalyptus last? She’d read that they, along with three kinds of ivy, threatened the hill’s rich oak forest. 24 �Rapacious thornless blackberry vines threatened the willows along the creek. If residents cut them just before blossoming, the plants would “lose heart,” the bulletin had stressed. Their rallying-power was limited and concerned citizens needed to capitalize on that weakness if they wanted to save their rare orchids and Nootka roses, for example. Out of 134 native plants (including 2 orchids, 3 different roses and 7 kinds of fern), 8 may have already disappeared and several others had only a few remaining specimens. She was worried about “her” hill — its flower-filled meadows, thickets and tree-lined riparian corridors. She lay back. A virile pinaceous scent of the sweet trees lining her drive plus the fragrant flowering wild white Pink wafted through her window. From a distance the meadow looked patched with snow. 25 �A few drops A few drops splashed against the glass. The weatherman said rain and here it was. A slight breeze had, a few hours earlier, carried the smell of spring. Darkening sky and now a full-fledged downpour brought the season home. One bird chirped. A moan almost. Had she heard it before? It seemed to be coming from her bushes. ❍ Her dream in the turbulent night, sprawled, under sea, though the sea was housed. Its mansions covered blocks, rolling hills, flowered valleys, tree-lined slopes. Water-full rooms themselves held aquariums — odd little coral fish with lacy serene bodies. Human inhabitants, one or two. All care-takers of sorts. All silent. She, a guest, drifted across the august grounds. A cruel wind blew. Gray fungus, like drooping beards, and creepers recondite in the native forest. The air was filled with the scent of plants. ❍ Dawn’s pale light eased over the carpet. Bitter air blew across the hill, puffed the faded jacket of an old Chinese 26 �woman. She looked sad. And terribly foreign. Black cap, bangs, but too old for bangs. Too heavy. (Her lumbered stride.) The dove’s moan lingered, beyond the eaves, above the shrieks of coarser appetites. The buzzing she’d been feeling in the center of her forehead, for days unassailable, now gone. A distant shower, its blue slanting streak, arose far away, across the horizon. Her dark eyes scanned the sea and the bare trunks of trees. ❍ “We have ants in our kitchen,” groused a young Japanese mother to her condominium’s manager, a surly man, with few “people skills.” He passed her on to Mrs. King. Mrs. King was president of the Homeowner’s Association. Monthly meetings were optional, but, unfortunately for the mother, it was here that quotidian concerns found their rightful airing. Overhearing this, her mind, for no reason at all, leapt to someone who, when asked what he “did,” answered that he worked in advertising. While technically this was true, his real job was sales rep. He made the round of drug stores and pharmaceuticals introducing 27 �pharmacists to new brands of medicines. Since the average person had little information when it came to selecting the right antihistamine, for example, clerks were often solicited for a recommendation. Clerks knew what their sales rep told them. This man’s job was to sweet talk clerks. 28 �On the fourth floor On the fourth floor was a sunny room with plants and women sleeping. On sofas, on rugs, in armchairs, in hammocks. The center provided this space explicitly for rest. Women are tired, they’d said. ❍ A cool breeze sloughed its way through the late August afternoon. “Go on. Get up. Get on with you now,” (urged its unforgiving mother). It limped along. Not quite ready. A young breeze. Her young nasturtiums likewise were toppling. Once they had sprouted they shot up strong, a little belligerent, jockeying their way toward the sun. First one fell. Now the other six were cowing. “The thought of flowers weighs them down,” she persuaded herself. She bent over the pot where seven days before she had planted seven seeds. “Germination takes eight days,” the package had said. She had wondered how it could be so exact. She had bought the seeds after reading an article on nasturtiums featuring many wildly-colored examples. “What stunning flowers!” she had thought. As a child she had not liked nasturtiums. Before she’d read the article, she’d considered them a nuisance. 29 �“I’ll take these,” she’d said selecting a small bag of gourmet-looking pellets. Her excitement was uncharacteristic. It was also uncharacteristic for her to choose seeds over seedlings. Skinny stems, snappy petals, billowy leaves straggling over the clay pot’s edge. The directions had said, “Do not feed for flusher flowering.” “Good,” she thought. “They want neglect.” “Annuals.” It meant they would bloom and die. But she couldn’t picture it. More likely they’d bloom, die out for the season, then rebloom the next spring. “But that’s what ‘perennials’ do!” she blushed. ❍ She gazed across her room. From the window rose the sound of wheels bumping against the courtyard path. “Mail time,” she thought, glancing at her watch. It was almost six. “Six is like tomorrow!” she inwardly screamed. From the time she’d moved in, delivery had been an irritant. But she was tired of getting upset. She had dutifully filed a complaint with the city’s postal service. A very slow man had recorded all the minutiae and assigned her a case number. That was months before. 30 �Her thoughts veered to another incident, which (like the mail) had excessively affected her. At the home of a friend she had seen a rectangular bottle plugged with a large cork. “Czechoslovakian cut glass,” her friend had said, empathizing with her visitor’s awe. Its distinctive emerald shade was impossible to duplicate. However, it wasn’t just the color, though its luster and clarity were certainly unusual. Each of the glass’s tiny indentations had acted as a mirror. When light reflected off of them, especially soft late-afternoon light, a trajectory of objects (in varying sizes and intensity) had gleamed through its prisms. A cigarette lighter, for example, swaggered in glowing curvatures as its black engraved initials danced hula-like through the dust-filled living room air. Looking at it from the viewpoint of her velvet chair, she had felt a surge of energy well up. ❍ Reading The Sound of the Mountains by the Japanese novelist Yasunari Kawabata had brought to her attention the fact that she was more impressionable than she’d thought. The degree to which the characters in the book wrestled inside her — for days a part of her consciousness remained absorbed and distracted — 31 �was quite alarming. Shingo, for example, age 62, around whom the story revolved, held the image of a girl, now dead, to whom he was attracted in his youth, closer to his heart than the members of the family he had borne by marrying her considerably less handsome sister. As a result of his passivity, the marriages of both his children were flawed. Even now, as head of the family, he ought to intervene on their behalf, yet time goes by and he does nothing. As wanton acts of his grandchildren caused the death or near death of others, his own part in it shocked and immobilized him. The cumulative effect, for example, of his preference for his son, out and out favoring him over his disappointingly homely daughter, pointed an accusing finger toward him, Shingo, in the lunatic behavior of his daughter’s even homelier offspring. This understanding arose not so much as a thought as a gradual accretion whittling away at his conscience. For days now, like Shingo, she had felt a mounting disparity between her actions and her confidence. Repercussions of one’s smallest deed she realized (and can an interchange with another ever he considered small?) reverberate to infinity. There is only one opportunity to exert control and that is over the initial idea. One must be vigilant about one’s state of mind and she wondered if she had the energy. “Merely thinking these things 32 �does nothing,” she muttered out loud as she straightened the house, fluffing the pillows and emptying the wastebaskets. “That is precisely what Shingo does!” ❍ “The way the human beings carry out each others’ unconscious lives can be staggering,” she mused as she toted a rather light load of groceries home from the grocery store. “Shuichi, for example, newly married to sweet and lovely Kikuko, blatantly goes out on her. Meanwhile, his father, scrupulous even in his dreams about remaining faithful to his homely wife, has longed for her sister who died at the peak of intense, and for Shingo compelling, beauty. It was the sister he had wanted to marry and one supposes that it was the gesture to remain connected with her that after her death he married her less attractive sibling. Even the memories of her that he and Yasuko share, Shingo remains silent about. Thus he presents himself as someone who long ago cared whereas in truth the image of Yasuko’s beautiful sister is rarely far from his mind. Was it on the altar of the palpable though well-manicured passion of the father that the son sacrificed the fidelity of his own marriage vows, not really understanding this, not really choosing, and not really being chastised by his father who on some level ‘got’ that this was an enactment of his own unfinished emotional business, however inept 33 �and aborted? Kinu, the other woman, of lower class and education, exacted the greatest authority. Helpless though she was to change the misguided circumstances of her husband’s death, when it came to Shuichi she was pretty much the master, at times flagrantly so.” ❍ It would be easy to criticize Shingo for his procrastination. His wife certainly did. Yet one sees in her very criticism a shortsightedness that is pitiful. Shingo’s paralysis, indeed sometimes it did seem to take these proportions, objectively was inexcusable, yet he had found himself using this very term, paralysis, regarding his son’s moral and emotional life. Shingo, unable to move forward, was at least the more conscientious. With information surging through him at such a pace, immobility was fortitude. Taking action before one is ready, forecloses and thereby stunts. “It can actually be cowardly,” she was thinking out loud. The connection between action and cowardliness (which heretofore she had associated with inaction) startled her. 34 �Is it raining? “Is it raining?” She thought she felt a drop. The day had been clear. In fact, though it was only January, there had been a moment earlier when it had actually felt like spring. “How could it be raining already?” she blurted out, glancing at the hill. The night before she had turned on the television, for the news presumably, but really to hear the weather forecast: The system that brought wintry weather to the deep South yesterday will push off into the Atlantic bringing breezy and cool conditions [it began]. High pressure will provide sunny to partly cloudy skies for most of the West. “They’re always wrong,” she’d reminded herself, validating her instinct to distrust the very report she had stayed up late to watch. One drop and then another grazed her arm. She was leaning over the edge of her porch, admiring a row of lilies the gardeners had put in. None of them were blooming, but the lively green of their straight-backed leaves was splendid against the russet mulch. The gardeners were Mexican. They chatted in Spanish as they worked. This year they had installed an elaborate 35 �sprinkling system over whose nighttime purr she had already grown quite fond. She looked more closely at the hill, its jaundiced mud, sickly, too shiny, moments from sliding away from itself. “One more drop could be disaster,” she thought, peering again at the sky. “There it is. There’s the rain.” Her upstairs neighbor banged his window shut. She couldn’t hear his wife’s response. Once a spigot had broken. Water gushed onto her porch around three a.m. She had lain there wondering what the pounding could possibly be when it had stopped, suddenly, and she had fallen back to sleep. The next night it happened again. Even though she got up and turned on the porch light, she could see nothing of the source of the water. 36 �Snow fell softly Snow fell softly on the dark curly road. She stood in the doorway, pressed between the room’s warm glow and the street’s empty whiteness. Flanked by sleep, by the still-silent night, she slipped between the stars and sheer hard glass like the first person on earth. (Slip-skating a delicate swoop down the road’s center.) Silence warmed. Powdery snow splayed across the world (air-brushing the world) as if to obliterate the previous canvas. She grabbed the sky and shook it. Smudges of cinders. One with a little boot. ❍ It was New Year’s Day. She could stay in her room and listen to the lovely drops endlessly falling. She gazed at the walls. Her room was a veritable fabric museum. Stray pieces from who knows where hung from every available precipice. Spareness, as an aesthetic, leaves out the human being she had discovered. There it was. A yellow post-it. Sticking out from the side of her book like a tongue. 37 �Probably it was not at all the point that Kawabata was making, but she couldn’t help noticing the consistency with which his hero misinterpreted seemingly transparent comments of his heroine. Her remark about the snow on Mount Fuji’s summit, for example. Snowy white, it melded with the clouds, both contrasting with an overcast sky. Multiple times he extrapolated on the implications of her intentions toward him, based on her reportage of the previous day’s news article, whereas she had made clear — “You didn’t? You must not get the paper we get.” — that she took for granted that he had read the same thing. ❍ She had awakened before dawn, a pitch black Saturday. The characters in her book (old lovers who had not seen each other for years) were spending a night at an inn. The room they had been assigned had a grove in its garden. One entire wall was shaded by leaves. Neither of them knew the names of the trees but gazing at the expansive trunks jutting up against their verandah had helped them relax. She imagined the two of them sprawled out in their kimonos, enjoying the eucalyptus or possibly 38 �redwoods. She pictured redwoods. Gnarly limbs with soft reddish bark. The day, finally, a rainy winter one, had turned quietly back to darkness. ❍ “This year seemed quieter,” she thought, referring to the holidays, but even as she thought it, she sensed she may have felt similarly last year. Still, they were over and she was glad. To gaze at the hill or shut her eyes and just enjoy the afternoon sun . . . which suddenly spread, lifted its face and blazed brightly. She sat very still. It had rained all week. She coveted her brief outdoor moment. Like butter, the softness extremely pleasurable. A Monarch, huge and alone, was flopping around a tree. A phone rang. Not hers. Earlier she had again been feeling critical of Kawabata’s obsession with inns and lovers (his ubiquitous intriguing woman) when it dawned on her how “in his stride” he seemed. Could it be that writers had one or two subjects within the scope of which they worked out their artistic task? 39 �Stealthily, like a cat Stealthily, like a cat. Morning fog wove in and out of her vision. “Am I sane?” One minute she could easily see ahead of her. The next, cars wobbled across her lane. It reminded her of the way she massaged her thoughts (a habit she’d become aware of recently). One would arise. She’d kneaded it, modeled it, remodeled it — not obsessively but gently — till it released some subtle information. She had been reading about postures that explored the gamut of one’s body-architecture. Each person may inhabit all forms and shapes but typically selects only a few. New poses encourage new self alignment (physically, like thought-massaging did mentally, she’d concluded). She had been doing yoga, folding forward, enjoying the clean scent exuding from her tights. Indeed, she remembered the precise moment. ❍ “Peacocks,” he’d said, “both kill and eat poisonous snakes.” He’d smiled enigmatically. “So the posture in their name is about digestion.” As soon as he’d said that she recalled her dream. 40 �The shop of her favorite clothing designer was having a sale. She had been excited to attend but when she got there felt embarrassed by the scarcity of items. There were several rooms with wooden floors and many tables set up, but most of them were bare. The feeling was not that they had already sold a lot. Rather that they had very little to sell. In the dream, she’d connected this sense of barrenness with the terrorists’ attack on Manhattan’s Trade Center. She thought she had heard that the designer’s entire fall line (which originated in New York) had had to be cancelled. Since none of the proprietors seemed concerned, she felt reluctant to draw it to their attention. She’d wandered into the back where she found a beautiful gold silk blouse. Draped on a table over a similar one in silver, both looked lovely against the dark mahogany. She had been holding the gold one up to her chest, checking the mirror to see if it would suit her, when the salesperson she knew best said, “Don’t buy that.” She hadn’t explained why. She felt crushed but lacked the courage to argue with this person. Her alarm had rung just as she “got” that she “got” to buy nothing. Nevertheless, the dream left a deep sense of satisfaction. “What a pleasurable dream,” she’d 41 �thought as she washed and dressed. But she’d forgotten about it till the teacher mentioned peacocks. Later, in class, he’d asked for blankets. Everyone else already had one. As she’d made her way over to the shelf, she realized that earlier in her dream, she had also walked over to shelves fondling stacks (literally roll upon roll) of very dark, velvety-looking blankets. Since her dream shelves had been on the opposite side of the room, when she’d approached these real shelves, it seemed as if she were going the wrong way. Suddenly the teacher had used the word “snot.” Before he’d said this she had been in a daze. ❍ Sparrows in the rain. Their lively voices conjuring a sward, swings, children swinging (beside a row of flowers). Opening her eyes, a dreary hill stared her down. An image that stayed with her, strangely (because she had neither used it nor enjoyed it), was the yard of the house in which she had grown up — a patch of grass, a tree, flowers along the back. She’d rarely swung on the swings. While she’d carved her initials in the tree, she 42 �much preferred climbing, playing, keeping close tabs on the amazing one across the street. Knitting on the porch in the early morning light or on long summer afternoons beneath the slow ceiling fan. She had enjoyed that. (That porch overlooked leggy, shallow-colored zinnias.) Above it was another whose cot she’d used on unbearably hot nights. Were it not for its screen, she could have pet the tree. It smelled heavenly and through its limbs she’d watched the sky, stars, moon, drifting clouds. She had been driving in a car, slowing heading toward an intersection. A large white limousine in front of her had already stopped. It was a little to her left so that she could easily see its driver and the fact that it was empty except for piles of bed-rolls and sleeping bags in the back. Mesmerized by the woman, she’d followed her into a side street. The woman pulled onto a rack (like the kind one sees at an automotive repair shop). She was still positioned to this woman’s right thus blocked from turning left, the way she needed to turn and the only way the street (which had dead-ended) allowed one to turn. As it dawned on her that she was trapped, helpless to take care of an impending emergency, she woke up. 43 �Once when she’d come home from school she’d found her mother lying on the couch, reading and eating brownies. That was one thing. Another was baking cookies, liking the dough even more than the cookies, though they smelled yummy. “Is there anything else? Think hard.” “Do you remember turtles?” “O my God! I adored, absolutely loved them.” The dickey her mother recently sent her randomly came to mind. As a child she had worn dickeys with dyed-to-match sweaters. Mostly they were white with a textured finish, sometimes embroidered. A bottomless flap of approximately the same size slipped beneath the sweater’s neck. She recalled liking them but feeling sloppy when she actually had one on. The under part tended to sneak out and swing around so that its front ended up on the side or at least crooked. This new dickey was more like a sleeveless blouse with a cropped waist and no side-seams. But what stood out in her mind (the thought that she kept massaging) had been what was revealed to her 44 �about her mother’s vision of her neck looking so much “nicer” covered. Indeed, her mother had referred to her “long slender neck” in the negative (as if it were a fault) whereas she had always been proud of her neck. If anything, the dickey was a nuisance, hiding her neck and itching a little. 45 �Daylight vanished Daylight vanished in a swirl of brumous clouds. Through her stained-glass window she had watched them cruise, screening the stars, like brooding ghosts. The smack of sheet on an upstairs banister whipped then twirled into an argument with itself. Marsh grass dozed in the heavy air. Exhaustion from the day drained with the light and she fell asleep. So soundly. Into the pit of silence. Gulls. Their raucous laugh unheard, though high, through the brackish air. She slept and dreamed of seabirds, rising, falling, mingling in shards of crashing sky-hewn waves. A tooled container, half-sunken near a sandbar, bobbed its oily spillage. The sky scudded past. Spasms of chimes in a powdery wind. A sour smell, a soft mysterious rattling, awakened her. Before her child wakes, a mother mentally makes the shift. When his shadow sleeps, hers pauses. The stirring of his shadow presses against her stillpoints (like a soft admonishing hand). Space opens in her skull between two waves where she prepares to cradle her son’s awakeness. 46 �❍ The mist alive, so fresh on the green lawn. First light as it spread across the patio. Not her patio. “Who sits on these redwood chairs,” she wondered. (The table in between with its pot of bulbs and pleasant view.) Mountains humped the sky, a little like cows all brown and white and loafing. Moo. Moo. Leisurely absorbing new sun. A deer and then its children — one, two graceful bones out on the glade. The smallest sucked a leaf. (The wandering mother in a moment of reprieve as her offspring fed.) Chewing, nodding, trying a drier bunch, a harder-toreach, greener bunch. (Deer nibble strawberries toward the echo of day-laborers.) A memory arose of her mother’s childlike body, sweet, like a roasted potato. ❍ Birds madly roosting. Their clamor. In its abrupt absence, her mother’s lazy voice saying, “I don’t know” in answer to a question about her husband’s illness. 47 �Her mother, usually an alert, extremely clever woman, over matters that concerned the health of the person about whom she says “When he goes, I go” suddenly went dumb. “I don’t know,” she drawled at any query more complicated than the time and place of his surgery. She was not even sure what organ was being operated on. The peculiar quality of her “I don’t know,” a sleepy yawn, more appropriate to a premature “What would you like for breakfast?” — the tone conveying, “It’s too early to tell” superimposed on “Don’t rush me. Come back later.” “Her daze is probably an inability to cope,” she scolded herself. “She can’t face what might happen, so she doesn’t.” But her mother’s unconsciousness bothered her. She had been too damaged by it to remain impartial. ❍ Cheep. Cheep. She woke to the smell of spring. A surge of joy — just before the (green and foreign) longing for her mother. Who’d been fond of telling stories. Recently she’d told one of a child who’d fed squirrels. Only to be bitten. 48 �The little girl had had to drag herself home, squirrel hanging from her bloody and dismembered fingers. “I know someone who sews twelve hours a day,” her mother had added. “She sews on paper then photographs the paper. She’d sew on wood if she could.” ❍ It was upon comparing the portrait she had made as a tribute to her recently dead mother with Nakamura Tsune’s Portrait of His Aged Mother that her insight slowly began to emerge. Whereas her portrait, sketched from an early photograph of her mother, made her mother seem younger and even more beautiful than she actually had been at the time the photograph had been taken, Tsune’s, completed while his mother was still alive, had been done in a simple style with dark, cold coloring. His stooped, emaciated woman, seated in profile against a half-wainscoted wall, prayer beads dangling from her wrinkled fingers, probably reflected Tsune’s feelings toward his own approaching death. Her painting, on the other hand, done while grieving the loss of her mother, her lover, and their miscarried baby, seemed shallow and selfindulgent by comparison. Which was odd. How could one explain the fact that she, with her triple sorrow, had painted a sort of sweet, 49 �pretty likeness void of any sense of pain, while Tsune, whose mother yet lived, had conveyed his suffering starkly and profoundly? It must be that both of them, choosing as their ostensible subject the aging and death of their mothers, had actually been painting selfportraits. Even as she thought this, the memory of her frequent glances in the mirror to check the contours of her face as she had painted, rose vividly before her. At the time she had rationalized this tactic by reminding herself of the strong resemblance she bore to her mother. Her musings brought up the question of the degree to which one’s love for others is in reality a form of selflove. In her situation, for example, all three persons mourned were fully alive within her. Her experience of them therefore had to be affected by her ever-changing experience of herself. Somehow the part she played, perpetually infusing them with life, had never occurred to her. The two pieces of this that were most disturbing (and suggested that her behavior had been driven to a much larger degree than she cared to admit by a form of narcissism) were first her portrayal of her dead mother as young and beautiful, insisting on this, in fact leaving any trace of death out of the painting altogether, and second the conviction to which she had been quite 50 �wedded of having lugged another around in her heart for a quarter of a century, when more accurately the weight she had borne had been a split-off part of her own psyche. Reflecting on the former (and taking a lesson from Tsune), she couldn’t help but feel that her sole purpose in having created that portraiture was to perpetuate her mother’s function as mirror to the beauty and youth she herself had been terrified of losing. Her mother was dead. If the painting had been about her mother, it would have had to include something on this subject. But wait. Within the striking image she had drawn of her young, beautiful mother, an ardent brunette, spunky, feisty — within the glamour and sweet smells, exotic and exciting, had there not lurked a whirlwind of life force expending itself to keep itself alive? One could argue, given her own circumstance of extreme vigor at the time of her mother’s death, that this had been the side of death with which she was most familiar — the only side in fact that she could have painted with authenticity. Just as a giant red balloon contains within its sheath of air a shriveled knot of rubber that one instinctively tosses (and that this is evident to the eyes of an observer if she will only see it) — metaphorically speaking, this explained what was happening to her now. She was beginning to see it. 51 �The case of her lover (or “ex-lover” — it was difficult to call him that since her inner world belied it) was more complex. A part of her perfectly understood that he lived with his wife and three children in a travel-to-able city. But did he infuse her as she infused him with abundant, exuberant life? Did she owe the very transformation she was presently undergoing to the power of his imagination? She wondered. As in a dream whose various figures represent various aspects of the dreamer, so in this “relationship” it must be that its various aspects, fashioned though they were on external originals, had nevertheless, over the course of years, quietly melded into the character of their maker. Lovers though they may have been in the past, their hearts had flowed along separate streams of time. The qualities she once admired in him were her qualities now — the “him” she thought of herself as loving, a mental “balloon” inflated with devotion that would as surely shrivel the second she withdrew it. 52 �The air was cold The air was cold and the sun, crystal clear on the sparkling grass. She stepped out on the porch. The cold was steady, reliable. A strong thing. A rushing sound (not rain) wandered through the trees. It ran along the ground, in the shrubs and tilted grass. It rustled and rattled just above the earth. It grew cooler. The hill itself looked drier, harder. A bleak wind lashed overhead. Then the sun fell. Color and smell faded from the hill. The meadow lay wasted. The weather, a negation of weather. ❍ February to her seemed crammed with undigested leftovers. Even for the birds. They bumped heads. “Birds usually ship-shape into a perfect V,” she thought. “They seem rushed,” she said to the tinted glass. She’d been gazing out at the bushes. Bunched snow in winter sat (softly) composed. Did not buckle but melted under fair skies. 53 �Spring was palpable, even from her window. Like a jittery child is calmed by satin (holding a piece in its little sleeping fist), so the winter sky with its softer, sweeter middle. Oakland sat softly. Acres of cement with bits of green and a dowdy cloud-covering. “At least the blackbirds abscond the clot” she found herself thinking, pitying the snaking traffic. Restless wings, wild, without form, vomiting themselves out of existence. A bevy of birds, flapping — frantically was it — or did it merely seem so to her whom their sheer numbers had taken by surprise? “Are they larks?” She knew she didn’t care. (Such an annoying habit.) Watching them careen about the sky, so black and hollow. (The growling in their throats and stomachs.) A friend had given her an article on ducks. Observing ducks swim in bitterly cold water, a reader had asked why their exposed legs — why didn’t their blood solidify? “Small birds enter a nightly torpor,” the ornithologist began. “Some (like goldfinches and redpolls) grow extra feathers and fluff them out. Some shiver. Some shiver almost continuously to generate enough body heat.” 54 �As for the legs of ducks, their surface veins constrict shunting blood toward their warm central arteries. She found herself engrossed. Fascinated. She had no idea that she was even interested. ❍ Rain again. It had rained every day for weeks and people were starting to complain. “I know they’re here,” she muttered as she scoured the floor under her winter coats. It was hard to see what was back there. Naked, chilly, in the far reaches of her crowded closet (her guttural, exasperated grunt). She had been straightening her room and its little porch. When she’d gotten to her failing-to-thrive nasturtiums (a small tree was waiting in the sidelines), instead of lugging the soggy, mud-filled pot down the hallway and several flights of stairs, she had picked it up and thrown it over the railing. She remembered hearing it land. Deliberately not looking. More evident was the pristine state of her porch, suddenly emptied of the obstacle to her new tree. 55 �❍ “Aren’t they late?” she muttered to herself. A pair of doves waddled about. The lilies were sodden after last night’s storm and no birds sang. She cracked her egg-top as she watched some leaflets flutter to the ground. An hour ago she had decided to sleep one more hour. When she had enough, something softened inside. She felt alert but — she’d almost said slow — but more accurately it was grounded or simply calm. 56 �After all “After all, Saint John’s was originally a German house,” said Brother Leonard who had decorated one of the many Christmas trees in the Benedictine Abbey entirely with cookies. He began in October and had baked nearly 1200 cookies. Another monk had photographed the nine-foot blue spruce taken from the Abbey’s woods. Its branches were covered with animals, swirls, and leaves. The tree, beside a very small fireplace, seemed cluttered and poorly planned. ❍ The tawny hill. Such was its flank, the creek mostly dried grass. “Creeks are important,” she’d thought, remembering the morning she’d laid on the barn’s lean-to. Red maple fingers had been like a priest’s, the chattering water, prayer. But this creek lacked excitement. (Not much water, no personality.) Swing, jungle-gym, sandbox, slide, jerry-rigged on a patch of grass. A man played ball with his little boy. Probably for the boy it was nice to be with his daddy, but looking on, her heart felt flat. 57 �Portions of the bay likewise weighed in less than inspiring. Mirroring a deadness in her no doubt. Sometimes just moving was too much. It seemed impossible to get up from a chair, for example, to get in bed or leave for anywhere. Even talking. Increasingly she wanted not to. (The awareness of words, wasted, violated or used nervously.) A train whizzed by. A stroke of sunlit sky, floundering, anchorless, seemed out of place in the placid winter. ❍ It is possible that a full understanding of what had happened in those few hours on the train to the hot spring would diminish its meaning. And that would be a shame. For Shimamura’s idle life lacked meaning (reading along she knew he knew it — it was some small shred of meaning in search of which he’d made his solitary trips). It had occurred so unexpectedly, in transit, time usually hazed away. Hindsight, however, and distance had set the incident in bold relief. His first trip to the snow country had been in the summer. As he’d left Tokyo, he remembered, his wife had cautioned him that it was egg-laying season for moths. Indeed there were moths — large corn-colored ones 58 �under the eaves clinging to a decorative lantern. In his dressing-room also a queer-looking moth lay motionless, seemingly glued to the screen. Against the crimson glow of the mountain ranges, its gossamer wings fluttered in the wind. Transfixed, Shimamura had rubbed his hand vigorously over the inside of the screen. When the moth hadn’t moved, he’d struck the screen with his fist. Sure enough it loosened and, like a leaf, wafted to the ground. On his return (it had been December) he was startled to see the station master’s face stuffed inside a muffler, the flaps of his cap turned down over his ears. As soon as the train pulled up at the signal stop, a girl, who had been sitting on the other side of the car, opened the window in Shimamura’s section and called to him loudly. Shimamura found himself unavoidably involved in their conversation, as if some critical piece of drama whose every nuance pertained to him was being acted out for his benefit. Perhaps it was in part the contrast between her beauty and the desolation of the border range that so entranced him. This region of Japan, which he had chosen both for its remoteness and its hot springs (whose geisha, he reasoned, would protect him from excessive loneliness), was reputed to be the snowiest in the world. Throughout the winter, cold winds from 59 �Siberia picked up moisture over the Japan Sea and dropped it as snow when they struck the central mountain range. Frozen blankets spread endlessly over the bleak horizon. With little to relieve the monotony, one’s life, hibernal, seemingly divorced from time, might easily sink into an undifferentiated darkness. What registered with Shimamura after the girl drew herself back from the window was not so much the brightness of her voice (its high resonance) as the pathos conveyed by it. Her concern apparently was for her brother who, though hardly more than a boy, was living and working in this town. The station master seemed to know them both. Possibly because of the cold, he was trying to cut the conversation short, while the girl, sounding urgent, pressed for details of her brother’s welfare. Shimamura couldn’t tell if she was hurt by the station master’s curtness or simply, in her own excitement, hadn’t noticed it. In either case she had struck him as sad. Was it sadness then that attracted him — (indeed, attracted her, for she was bound up with his story). When she was seated, his view of her, depending as it did on a combination of the shifting light (both inside and outside the train) and the image of her cast by the partially steamed window-glass, was illusive. From her place, across the aisle and one section removed, she 60 �would have had no way of guessing that she was being observed. Even had she happened to glance his way, she could not have seen her own reflection and would have no reason to question the behavior of a man who appeared to be staring out the window at the countryside. Since she was diagonally opposite to him, Shimamura knew he could just as easily have looked at her directly. A certain quality in her beauty — starkly cool, fierce, unreal — warned him against this. As if her purpose, karmic and foreboding, was to mirror something in himself that he preferred not to see. Truly odd was his awareness, on the one hand, of the suffering implied by her close connection with her traveling companion, an invalid, someone to whom she seemed mysteriously bound, and on the other, of the fact that his reaction to the two of them was as it would have been to a dreamlike pantomime (the distortion of them produced by the window’s glare lent them an otherworldly quality) rather than as one would expect it to be toward human beings in pain. Her overearnestness — both with the sick man (her constant ministrations — rearranging his scarf and the bottom of his overcoat that slipped open again and again so that even he, Shimamura, grew impatient) as well as earlier with the station master — aroused in his imagination a 61 �ritualized figure from an old romantic tale where powerful feelings were metaphoric rather than an ordinary woman in the throes of anguish. He found it deeply disturbing that this inability (for he had come to consider it a kind of inability, having observed like failures in feeling in himself on numerous previous occasions) was being held up for him to watch. Shimamura continued to peer out the glass. Streaks of red flushed the evening sky casting an eerie shadow over the terrain. Equally eerie and superimposed on his window-view of the reddish landscape were the incandescent figures of the girl and the invalid. The silhouettes, though not motionless, held their position in the frame created by the window, while the landscape, a kind of unmitigated emotion, droned steadily past them. When he relaxed his gaze, it seemed as if the mountains had been cut off by the outline of the reflected forms (progressing around them), but when he made a conscious effort to look, peering into their filmlike shapes, he could see that the vista was actually whizzing through them. It almost stopped his breath, this furtive glimpse of what might be their inner emotional reality. When a light somewhere out in the mountains coruscated in the center of the girl’s face, then moved across her face shooting a single ray through the pupil of her eye, for that moment her eye became a weirdly glowing phosphorescent jewel 62 �on a sea of scarlet. Shimamura, mesmerized by the inexpressible beauty of it, came to forget that he was confronting a mirror. The girl’s face and the dim mountains melted together into a symbolic world (his own interior world?) of opaque coldness. 63 �After a week After a week of winter days, summer was back. Mist dribbled through the leaves, cooling down the shrubbery and scraggily bushes lining the roadside. Black plastic bags (bulging stomachs fastened at the neck) dotted the curb. Every few paces was a bumptious bag — “that could be a baby tree” she thought — but that she knew was trash. Fourth-of-July confetti. Was it a tribute to the cold that it took the city a fortnight to clean up the mess left by the celebrations? Certainly the weather had been dismal since that last auspicious day and serene night. Her street had been cluttered with shredded paper. Earlier she had noticed a covey of orange-vested men clucking around the narrow strip where most of the refuse had collected. Huddled together in the sun, they neither worked nor rested. Yet their aimless movements carried a charge. Thus the tidy bundles surprised her, their perkiness, like haystacks (all teepeed up), strangely fulfilling. Between each bag, grass in the nubile light. ❍ She didn’t know what she felt reading about Yuji Nakamura whose bum knee kicked in as he ran the second 64 �and longest leg of the 130-mile Hakone Ekiden relay. He’d hobbled and grimaced till his coach finally said, “You’re out!” His teammates, wearing yellow sashes of dishonor, simply ran their paces to the end. Fifteen 10-member, all-male squads from Japanese universities compete in the grueling New Year’s Day race, the article explained. Water is permitted once each relay leg, roughly at 10 kilometers (the halfway point). Millions line the asphalt route from downtown Tokyo to the resort town of Hakone. Millions more watch from their homes. While there are no superheroes in the ekiden (a superhuman performance by one runner will not guarantee a win), anyone who lets the team down shoulders an overwhelming responsibility. A runner who gets sick, injured or for any reason fails to complete his “leg,” often finds that the race haunts him forever, ruining his career, even his life. Historical failures are dredged up annually on television and magazines. Nakamura, the reporter noted, had considered suicide. “I was so sad, had so many regrets and was in shock because I’d done something from which I could never redeem myself.” 65 �While ekidens are now run all over the world (with races tailored for high schoolers, girls, professional squads and so forth), the Hakone Ekiden, journalists say, borders on the sadistic. One leg is up a paralyzing hill. The next, coming down, is brutal on the knees. Runners battle snow, ice, heavy wind, freezing rain and don’t give up, for there are no substitutions once the race starts. They will kill themselves delivering the tasuki even one second faster. If any runner falls more than 10 minutes behind the leader, the entire team forfeits. A disqualified team automatically forfeits its berth in the following year’s race. “I must not stop — even if I die,” is the feeling of most runners. Doryoku (effort) — an end in itself — is said to be the ultimate motivation. The philosophy stresses endless training, dedication, team-spirit, obedience and selfsacrifice. Instead of letting athletes quit when they tire, coaches turn up the heat, continuing to drill to the point of exhaustion. “Gambare!” (fight harder) fans scream cheering runners on. Which ratchets up the pressure. When marathoner Kokichi Tsuburaya won a bronze medal, he apologized for letting his country down. 66 �❍ She gazed out the window. If the truth were told, though the report of the Master’s retirement game had been serialized in an exhaustive sixty-four installments, she was only now, through more heuristic means, beginning to grasp the momentous nature of this occasion. No one could have been more respectful, more knowledgeable, more observant nor sparing of himself in his reportage than Uragami whose newspaper, the Tokyo Nichinichi Shimbun, had sponsored the match and whose devotion to Honnimbo Shusai had been entire. Yet, having read what he had to say (admittedly years later), she felt that the account, focused primarily on externals, served rather to elegize (lament) than to parse (examine closely) the illusive events for posterity. For example she learned that the match itself, lasting fourteen sessions, began in Tokyo on June 26, 1938 and ended, not quite six months later, on December 4, in Ito. The Master had died on January 18, 1940. Most certainly the ordeal had taken his life. But such facts told her little. Their very paucity aroused a strange interest in minutiae (like the very long hair Uragami had noticed in the Master’s left eyebrow), as if something ultimate in one’s understanding hinged on getting these details correct. Mr. Uragami himself had 67 �said that his noticing the hair and writing about it had been a trifling matter. The important point was that he had noticed it at a difficult moment — that it had come as a sort of rescue. But such thinking was apocryphal and now that she realized it, her inclination was to extrapolate — to posit that hidden within this single feature of the Master’s visage (a sort of metaphysical heirloom/philosopher’s stone?) had been an elixir with transmutative properties compensatory to her own age’s precise shortcomings. Buried in Uragami’s treatment of a day’s session at Hakone was the following brief paragraph: Today I discovered for the first time a white hair about an inch long in the Master’s eyebrow. Standing out from the swollen-eyed, heavy veined face, it too somehow came as a savior. Several days after this article had appeared (and two days before he had died) the Master and his wife had made a trip to Atami to get the Master a shave. Phoning a reliable barber, the Master had told him that he had one very long hair in his left eyebrow, that it was a hair of good luck, a sign of long life and that he, the barber, was not to touch it. Of course the barber agreed. Amazingly the Master had not himself previously noticed the hair. He had only recently read about it in Uragami’s newspaper article. While his wife related this story, 68 �the Master remained silent but, Uragami told us, a flicker had crossed his face “as if it had caught the shadow of a passing bird.” Uragami has reflected that more than a decade has passed since the Master’s death and no method has been devised for determining the succession to the title “Master of Go.” Instead rationalism, with its tedious rules, meticulous point system, and emphasis on winning has wrung the concepts of dignity and afflatus out of the process. “Victory” has become a commercial asset for a competitive person (read disciple of Go). The life of a player today, far from lustrative, is consumed by contests, annual title matches, and recitals of strength in flashy championship tournaments. In all three matches played in the last decade of his life, the Master had fallen ill midway through. After the first he was bedridden. After the third he died. Each game took inordinately long. It was as if in these final playoffs an epoch (a complete system of values and aesthetics) virtually embodied in the Master, came grinding to a halt. The last, nimbus of an eon, should in its own right have been a masterpiece, but as Uragami said, “By this time the Master could not stand outside the rules of equality.” Witness the contrast between the Master and his opponent, Uragami continued. Once the former, quiet and 69 �nerveless, sank into a game, he did not leave. Otake, on the other hand, frequently excused himself, presumably as a consequence of his habit of drinking copious pots of tea. (Otake’s difficulty however had not stopped at enuresis. Often he had left his overskirt behind him in the hallway and his obi as well.) His way of sitting down and getting up were as if readying himself for battle. Typically a long deliberation would be capped in the final minute by a hundred or a hundred fifty plays of surging violence — quite unlike the Master’s steadfast immobility suggestive of one who had lost all consciousness of his own identity. One indeed got the impression that when the Master was seated at the Go board he had the power to quiet his surroundings. This power, the result of long training and discipline, “alchemically” affected the Master’s physical body and was especially noticeable (Uragami reported with some authority since he had taken the last photographs) in his dead body where his large longish face with its bold features, his strong jaw and his disproportionately long trunk had seemed exaggerated. Even more pronounced, she thought, was the eerie sense one had of his torso disappearing from the waist down. His legs and hips, insubstantial to the extreme, seemed inadequate even for his weight (which she knew to be about sixty-five) — a child’s 70 �weight. His knees (in seiza it was obvious) appeared transparently thin. The Master’s physique confirmed what those knowledgeable about the spirit of Go have long suspected i.e. that the intense concentration required would chisel away at a player’s manifest being (it was almost as if concentration itself replaced a player’s body). One would imagine that when in recess the Master would prefer diversions of an altogether different nature, but Uragami explicitly noted that the Master had literally been addicted to games — mahjongg, billiards, chess — which he passionately played day and night, even in the interval between a professional session and dinner. Uragami’s description of a glimpse he had one day of the Master walking the hundred or so yards across the garden from the outbuilding of the Naraya Inn to his apartment in the main building bore this out on the one hand, and ironically (that it should come from a mere glimpse) gave her more of an insight than she got anywhere else in the report of the true magnitude of what was before her. Just beyond the gate of the outbuilding was a short slope and the Master, palms lightly clasped behind him, bent forward as he climbed it. His body, held perfectly straight from the hips, made his spindly legs seem all the more accessory. “The retreating figure of the Master against the background sound of flowing 71 �water carried along with it the retreating fragrance of Go as a graceful and elegant path,” Uragami eulogized. From photographs of the dead body, in which there appears to be only a head, a doll’s head, almost gruesome (as if severed), the Master’s martyrdom (she named it from her present vantage point) — the sacrifice of an invincible life for the sake of an art that was no longer relevant — seemed all but conclusive. 72 �book two ��Sweet soft night Sweet soft night descended with the roses. Moist air, rose-blossomed and thorny. Soft thorns. Yes. Very soft thorns. She pulled the peach-colored flower closer, thumbing the thorns, letting them jab her calluses. The vine concealed crossed stems of buds that released their fragrances one at a time. ❍ “No! No! I’ve never in my life bounced a check.” Her mother’s voice, aggrieved, suddenly clear as a bell. She had expected her mother, informed by her bank, to have brought up the subject herself. “I have it right here. It says ‘payment stopped’ in bold red letters,” she said as she realized her mistake. She could feel her mother’s mind stretching to recall. 75 �“I can’t remember, honey. I know I stopped payment on something.” ❍ The sumptuousness of a day on the verge of rain. Its luminescence (bundles of light-filled randomness). Trillions chirped. Their swarm. And the acres and acres of wildflowers across incipient-summer land. She dreamed of them. Their colors moist. Their aura, lotus-purple. The cry of a hawk awoke the child. It too screamed but its voice (bellowing across the canyon’s wood) was from a distant century. The hollow hill, the hollow skull without a candle reddening its eyes. ❍ Squawk squawk squawk. She looked up. The jay’s loud voice filled a flower-ridden tree. The sky, bubbling with clouds, made its own daisy-filled, just-about-summer, meadow. Sun beamed through the window carrying the silvery smell of tree (a very slight breeze plus the lugubrious weight of heat). You could see the heat, its little parcels of debris not quite melding. 76 �“The practice of yoga requires effort (which means staying with being) and detachment (which means colorlessness — non-projection — impartiality). It requires a switch that cannot be thought into play,” iterated her teacher. The yogi’s body (twisting and folding over itself). It startled her — this dumpy, late middle-aged woman disappearing utterly. ❍ Once she’d seen a documentary of (was it) Margot Fonteyn? The ballerina had married late and when her husband became ill, she’d retired. “That’s what I want,” she’d thought, as she’d watched her, in her blue sweater, bend from the waist to offer her husband a drink. ❍ The night’s cool breeze. Alone, from her porch, the green evening pulsed with fragrant flowers. Nagai Kafu had idealized prostitutes and set the scene, no doubt as a statement of mutability, of a story which still haunted her on the Ginza in “second” Tokyo (which succeeded “first” Tokyo destroyed in the Great Earthquake of 1923 and which, in its own turn, disap77 �peared in the American incendiary raids of 1945). Perhaps he’d envied their cavalier style, their freedom to eschew the social constraints that he, raised in a respectable family, had to suffer. He was certainly aware that their feckless ways were also precarious. Take a waitress, for example. Her livelihood might easily have depended on the generosity (read loneliness or sexual neediness) of strangers — customers who dropped into one’s restaurant — or, after hours, passers-by on the street who’d respond in kind to a seductive “Hey loverboy, how ’bout a cup of tea?” And of course, as he pointed out, among themselves these people made their own fine distinctions. The combs in one’s hair, the “flying” pattern on one’s kimono, the twill of one’s haori, the embroidery on a sash, if the slightest bit frowsy, mockingly declared one as incult. Or even those between waitress-prostitute, geisha-prostitute and outand-out prostitute. This nomenclature clearly signaled a level of expertise in the work of giving pleasure that closely affected the bearer and toward which she must bow. The bottom line was one’s ability to arouse a fantasy, the suggestion that anything might be possible, that “with me one might enter the highest realms of the unknown” which allure, by the way, was the same as that of houses of God. From this standpoint Kafu’s attraction to his subject made sense. In fact, now that she reflected, she thought her own fascination with this 78 �particular story had to do with the loyal nature of the bond between its hero and heroine held firm despite their obvious character flaws and wild vicissitudes in the back alleys of their external lives. One of the most notable features of this world, at least for her what stood out and stayed with her, was the constancy of its ephemerality. While nothing lasted, nothing significant appeared to change, even over the course of generations. The story began in typical desuetude — the couple, dishabilled from having just awakened, were calculating what with the New Year approaching and her in her late thirties/early forties, how much longer could they go on living off her earnings? Granted she was still lovely and looked much younger than she actually was, but . . . didn’t they need to begin . . . at which moment she was called to the phone. Her immediate presence was required at an assignation house. They, of course, were used to this. She wanted to be called as much as possible. Frequently there wasn’t time even for a bowl of rice. She’d dressed and flew off leaving Jukichi to eat his soft-boiled egg and warmed leftover milk alone. He tidied up and ran whatever errands. O-Chiyo would be back tonight or tomorrow some time, possibly tomorrow night in which case she’d call or have someone call. Other men would resent this eclipsed existence, but the decisive turn toward intimacy in their relationship had 79 �happened on the occasion of his letting her know, that he “got” the nature of her work (which was not in a bar as she had told him) and that it was okay. So long as she was straight with him, whatever she did was fine. The relief for both of them at this extraordinary conversation — most of it conveyed through gesture and facial expression — left its indelible mark. They became inseparable from that moment. The specifics shifted. The woman’s house from where originated most of O-Chiyo’s work was raided and they had to evacuate the neighborhood immediately on threat of arrest. Shortly thereafter O-Chiyo, in a crowded street with a new customer, got separated from him and when she ran to catch up, joining hands again, she found herself holding the hand of the wrong person. This man however, a genial philandering ex-official who had lived down a bribery scandal, whisked her into a cab and in the end set her up in a house of her own choosing as his concubine. Jukichi, being the one with free time, found the house and in addition an apartment several blocks away for himself so they could stay together except for the nights the man came around. These little developments, beginning with his discovery of her working as a prostitute, only served to strengthen Jukichi’s connection to O-Chiyo. The idea 80 �that other men found pleasure in her body somehow made her all the more appealing. Unlike O-Chiyo, Jukichi held a university degree. He had tried his hand at writing, but his enthusiasm at every employment opportunity trailed off shortly after he was hired. Should he be ashamed of allowing a woman to support him (of battening at her expense) or just resign himself that this was how he was? After all, within its own definitions their way of life was honest. O-Chiyo seemed happy. They were neither hypocritical nor materialistic which was saying a lot in their land of lies. 81 �The sweet smell came again in the night The sweet smell came again in the night. She listened for the rain, softly falling on the silky hill. No birds. No cats. Just silence and rain. ❍ “Child’s Pose,” he’d said, as if it were a pose for children. “What I like about it . . .” his voice trailed off. “You feel massaged,” he’d finally gushed. “Lotus posture is too advanced.” She could hear the soft twilight twitter of the hill’s young birds. A dove cooed in the distance — coo coo coo — in threes. (Its rhythm and predictability melted through her body.) For years she had pooh-poohed massage as if it were simply an indulgence dressed in “healing” attire. But when she’d healed through its soothing effect — washing one’s face, brushing one’s hair or even teeth are forms of massage, she’d realized. Sweet and cool the puffs of rain had startled her out of a sleep. It had taken her awhile to understand — that she had gone to bed and since then, only several hours later, the whole world had changed. Her chimes were pulsing and a soft fresh breeze ambled around her sheets and hovered over her pillow. 82 �So that when she awakened in the morning and it was raining, she remembered that this rain had started during the night, that its slow, penetrating drizzle would probably last all day. Which made her heart jump. ❍ “Mt. Diablo beams,” she thought, feeling like a fish in a lighted aquarium. A bank of clouds perched tidily. Mountain, sun, a few trees and low-lying hills made for a beautiful backdrop. Dawn, like a bowl capped the striated rock. “The violinist played jigs,” her mother, a bit out of breath from dashing to the phone, gasped in an effort to sound cheerful. Her throat hurt. (She could tell.) Sweet morning air drifted through the window along with chirps in clear clumps of six. “Who’s that bird?” she found herself thinking. “He talked for two and a half hours and then at the end he volunteered to play. We all expected something classical.” “What is your connection to Brandeis, mother?” (She wondered what had impelled . . . her mother had never “belonged” to anything in her life!) “Oh you know Brandeis. The university, honey.” 83 �❍ White sky. Branches bled against a bone horizon. “For they too are bone.” Listening for birds, their twitter in the darkness. Making it more dark. (Their unseen privilege.) Her grandfather had fed them. The stump of his personality, without apology, its brittle rub, its unforgiving stride. The crippled boy across the street. (His stare came to mind.) ❍ Creamy sand and ocean-blue water pressed against the sky. So that it too seemed vigorous, its blue, weighty. Pulsing and sharp. Hot noon air, singed and crackled alive over the seaedge. Dusty afternoon turned to limpid night. The mote of the firefly’s silky, neon, beep-beam-beep. The limb of a palm elbowing restful gray. “Hey you!” (A young thing with young gestures.) Peeling, cackling nuts and bark. Fronds on top fan the liquid earth. Lamp posts strutting noble and tall like a black tap dancer. 84 �“Come one, come all,” an announcer shrieks in his ocean voice, megaphoned astride the savannah. (She wears a beanie.) ❍ Waiting for fish. The patio’s soft lights reflecting the pool’s blue shadows. The band, the soft soft shuffle beneath caged birds. The woman’s legs beneath her yellow sunsuit. Pumps, pocketbook, patent-leather gleaming. Out of silence, surf. “I am alive,” you say. “The art of swimming is immobile, pristine and very fashionable.” ❍ The color of feathers (a pheasant’s or robin’s) — vibrations of spray piled on to ease. Breath is protection, sweeping out the gross nature (a person’s inspiration, another form of breathing). Play is breathing. ❍ Sweet-potato fields near the poor folks homes, seething in the blue blue day. Pigeons coo from fringy gussets of former forest. 85 �A herd of deer, coppery and dark through morning shadow. Their swivel into nubile space, queer and graceful (as if it were not a herd but a flower family waving on the hillside). Dark-eyed people traveling narrow footpaths. ❍ A warm light beckoned her. (Someone had turned it on but left no shadow.) She gazed at the grass, its green breath cheerful. From its roots she heard the sea, back and forth, matted and pressed (slurped and swallowed Christlike slenderness). Was it loss of control of her body that she found so embarrassing? She didn’t think it was simply age. Secretly she was proud of her age though it made no sense. Perhaps it wasn’t merely her age but the way she was inhabiting her age that pleased her. ❍ “It’s not true,” she said, clearing her throat. She cleared her throat a lot. Her frail voice was like a thin thread. She glanced out the window. As her mother spoke, the bells of coolness churled. 86 �Her mother’s voice receded with the oncoming night. Spring branches, budding with baby leaves bowed to the sun as it dropped behind the hill. “I don’t know,” her mother resumed. She’d suddenly sounded disgusted with herself. “I get into bed to read and I’m out like a light. But a few hours later, I’m up again. At 5:00 I’m up for good.” “I’ve always been this way, honey.” “I’m not saying I go around tired,” she suddenly added. “But when I get a full eight hours of sleep, I can’t explain . . .” Her pause contained a lifetime of frustration grappling with this issue. She thought of her mother’s sad depleted body. “Do you remember when I worked at the Chart and Information Center?” As she asked, odd-shaped pods on floating branches came into focus. A few birds, their nighttime serenade beneath a starless sky. 87 �Kiyooka Susumu’s Wife A Woman Educated Beyond the Needs of Her Society Had Kimie been a different sort of woman she would have turned green when her cohorts shoved under her nose the caption, “Home Life of a Celebrity. The writer Kiyooka Susumu’s wife, Tsuruko” alongside a photograph of a truly stunning woman seated on her veranda. But Kimie, Kiyooka’s mistress of several years, was unimpressed. Even when goaded, “You’re quite jealous, aren’t you?” by her fellow waitresses, Kimie, surprised by them, scuttled, “It’s just as it should be. A wife is a wife. I don’t have to worry about her.” For Kimie, who took her pleasure as it came, these words were true enough. As fashionable and rich as Kiyooka now was, thanks to the skyrocketing success of his pulp fiction, for Kimie, who chose to remain in her threadbare room seeming to prefer the filthy alley that it fronted and its dinginess to the effort it would take to move (she did nothing it improve its charm either — the place reeked of transience and shabbiness), Kiyooka’s sprint into fame hardly mattered. She continued to receive him dispassionately just as she received all the others. Unbeknownst to Kimie, her casual words were rife with meaning. Tsuruko was Kiyooka’s wife in name only. 88 �When they met she was twenty-three and already married to a graduate of military college. She and Kiyooka fell into a liaison at a hotel while her husband was studying abroad. Her husband’s family, terrified of gossip, dissolved the marriage without consulting their son on the pretext of Tsuruku’s frail health. Her own parents were dead. Her brother bestowed a small amount of money on her and promptly disowned her. (Kiyooka at the time was living with his father.) The moment Tsuruko’s marriage was annulled, he moved in with her. Though Kiyooka’s father, Akira, a scholar and instructor of Chinese composition at the Imperial University, cringed at his son’s open affair with a woman the world considered married, he wisely refrained from saying so. One day, at his wife’s grave, however, he came upon a young woman also offering flowers. He gathered this must be Kiyooka’s new “housemate,” but he could not fathom the two behaviors — honoring the death anniversary of an unknown “mother-in-law” and shacking up with his unfilial son — abiding within one personality. The two began to talk and soon became deeply engrossed in conversation. By chance they met in a railway station. Over the course of time Tsuruko was given entrée to his secluded country retirement cottage. 89 �It thus came to Tsuruko’s attention that although Akira had a gardener and a woman to look after the household chores, he lacked for proper meals, clean clothing, and attentions to his person. Gingerly she began to care for him. She did everything in a discreet manner so as to offend neither Akira (he most certainly would have disclaimed any need had she openly asked) nor his older daughter to whom the duty more properly belonged. Just as unobtrusively Akira grasped the unhappy state of Tsuruko’s second marriage. Believing his son to be a debauched scoundrel he wasn’t surprised, but he was sorry to learn the truth just as he had determined to add Tsuruko’s name to the Susumu family register. Indeed the passion between Tsuruko and Kiyooka had barely lasted a year. Kiyooka’s first act as “darling of the literary world,” ostentatiously buying a lavish house for a movie star, was follow by ostentatiously surrounding himself with a covey of geisha. Eventually the movie star dumped him at which point he made the waitress Kimie his concubine. Tsuruko found herself not so much envious as deeply saddened to discover the true nature of her husband’s character. Her own upbringing included tutoring in French and etiquette by Madame Joule and in classic literature and calligraphy by a Japanese scholar. Refinement proved her undoing. Marrying as she did initially into the prosaic household 90 �of a professional soldier and, subsequently, to Kiyooka (turned impresario and speculator, swilling Western liquor with his cronies and placing nightly mahjongg wagers and horse-racing bets) her inbred éclat was a complete waste. She had in fact decided to leave, but unendurable as her circumstances were, an inexplicable inertia took over as she squandered one opportunity after another to speak with him. Every day she continued coldly to honor him, it became that much harder (because her loyalty seemed that much more pretentious) to change things. For his part, Kiyooka had never intended in the first place to make Tsuruko his legal wife. He wanted merely to enjoy occasional trysts with her. Her earnestness, however gradually derailed this plan and when he learned of the money from her brother, he found himself racing to her side. The quality of her person incrementally had had its effect which was to make him feel ashamed of his own immorality. In the end it soured his enjoyment of her. He felt cramped with the restraints on his vulgarity her presence imposed, and then unenduringly lonely. That’s why he pursued the joys of the “floating world” so assiduously and would have done even more in this direction if the waitress Kimie showed more enthusiasm. ❍ Hot new-moon morning. A shallow breeze aroused her chimes. Squirrels. Birds. She set her thoughts aside. 91 �“Do you ever hear from him?” Her mother’s low voice, referring to her father, rose out of nowhere. “No.” “Months ago I asked JoAnne if she knew if he were still alive. She said she’d call him, but I guess she forgot.” “She may not have remembered,” her mother repeated. It was obvious she was hurt. The incident hadn’t been important enough to make a point of, but still, she would have liked to know. She recalled a time when her mother’s fury at her father had been so volatile that her “no” would have been a strategy to end the conversation. Now her “no” was simply “no.” She hadn’t anything else to say. ❍ Coo. Coo. An old owl, early. The day darkening amidst so many trees (their deep green shade) and a man amongst its branches “cleaning” one of them. Debris from the tree was falling on her porch where she stood, directly below the man and in line with the debris that looked like stardust. It had been 9:00 A.M. when the pleasant dream ended. Every few hours it’d seemed like she’d moan ( from the midst of her stupor), “Just a little more, please.” 92 �The day had zoomed from February to May in about four hours. Naked branches glistened in the groin of the hill, slender, deer-colored — and clean. A rickety bus (splayed with sunflower seeds) had twin rows of soft, red leathered, two-person-sized seats. One row was bedlike with no central divide. At each window edge perched another leather-covered panel. Passengers could lie down and use the panel as a pillow. She and her companion had chosen the opposite side however. She had some papers that she’d wanted to give to someone to work on and was in turmoil about whether to spend time organizing them in a way the other person would be able easily to understand or just let “them” figure it out. “What a battle!” she’d thought when the alarm finally rang. ❍ “It’s Tuesday,” she realized, glancing at the murky sky. “They said it was going to rain.” She studied the sky. Black as coal with puffy gray trailing wispily. “Why is that man blinding me with his high beams,” she stewed, wedged behind a truck. It was well after seven. 93 �Droplets glazed her windshield. Ever-so-tiny, they scattered themselves about. The previous day she had been forced to drive through narrow (and slippery) switchbacks. She’d crept along. Actually the trees lightened the rain, which on the freeway had seemed deadly. But what had taken her aback was a bicyclist pumping up the steep (and extremely muddy) road full of pot-holes, branches, leaves, rocks. The cyclist’s clothing covered his body and was shiny like a wet suit. “It’s not a wet suit,” she’d thought. “It’s not even waterproof. At best it’s water repellent. (Which does nothing.)” ❍ The storm was unseasonal. Even the birds, it seemed, didn’t know what to do. An old cypress shivered. Stuck out in the smoky sky, forlorn, stoic, an injunction to a complainer. Traffic inched around a duckless pond. A plumber’s truck, with odd (for a plumber) boulangerie-style print, blocked her view of the long stretch between exits. She watched her impatience rise. Recently she’d been in a long line of cars snaking toward the tunnel. Could it have been the heat that 94 �shoved her to the shoulder, straight into the highway patrol’s snare? “It’s a form of agoraphobia,” she’d told herself, trying to normalize it. But it hadn’t worked. Other people simply didn’t get this upset. ❍ New-moon heat subdued the birds. (Their soft cheeps in the fruit trees.) “Tonight between 5:00 and 7:00.” The woman, in a neon shirt, sounded sure. “On new-moon days, it’s best to practice slowly,” the teacher’d interjected. “Or not at all. On full moons too. Energy is flying about.” (She pictured a blind person swiping the air.) The light on the hill had shone burnt orange. An old past burnt-orange fragment of time. ❍ “Sloppy sun,” she’d thought till she’d remembered the eclipse. It felt like its muscles had tired. “Perhaps it’s her voice that’s tired,” she’d corrected herself as she listened to her mother’s dream. 95 �“That evening on t.v. (I don’t even know why I watch this program) but (did you see it, honey?) an old woman stuffed a hot dog down her neighbor’s throat.” Clearly she had been riled. “Afterwards I dreamed that a big bird had swallowed two other birds, one slightly smaller and one very small. When I opened the big bird’s mouth, the small bird flew away, but the larger one . . . I couldn’t pry it out.” She’d glanced at the darkening sky. Her mother’s voice trailed off just as the solar eclipse had become a force in the room. ❍ Smokey air. Brittle grass. “A stale morning,” she’d thought, gazing at the cobwebbed air. Everything felt congested. Loud thin chirps pierced through the bushes, fading chirps announcing the morning’s end. Her heart tingled at a glimpse of her little plant. Strange. When she saw the same plant on the street, in a random yard, say, or a church, invariably it looked cheap. Even larger ones with brightly-colored petals left her dejected. 96 �It was as if this were the true flower, hers merely a property of her mind. To see her treasure so naked (exposed) was off-putting. ❍ The birds’ electrical cheep in the chill morning air. One buzzed. One sweetly chirped. Another coo coo coo’d. She shut her eyes. Tweet-tweet-tweet-tweet-tweet. She could sense the trees’ roots’ pleasure (like toes) spreading through the cool rich mud. ❍ “Honey,” she’d said. “It came all the way around to the window and just stood there.” She was referring to a hummingbird whose feeder she’d forgotten to refill. While she’d heard that hummingbirds were like soldiers when it came to their nectar sites, she’d never heard of a bird “going to get” someone and staring them into submission. “They’re mean!” her mother continued. “They’ll attack!” She’d read about one attacking a little boy. “Some birds,” she’d said, referencing a second feeder, “will take one seed, fly off to a corner of the yard, eat it and maybe come back for another.” As her mother 97 �spoke she’d had the image of a well-mannered child in her Mary-Janes accepting only one chocolate marshmallow bunny. “But sparrows slop them all over the ground. Their refuse attracts rats.” “Without the birds, the yard is lifeless, so I keep putting out seeds,” she’d continued slowly. She sounded discouraged. The yard in question sloped gently upwards toward a thick grove of bamboo. Some azaleas and rhododendrons had recently been taken out. “They just got too big for the hill,” her mother explained. “After they flower, you can cut them back. But if you miss this window, you risk cutting off the next season’s buds.” It was evident what had happened. She shut her eyes. It pleased her that her mother had developed such a close relationship with the life her property hosted. She pictured her father putzing about. “He won’t let anyone else touch it,” her mother said with pride. She tried to recall the back of their large, colonial-style dwelling. A swimming pool with iridescent flies was all that came to mind. She imagined her mother alone, probably in her housecoat, watching the birds early in the morning. Suddenly 98 �she remembered another part of the conversation. It seemed that a pair of parent swallows were teaching their fledgling to fly. Standing at opposite ends of the pool, they’d take turns accompanying it across. “They’re adorable,” her mother had exuded, though her voice had sounded sad. ❍ Once as a child she’d been home alone and wanted something from her mother’s room. She’d opened her bureau drawers. One had sweaters. Beading covered the entire front of an aqua-colored cardigan, soft, weighty with sequins, pearls and teeny silver balls. One had swimsuits. Kneeling by the drawer she’d splayed them on the carpet. Who was this person who wore Hawaiian-flowered outfits, belly exposed, featuring thighs? Not a swimmer. Not a mother. Her mother had worn high heels, but her feet, strangely, had looked old in them. ❍ “I don’t know,” she said. “What was I talking about?” She had mentioned a friend who had recently visited. Now she couldn’t remember what she had intended to say. “Oh well. It wasn’t important.” At another time she would have said, “Oh well. It’ll come back to me.” 99 �❍ “And I’ve just talked the whole time,” she said as the conversation drew to a close. “I wanted to know about you. Find out how you are doing.” She said the same thing at the end of every conversation. “I’m going to be eighty,” she’d continued, almost in a whisper. “I’m going to be sixty.” (It had just come out.) While she privately had scorned her mother for underpreparing for her death, (“Anyone deserves better,” she’d said to herself, picturing the enhanced quality that her mother’s final years would assume if consciously engaged in), with oversights like the above, she couldn’t help but wonder how much of her scorn was merely a projection of her own avoidance of the subject. “How does it feel to be almost eighty?” Had she not asked because she didn’t want to know? Imagine leaving her mother alone, stranded with feelings that so obviously frightened her! Usually it was her mother that swished the subject away. 100 �“I wish I could knit,” she’d drawled, as if, magically, her daughter might make it so. “My friends say ‘why don’t you just try,’ but my surgeon said ‘your knitting days are over!’ ” “Your knitting days are over!” she’d repeated, mimicking his sternness, experiencing again the torture of the verdict. (Her mother’s old, olive-colored skin crinkled along the extremities.) Her mother’s knitting had always been looser than hers. 101 �“Look at that face” “Look at that face.” The woman was staring at a Matisse. The portrait was of a youngish woman with large sad eyes. To her, the model’s expression — chin narrow, forehead broad — was not as striking as her friend’s command. As they stepped into an adjoining (more contemporary) room, they’d agreed that — well — (she was still thinking, not about the face, but about the negative space behind the words calling it to her attention). ❍ What in her face had so moved her grandmother, she wondered. She couldn’t have been more than a toddler. So that it must have been something inbred. Probably a feature she still had. Or perhaps one her grandmother had had or had wished she’d had. Her face, she felt, had never let her down. Her cheeks were trim, not lazy, though there had been a period when they’d seemed bland, expressionless, shy. Her body, likewise, had taken on a square, sort of nondescript, blah-ness. 102 �It occurred to her that the quality in her face admired by her grandmother might be different from the one she herself appreciated. Perhaps Matisse had painted the longing he’d hoped a woman might feel for him? Having no idea of whether she’d actually felt that. ❍ “It was just hard to read, that’s all.” Her mother paused. “Because I knew how much he loved you.” Her mother referred to a section about her grandfather in a long autobiographical poem that she had written some years earlier. Several less than positive references to her mother had prevented her from calling this work to her attention. “Where did you find it?” she had asked, instead of responding to her mother’s concern about her grandfather. “Barnes & Noble.” Then she’d launched into a defense of her father. As her mother’s story progressed, she had found her attention drifting further and further away. “He wasn’t mean, honey. He never refused to give me what I wanted.” 103 �“But he made you cry. I’d come home from school and you’d be weeping on the phone. I couldn’t forgive him for making you cry.” ❍ Her thoughts drifted to Yukiko and she took out her pen: Gentle, quiet, graceful though Yukiko was, she was (they would never say so) an embarrassment to her sisters. The fact that she had passed the marriageable age (she reached thirty without a husband) was like a thorn in the family side reminding them of the gradual decline in status of the Makioka name and the concomitant need for adjustment in their attitude. It used to be, as members of an old and established household, that the willful rejection of an even slightly deficient suitor was in keeping with their reputation and prosperity. But extravagance (their father had been an ostentatious spender) and mismanagement were having their effect. Tatsuo, the eldest sister Tsuruko’s husband, who became the head of the family after their father died, discovered the deceased man’s business to be heavily in debt. It was Tatsuo ultimately, against “loud” protests from his sisters-in-law, who took the decisive step to sell the shop. Worried about his responsibility as family heir, he chose what for him would be the safer, more familiar course — to stay in banking. Oddly, it was also Tatsuo, austere, retired, almost 104 �timid, who took up the cause (apropos Makioka’s new lowered standards) of finding Yukiko a husband. One of the executives in Tatsuo’s bank acted as the go-between. The candidate was heir to a wealthy family, himself an executive of a bank in a provincial city. Though Tatsuo know Yukiko was loathe to leave Kobe, her wishes on this score were too irrelevant to be taken seriously. (In his opinion the provinces suited her shy, non-urbane ways.) Since the two banks corresponded, Tatsuo was privy to all the information he needed concerning the man’s character, finances, and social position, which was, if anything, a little too high for the current standing of the Makiokas. Yukiko however was not predisposed to approve of the choice by the very brother-in-law who, in selling the family’s business, had behaved in a way that violated (she was certain) her dead father’s wishes. What’s more, she found the man countrified. Yukiko didn’t need her degree from a ladies’ seminary to spot his lack of breeding. She would be quite unable to respect him. Rather than saying so directly (one of her main shortcomings was seldom to say enough to make herself well understood), she hemmed and hawed, giving vague answers that could be taken to mean anything. Tatsuo, conveniently, took her reticence to mean that she was not hostile to the proposal. So that when, in the end, 105 �she said a flat “No — the fellow lacks an intelligent face,” Tatsuo was stunned. He privately suspected her of deliberately trying to embarrass him (a grave misreading of Yukiko’s nature). Yukiko was happiest when allowed to live out her life in the household of her second oldest sister Sachiko. Their Kobe home was modern and casual and Etsuko, her niece, thrived on the exclusive ministerings of her cultured aunt. In some ways Yukiko was closer to Etsuko and a better “mother” to her than Sachiko (which fact Sachiko recognized and was grateful for — felt relieved by). Forever useful here, Yukiko dreaded being called to the Main House in Osaka when her brother-in-law and Tsuruko periodically got it in their heads that she more properly belonged there. She also dreaded the increasingly infrequent miai arranged on her behalf by an assortment of matchmakers. She said nothing of course. Silently she participated in one after another. They seemed frequent because of her mortification at being paraded before the unappreciative — her delicate, slender, old-world beauty was not what they wanted (placing her in the demeaning position of entertaining rejection by her cultural inferiors) as well as the fact that they jeopardized her present living arrangement which privately she found most satisfactory . . . she remained relatively unnoticed. To her credit, Sachiko, determined to find a man who 106 �preferred, nay who would downright insist on a woman of Yukiko’s caliber, ardently defended her. But as time went on, a promising candidate (“bird-in-hand”) weakened even Sachiko’s integrity. Ironically it was Sachiko’s lively presence, her more accessible beauty, that dwarfed Yukiko’s more subdued one. Indeed the younger sister appeared, beside the ever-bright older, a bit moody. Recently a faint spot, a mere shadow that came and went in cycles was showing itself over Yukiko’s left eye. Sachiko and Teinosuke were worried that it would negatively affect the opinion of a new prospect that had been found through the good offices of Itani, their hairdresser. (Sachiko, knowing Itani’s fondness for arranging marriages, had left Yukiko’s photograph with her.) Itani, it turned out, had sent the picture to a man she heard about but didn’t hear back from for so long, she nearly forgot him. Then she learned he was busy investigating Yukiko’s background. Itani meanwhile had gleaned the following about the man: 1) He is an office worker at M.B. Chemical Industries, a French company. 2) He lives with his mother in a small house that he purchased some time ago by installment. 3) Though he is over forty, he looks younger. 4) He has never been married. (This was the biggest plus. The Makiokas had more or less given up hope of finding a previously unmarried man. Also that he might know a little French was of 107 �interest.) 5) His photograph reveals a plain enough person, a middling office worker — one can tell at a glance. 6) His income accordingly is moderate — what one might expect. Segoshi actually managed to spend a few moments alone with Yukiko at the hasty miai that was conducted. When he later requested a second interview (just with her), she didn’t refuse, which was uncharacteristic of her, nor had she objected to an x-ray and skin examination when at one point the question of the strange mark over her eye became the focus of attention. Though she revealed by not the slightest quiver her true feelings on the matter, her docility — might this in itself be an indication that even Yukiko was concerned about spinsterhood? How seriously did she take the old adage “bad luck chases women born in the year of the ram”? Segoshi’s investigations were now complete and he was anxious to move forward, but the Main House in Osaka, for some reason, dallied. Itani was relentless and Sachiko in turn grew impatient with the Main House. She watched herself become more and more hopeful that this time the negotiations would succeed. With a little distance and greater objectivity however she realized that their very desire for a match (out of all proportion to what they could reasonably expect) had the perverse effect of dazzling them, heightening their excitement (possibly even their greed). Was a contract 108 �with this man really suitable? The check and balance system provided by the two houses, much as she resisted it — the slowness especially — had its advantages. Finally a call came from Tsuruko. “It’s a good thing we took our time,” she began. “It seems that the mother, whom we were told had palsy, is in fact mentally ill. She doesn’t even recognize her own son.” Sachiko understood. A strain of insanity in Segoshi’s blood posed an insurmountable difficulty. He would have to be refused. “There is nothing to be done, Yukiko,” Sachiko consoled, her, gently enough. ❍ The woman’s ribs. That afternoon she had placed her hand on several. She had expected to feel bone but instead, there was a hodge-podge of bumpy flesh. “Feel mine,” her massage therapist had said. (She’d wanted her to understand how to breathe diaphragmatically.) “Place your hands on my rib cage and feel my inhale,” she’d said as she’d picked up hands that had just felt her own dismally weak one. She’d expected sharp poky spindles encircling air. 109 �Coo. Coo. Coo. Coo. Coo. Coo. Ancient bird on a long slow evening. Your whisper is my mother. “He stopped smoking cigars after a lifetime of smoking cigars. Don’t you remember, honey. Your grandmother was so mad.” “At what?” “At his dying. For leaving her alone. She lived twelve more years. I’m surprised you don’t remember.” “When he died, she must have been bereft.” Her mother’s voice dropped. ❍ “My doctor,” she began. “What was I saying? Oh yes. My doctor says that my walking and my aspirin are what keep me alive.” She was silent for awhile. “Except I’ve had to cut way back on my walking. After about twelve minutes, my arms and hands hurt.” Suddenly she came alive. “Your grandmother walked. She walked everyday. It kept her spirits up.” She recalled her grandmother’s intentional and vigorous stride. 110 �“One day she was walking in the loop. She was just beyond the city gates when a black man knocked her down, grabbed her purse and ran away. She didn’t have much money in her purse. But she hurt her hip. After that she was never the same.” ❍ The sweet singing of birds and then the steady peal of an old church bell abruptly with the dawn. She lay there listening. This had been the second time birds — their pre-dawn clamor — had pleasantly extended her day. Actually, when she thought about it, she wondered why this hadn’t happened every morning — the birds’ ruckus being just as loud and just as early. The church bell also sounded regularly. Its slow, scratchy, Cotswolds-pounding swell. ❍ “It blooms all year,” the salesperson said. “Depending on how you feed it, you can get blue, purple, rose or even eggnog-colored blossoms.” While she appreciated the information, she wondered why the woman had assumed that she would tire of its pleasant pink. 111 �As a child she’d had a hydrangea tree. She’d called its flaky flowers snowballs. In the winter they’d all die at once shielding the ground in a blue-white cover. “It’s odd,” she thought. “The salesperson has been touting its inherent ‘evergreen’ nature, whereas my heart recalls its spectacular demise.” The hydrangea had replaced a small Japanese Maple she had purchased the previous fall. The merchant had told her that though its branches would be barren over winter, if she simply waited, it would blossom in the spring. Meanwhile she needn’t even water it. Indeed, she had waited and indeed it had just begun to sprout lovely purple leaves (its limbs were singing) when suddenly they’d gone limp. “They look like a sick old woman,” she’d thought. Her next thought had been aphids. Of course she didn’t know for sure. What she did know, however, was that this emaciated stack of sticks was now depressing. The hydrangea had made her happier than a “solution” to her problem warranted. Just picturing it made her tingle inside. A common plant. It was nothing special. Even the saleswoman, embarrassed at its plebian color, had recommended fiddling with its diet. 112 �❍ Coo coo coo. Down the chimney echoed a dreary day. She wasn’t the only person pre-dawn birds were startling out of their sleep. The image of someone that she expected to see in the afternoon bubbled through her mind. She knew that he liked to be welcomed warmly, greeted at the door with a big smile. She pictured herself opening the door early so that he would see her when he rounded the corner from the elevator. “Hi!” she’d yell, leading him in, following him as he shuffled over to the sofa. Even if she didn’t feel particularly exuberant on a given day, the desire to please him in a small, entirely-withinher-means way, she’d realized, would control her behavior. Randomly she pictured his grandchildren. “Be sure to give grandpa a big hug, tell him how much you love him and how happy you are to see him, okay?” was her fantasy of their mother’s forthcoming-visit protocol. Would his grandchildren make fun of him? Mimic him in their play? “Hi, grandpa!” And burst out laughing so hard they wouldn’t (doubled-over) get to the wellknown end? 113 �Suddenly she felt sorry for him. Or was it herself, fixated on a “foible” that most people would find endearing? She wondered which of her own foibles imaginary grandchildren might choose to pantomime. It was a brutal mirror, certainly, boiling oneself down to a laughable caricature. Thinking about it she recalled the Ishiguro tale that several years earlier she had chronicled: The paintings of Masuji Ono, now retired, had commanded considerable attention in the days before the second world war. He recalled the celebrations, the hoopla surrounding his receiving the Shigeta Foundation Award, for example, put on by his pupils at the old Migi-Hidari (since the war it had disappeared along with all the other bars of their district’s pleasure quarter) and how oddly, despite the congratulations and speech after speech in tribute to his achievement, the expected feeling of triumph and deep fulfillment which the award should have brought, had been missing. When the feeling finally came, it had come unexpectedly, in an afternoon of solitude. Several days after the public festivities, he had suddenly been inspired to visit his former teacher Mori-san and had boarded a train to Wakaba, a province he had by 114 �this time avoided for sixteen years, though he hadn’t been able to avoid news of Mori-san and was aware of the steady decline in his reputation. Lately in fact he had noticed that Mori-san was exhibiting in unprestigious halls and he had even heard a rumor that Morisan, fulfilling his own dire parting prediction for him — Ono, had begun illustrating popular magazines. No doubt Mori-san, on his side, had heard about the Shigeta Foundation Award. As he had made his way out to the villa — a path once trodden over and over, various possible conversations between the two of them had drifted through his mind. Strolling up the mountain he’d stopped to admire the view and relaxed for a bit in the wild grass. At that moment he was overcome by the deep sense of satisfaction that had until now escaped him. It was a profound feeling of happiness stemming from the certainty that his efforts had not been made in vain. The risks he had taken, the extreme sacrifices, had proven worthwhile. He had achieved something of real value and distinction. Thus it came as quite a surprise, when negotiations were getting underway for his younger daughter’s miai, to hear from her older sister (whose opinions he sensed mimicked those of her husband — Suichi’s experience in the war had left him bitter, resentful and vociferous in his condemnation of previous supporters of the Imperialist movement), that “precautionary steps” were in 115 �order to make certain that the outcome with the Saitos didn’t repeat last year’s failure with the Miyakes, a family of far less influence. The very fact that it was out of character for Setsuko to make any sort of incriminating remark pertaining to her father made what, upon reflection, were quite pointed ones, all the more troublesome. The sidelong glances, the knowing looks exchanged between the two sisters — his sense that the whole atmosphere between them changed when he walked in the room — had contributed to his impression that they were concerned. Understandably, since the way the Miyakes switched positions, so abruptly and at a point when to all appearances the negotiations were going smoothly (implying a specific reason, some obstacle they deemed insurmountable but giving not the slightest clue as to what that might be) the whole family had been on edge. Noriko was at an age where remaining single would soon be an embarrassment. Difficult as it was for him to envision his career in any other light than immensely favorable, he had to admit that times had changed. The war effort, in the name of which he had abandoned his up-until-then distinctive style (Mori-san’s style) had wrought so much destruction, created so much devastation and pain in the lives of so many (he himself lost his wife and son) that the innocence (good intentions) of those who had supported it, could no longer be taken for 116 �granted, especially by young people. He had heard Suichi’s scathing commentary. His own tyroesque pupil recently requested (granted he had been polite and made his discomfort obvious; nonetheless he was forced by financial realities — he seemed almost desperate — to overcome his reluctance) a letter from him confirming their disagreement over making posters for a particular war project. The pupil’s hireability hinged upon his verifying a trumped-up –once-upon-a-time dissociation! That exquisite loyalty to one’s conscience could lead to actions which future generations deemed shameful — he felt the blow at the core of his being. Nothing could be assumed. Take Ichiro. How unnerved the boy became at the mere hint by his grandfather that pretending to be Lord Yoshitune might be more interesting than playing Lone Ranger or Popeye (granted Ichiro’s renditions of the latter — including bilge, meant-to-be English — were highly amusing). But why a cowboy? A samurai warrior or ninja — ninja of the wind for example — he couldn’t help but feel would be far more salutary (instructive) for a child of seven. What continued to weigh on his mind were his teacher’s words that night in the storeroom just prior to the eruption in their relationship. Having tired of the entertainment provided by a valued pleasure-quarter friend of 117 �Mori-san’s, he had sought refuge in the quiet storeroom. He had been sitting in relative darkness when Mori-san himself appeared and seemed bent on conversation. He wouldn’t have said anything had Mori-san not pressed, but Mori-san had pressed, and eventually he had admitted to being puzzled by the fact that they, as a school, devoted so much of their time enjoying the company of, studying and painting pleasure-quarter characters. Whereupon came Mori-san’s fervent, “The finest, most fragile beauty an artist can hope to capture drifts within those pleasure houses after dark.” Mori-san, as close to pontificating as he ever came, elaborated on the difficulty of capturing their transitory, illusory qualities. He himself, up to that point, was convinced that an artist’s primary concern must be to capture beauty wherever he finds it. Indeed it was his belief that had made Mori-san and himself so compatible. But lately he questioned, in the face of the changing times — adults impoverished, children orphaned, cultural values disintegrating in the wake of blatant and crude financial ones — whether painting courtesans was enough. Eventually he’d decided it wasn’t. As a consequence he was ousted, expelled as a traitor (having been his teacher’s star protégé). With one sweep he’d lost his community, his mentor and even any assurance that he would be able to continue painting. 118 �Once again the picture had shifted subtly. Now that Noriko was married and pregnant with Taro Saito’s baby, both sisters had expressed astonishment that their father had taken the “precautionary steps” that he had. Setsuko’s heartfelt, “Father painted some splendid pictures, and was no doubt the most influential amongst other such painters. But father’s work had hardly to do with these larger matters of which we are speaking. Father was simply a painter. He must stop believing he has done some great wrong.” And even Ichiro’s touching, “Oji’s not to worry.” When he had not succeeded as he ardently promised to extract permission from the boy’s mother for Ichiro to drink a prized drop of sake at the family dinner that night (which clearly had echoed a tone that child heard his parents using) surprised him in the extreme. Lately Setsuko had out and out denied having ever uttered the words “precautionary steps”! If he were to take their present stance literally, the implication was quite obviously that what he thought he heard from them before the miai was nothing more than a projection of his own unacknowledged (and quite unconscious) guilt and shame. It was difficult to believe he had distorted things so radically. All those visits he had forced himself to make to ascertain that nothing detrimental to Noriko stemming from his career as an artist (no unaddressed solecisms) would emerge when 119 �the Saitos investigated his family — if what his daughters were now saying was true, such “precautions” had been out of place. But he had been so certain. His early painting style earning him Mori-san’s tutelage, his patriotic turn making his work legion, his sense more recently of needing to back-pedal — each move had seemed abundantly clear. ❍ Blood red leaves amongst the eucalyptus. Chimes swaggered in a breeze. A luminous night (at the beginning of her life). “The longest day of the year,” she’d thought poised to hear the birds. At 7:00 o’clock, dusk was porous with light. Her chimes sputtered. Still no birds. An engine in the distance revved, then re-revved. The low hum of cars, the bay, bay dogs, a boom box (its sepulchered thump) pulled her from her reverie. 120 �book three ��Who is Kai? “Who is Kai?” His questions. Gary Snyder’s answers. Insistent chirps fizzling to a thread. The cool hill broods birds warbling before light. Is it the heat in light they want to avoid? It brought back her summers in the blackened coastal mountains (the heavy feelings she’d had, remnants of which still cropped up). So Gary says granola and she thinks, “milk, but up there there is no milk . . . does he eat it dry . . . does he just take fistfuls with his pilfered instant coffee?” (She forgot about instant milk — that it existed.) ❍ So why am I thinking about food when Gary is climbing to Horseshoe Lake? Why am I wondering how he can 123 �stand cooking in the rain (raincoat-hood over head) feeling clammy, miserable, stuck. It is reversible but if you’re that conscious . . . “Bones. Please move. Do your thing, okay. Just cooperate (for once).” Think’n: “Why does everybody else look like they’re hav’n a good time?” Dirty hands hook tangled hair over itchy ears, again. Nose drips. No hands to reach into inaccessible pocket (under raincoat under bulging belt). Sooty smoke but how much heat, really. ❍ So birds. Mud, rain, dirty feathers or not (though they have to preen — if their feathers get matted, it’s bad news). Not only that. They need their feathers light, wispy, fluffed to the maximum. Preen all day. Every minute you’re not eating (or gathering food). So you could say, “Well, think of delectable meal in rain-fresh air. Think of sun, wind, sky. Think of trees, blowing branches, flowers.” Anyway, birds seem to do fine in the serial outdoors. 124 �❍ “I’m a kinesthetic learner,” the person had said. “I need to write it down and WHILE I’M WRITING . . .” I think to myself: “I just write to get something READABLE. THEN I learn.” But it’s annoying. If the teacher says, “Wrap your right hand around your left ankle and thread your elbow through your arm . . .” I hear the word hand, but I can’t picture, right off, what that is. I can’t wait to READ it. It’s particularly annoying in that I’m not a visual person. I need to read but I’m not visual. Reading = slowed time. I learn through my heart, via some brain/eye combination. ❍ The wooden hill dripped with mist. “Will it ever lift,” she’d thought watching a Japanese man dash to the pool with his five kids. All wore parkas in Americancandy flavors. His face, lifting one of them, up, over the fence, so the child could open an unexpectedly-locked gate from the inside. But he couldn’t. Something was the matter. The father’s confusion. The patience of the other four. Eventually they left. 125 �Had they been thinking about going swimming? It seemed unlikely. Perhaps the pool was a shortcut to some other part of their condominium’s property. She admired the man’s energy which seemed easy, fun-loving. ❍ Their (the daffodils’) surprise white at the evening’s climax. The white of blue. The white of sky-blue water. So the teacher says, “Get a slant board, a mat, a chair, a blanket — the slant boards are outside . . .” and I look at the clock and think, “Ten to eleven. Twenty-five more minutes.” Because I have that sluggish feeling. I don’t want to get the board. I don’t want to think about placing the mat over its slim end. I look around. Everyone is hopping to it. “Oh boy,” one woman says to her helper/buddy. “I can go home and really have fun with this!” I’m think’n, “I’m not even interested.” And yet I am interested. Even more interested than the excited woman. I care with all my being. I could cry I care so much. 126 �The white flowers startle and I’m interested. But not with my whole being. ❍ A man who goes on bird walks. He wants to know the name of . . . The leader just wants to say her spiel and get on with things, other people, lunch. The man, on a scale of one to ten, is how interested in the answers to his questions? (But he doesn’t know it. He thinks he’s interested. He thinks of himself as a curious person and likes that about himself.) He also likes the words that come with the leader’s explanations. ❍ Tweet tweet. Tweet tweet tweet tweet tweet. Tweet tweet. Tweet tweet tweet tweet tweet. Tweet tweet. Tweet tweet tweet tweet tweet. Now this conversation is interesting. I think everyone will agree (if you’re being honest with yourself). It’s completely fascinating. The only reason you’d stop listening is if it stopped or if you were pulled away. 127 �❍ The woman upstairs shrieks into her portable phone. She wanders on and off her porch screeching Punjabi at the top of her lungs. Probably she thinks, “No one speaks Punjabi. I can yell as loud as I want.” I’m think’n, “Who in their right mind would listen to anything said to them in such a tone of voice.” More compassionately: “She probably senses that people don’t respect her so she screams, figuring decibel commands (if nothing else). But it doesn’t elicit, and on some level she’s aware of this.” I hear her pace the floor. Other people are there, but hers is the only audible . . . I hear young footsteps. I’m figur’n she’s what — maybe fifty? 128 �The yellow sky and its descendants The yellow sky and its descendants. And mine. Mine too. “I don’t remember,” she said. “I don’t remember the name of the book or the writer. I like being a member though. Mainly we talk. Have a bite. I’d read anyway.” Her mother had always liked to read, but increasingly over the years, she’d read for larger and larger chunks of the day. “I’m boring. I know that,” she’d interjected suddenly. “Everyone I know keeps very busy.” ❍ “Termites,” she’d said. “Her house has termites, so she cancelled her trip to Alaska. Termites are very expensive.” She’d said it in a tone that implied that few people would be able to afford the luxury. “But JoAnne can afford it, can’t she, mother?” “Termites are expensive,” her mother repeated. ❍ “Would you like me to leave you a card that says what I do,” the young woman had asked. It was a gesture of kindness. She knew her mother admired her and talked 129 �about her to others. She also knew that when people asked what she did, her mother could never quite remember. “I took her card but now I can’t remember what I did with it,” her mother had said. She had just asked about Camille’s line of work. “It has something to do with acting,” she’d answered. “She lives in L.A.” She herself had never known Camille, but appreciated her consideration and sweetness to her mother. “She teaches acting maybe. I think she teaches acting to disabled children. She’s very good at it.” She wondered how her mother knew. ❍ The morning emerged, sweet solemn unusual. Its tug. “Join me. Join me. Enter me here.” No birds cawed. No mowers in the distance. “Sharpen your breathing!” The teacher’s words through the heightening light. She had been looking forward to coming. Now, though she was here, a part of her was still looking forward to coming. 130 �Sun and cold crossed the room at the same moment. ❍ Jabbering. The Indian man sawed and the shavings slid through his porch planks onto her porch planks. “The Dow Jones . . .” his radio blared. She had rejected the idea of calling up to him — “Please turn down your radio and cover your floor” — thinking that he probably didn’t speak English. “Hey! The reporter’s speaking English. He’s fucking making an English racket.” Still, something in her refrained. Later, sweeping up the still-thick debris, she’d wondered. She didn’t feel anger. Normally she would have been enraged. ❍ A deep voice answered the phone. A workman’s voice, foreign and uneducated. “If you need to reach Valentino . . .” a machine began. Then someone picked up the line. The woman had told her to call her at her home number. Something about his voice said that she wasn’t supposed to hear it. She wasn’t supposed to know about that part of the woman’s life. 131 �❍ Wind whorled the day’s dusk. (Its dark clotted sound.) A pence. A sixpence. A penny for your thoughts. One was gum. The man’s memory. The seats, their undersides, a field of pink bumps. “What else?” “There used to be a man . . . he’d walk, carrying a radio. If he stopped he’d die (I told myself he’d tell himself).” “Was he friendly?” “I began to feel friendly. One day I approached him. He growled, literally snarled something unintelligible.” “Maybe he felt that talking would require stopping.” ❍ The woman snapped. Her gray wool sweater, rose short shorts, and her sense. Her endless line of reason. “What was her reason?” “Rhythm. Rhythm was her reason. Every so often she simply needed to. That’s all.” “Explode?” “Arrange a certain kind of attention to envelope her, swathe her, molest her again. She’d get punchy.” 132 �“Punchy?” “Her rightness commanded a focused block of time.” ❍ Fat and rosy. Her hydrangeas busted out. Facing the hill, they laughed, blushed, shed a few pale petals. “He fell,” she’d said. “He climbed up to fill the bird feeder and slipped. He’s okay now. He says hi.” She paused to catch her breath. “So as not to be outdone, I tripped on some wire leaving a store. I fell flat on my face. The owner had the wire covered but, you know, little notches stuck out.” She hardly knew what to say. “As soon as I got home I iced it and this morning it was fine!” “That’s amazing mother!” She’d gathered her courage. “Is your face okay?” “I didn’t hit my face. I put out my hand. It was my knee that got the brunt of it.” ❍ “It’s very dry here,” she’d answered. “All the lawns are parched and there are no flowers.” Her mother’s voice cracked. “We’d be lost without our sprinklers.” 133 �“Are you rationed?” She’d thought of California. In times of drought, people were embarrassed to water their lawns. “They said it wasn’t necessary. It’s depressing to see the grass turn brown.” She knew the feeling. Still, the image of her mother’s kelly green yard, sprinkers going in the midst of a water shortage . . . 134 �Horsetail clouds Horsetail clouds whip from the south. Their sound on contiguous water. Enjoying the early sun, the beginnings of heat in the still-cool day. No birds. A dog bounds up a hill, hauling his master. The hill is steep. The dog seems fine, but the man? From the way he stoops, it seems he is in pain. Mainly she wondered if he excused himself, as she did, from little things (the “correct” parts of something). Her teacher, for example, had given her a mudra, a sequence of movements that cumulatively built up heat. At several points in the sequence one’s arms were raised. First you swallowed, then slowly lowered your arms as you expelled the breath. “Swallowing forces the energy down,” her teacher had explained. Which made sense. Yet each time she got to the place where her arms were raised and she needed to swallow, she’d either forget or excuse herself. ❍ “The daffodils look stupid,” she thought gazing at the crabby hill. “Dressed for a summer day . . . 135 �“Poor things,” she’d added, leaning over the rail, getting a feel for the squeamish grass and trees. “It’s downright freezing out here.” Brisk chimes and the echo of wind. The choppy bay shoved unready air, which stumbled over itself. ❍ Most of his life he’d been a runner, he said. At sixtyfive, he still worked out each day in his home gym, but what really attracted him was yoga. “I go to a class and it’s all women. I don’t feel comfortable,” he complained. She pictured him in a typical studio surrounded by thirty-something, fairly limber women. Of course he’d feel uncomfortable. First Shiva. Then men men men. Initially women hadn’t even been allowed. “Still,” she thought, “the superstars are mostly male.” The realization had startled her. Her classes were filled with females yet her teacher and her teacher’s teacher . . . She wanted to think that women brought a certain delicacy to the practice, a sensitivity that men lacked. But when she thought about it, the few truly powerful women teachers were not that way. (She did know 136 �several exquisitely sensitive women teachers but they were not on the superstar track.) “Superstardom hardly precludes authenticity,” she mused to herself. Yet she’d noticed a pushiness (or drive). Maybe drive was a better word. “It’s different from aggression. Aggression is violent whereas drive is an inborn quality that simply expresses itself in the integrity of an individual presence.” Violence is added-on. (She was getting it.) Naturally it would be featured in a culture that exalts adornment. ❍ The dubious hill. The silent banner of the hill. Okay. Think about silence. “That moment in the morning when I leave my room. No one is home. No one is around the building.” “How do you feel?” “I notice the quiet immediately. My bones relax. It’s a different kind of quiet from other times during the day.” “What’s different?” “It’s like steam. It’s as if the quiet can’t contain itself so it lets off something. A hum. It’s very peaceful.” “What else?” 137 �“God is present. I tiptoe about being very careful, very respectful.” “How can you tell?” “The air vibrates. ‘Om Shanti,’ it says. Even if a mower or gardener passes with a leaf blower or trimmer, let’s say, God’s silence isn’t affected.” “I’ve heard that at death, as the senses depart, one will still hear one’s loved ones, the sound of their thoughts, for example.” ❍ “Don’t just breathe. Feel the prana in the air and breathe in that,” the teacher had said. The air smelled like urine. The day was warm and it felt pleasant to be in class. Inhale. He had also said that balance was not just not falling over. “Balance is the stability of lightness,” he’d explained. “It can be scary. Sometimes, just when people find their point, they fall over.” She had had that experience. “Lightness is the normal human condition,” he’d said. 138 �❍ “Your back is straighter again this month,” her massage therapist remarked. “The curve is less severe and the hump has flattened. It’s almost unnoticeable.” “Long-term scoliosis is intractable,” everyone said. Spine-wise, she might straighten the energy, but the bones themselves would never change. It made sense but she wasn’t convinced. “YES!” her body screamed when she’d accidentally land in some stretch for which (it felt this way) she had waited all her life. She’d hang out for awhile, pulling inside. She was sure her bones were scrambling into alignment. (Listening to them tripping all over themselves, dashing toward their correct place.) A parent bird hears her unborn chick turn in its egg no more clearly than she the vertebrae of her lower left back. ❍ “Your bunions aren’t just bunions,” the rolfer pronounced emphatically. “They’re part of your scoliosis.” “As are your poor digestion, shallow breath, weird (shifty) energy.” 139 �“Oh my God!” (It made sense but she had never thought about it.) The curvature had been noticed by a seamstress who’d altered her childhood skirts. One side had been a full two inches shorter than the other. “Did no one suggest surgery?” Maybe they had. She couldn’t remember. Barely audible birds Barely audible birds. And sun. Like a wall. She’d rounded a bend, a narrow forest road. Sun-soaked branches patterned its tar. Rose-black, amber-black, cerulean-black. (The sudden hopscotch of yellowwhite.) Was it the curve, its swaggering “s,” a piece of time, roused, helpless in her body? “Probably it was a feeling stored in your body, not a time, wouldn’t you say?” “Rounding the bend, desperate and clutchy. Whereas at that moment I had just finished a yoga class.” “Describe the sense.” “ ‘Just get me home. Please!’ I was crazed.” 140 �“Or opened like a vessel so that when tilted, an old condiment (anxiety) had suddenly slipped out.” ❍ “My drawing teacher,” she’d begun. Veins of white threaded her pony tail. From her graying skin, the ricocheting sun. The woman’s age. Her smile. Once the class had sung her “Happy Birthday.” She’d turned around, faced everyone squarely. “Not everyone would be able to receive such a gift with so much composure — is that what you’re saying?” “There was no ‘Aw no’ or ‘Please, you shouldn’t.’ ” ❍ “The jaw and the genitals,” the teacher began. “They’re energetically connected. Someone tight in the jaw . . .” “TMJ + wild sexual fantasies?” “I ask my beginners to do Lion’s Pose,” he’d continued. “I say, ‘Don’t be shy. Give it your all.’ They spread their tongue on their lower teeth . . . It’s a cultural thing.” He’d paused. 141 �“The whole region of the head should be, like a balloon, inflatable. “The tongue, for example, is a muscle. When you stretch it, it becomes longer (easy to rest its tip on the soft palate).” He had previously explained just how far back the soft palate actually was. ❍ “Hello.” Her voice croaked. Dredged up from . . . (“I no longer feel nostalgic,” the thin man had said, staring into space. His words from some abyss.) “You’re early. Usually you call at ten after. I wasn’t . . .” her words evaporated. “How are you dear?” “How are you? How’s the weather?” “It’s beautiful. So cool. Right now there’s a breeze.” She’d paused. “Last week it was roasting. If you so much as opened the door . . .” She’d paused again. “Oh I know something that’s new. I volunteered at the library. I’m going to work at a neighborhood branch four hours a week.” “That’s great, mother! What inspired you to do that?” “You know, honey, every time I go to the big library, the people there are so sullen. I look around. No one 142 �seems happy. But at the small library where I sometimes go, they are friendly and eager to help. I thought to myself, ‘I’m going to volunteer. It’s a great place to be.’ ” It seemed appropriate, somehow, that at the end of her life, her mother would work at a library. ❍ “The older I get, the less there is.” The thin man crossed his legs, gazed at the darkening sky. “I kick through feelings. And, like I said, I’m no longer nostalgic.” She understood. She had sometimes felt ashamed of her, of late, absence of nostalgia. When she’d finished something, it was finished. What pertained to it felt like a fetter. ❍ “She’s lost her youth,” the woman began. “She’s aged. She’s a doctor. She’s full into being a doctor.” It was said without a slur, but there was a slur. “She says she’s happy. That her marriage is happy. But she also says, ‘Well, I’m the breadwinner so . . .’ ” her voice trailed off. 143 �❍ “One Saturday morning — very early — a guy waved me over.” (The thin man was talking.) “I was running. He was on the other side of the road. ‘Hey,’ he’d said. ‘I just got out of prison. Been in prison twelve years.’ He had scars, a tattoo. A huge man.” He’d recrossed his legs. “His body needs to move,” she thought. “ ‘I got nowhere to go. No food.’ There was something wild about him.” He hesitated. “The guy almost cried. (I slipped him a twenty.) I could see he hadn’t quite expected it. Things like that. I’d miss that.” (He had been talking about maybe moving.) ❍ Evening ascends. Bronze light on the hilltop. Screech screech screech plus the wheeze of early crickets. “It’s too hot,” she’d said. “I get depressed when I can’t be in the sun for at least a little while.” Her mother’s skin had darkened. Olive-complected, she had, in the sun, simply turned olive-er. In her youth a white summer dress had been almost like a pearl. She recalled the pale shades. 144 �❍ “So her gifts were too shiny?” “Always. A ray off.” “Do you understand the sun? Are you a sun person?” “No. I like the sun hidden. I bask in its aftermath.” 145 �Tweet tweet Tweet tweet. Tweet tweet. (Despite the black eerie night.) Smokey clouds rumbled around the sky. “Sweltering,” the woman reported, feet immersed in bubbly soapy water. “Sweat simply dripped off me.” The woman’s voice, like a radio, drifted from the other room. “Of course it was beautiful,” her odd monotone continued. “We hiked. The wine country was fun but,” she’d stopped, “there was no air conditioning!” “Even in stores!” The manicurist seemed astounded. “Well, the hotel lobby was coolish. I’m sure in Milan (pronounced Mee lan, rhyming with can) it’s different. There weren’t department stores or anything like that.” She’d paused. “It’s not something I’d repeat. I mean it was an experience. I’m glad I went.” Her voice trailed off. ❍ “Allow the ball of light in the agna chakra first to glow then gradually to descend purifying each body part. Roll it slowly around your throat, your heart, your lungs, your sacrum. Take your time. Get every spot.” 146 �Sun peeled through the blinds. It was Sunday. She had slept thirteen hours. Her teacher’s words, sucking them with her body, lozenge-like. ❍ Indian neighbors! The fact sat warmly. She had never lived in close proximity to an Indian family. For years she had lived amongst the Japanese (their sloppy-but-not-exactly-slovenly, at-home, ways). So used was she to the elegance (seen-ness) of their exterior, their quotidian noisiness had come as a surprise. But perhaps she was being too harsh. ❍ Mushy hill. The day, without sun, sagged. She’d dreamed she’d been in a hall, Othello-like, tiled and mirrored in green Egyptian splendor. Queenly beings roamed about, lavishly limbed and dressed. Her aunt was announced. She was dark black with choppy hair. Though richly attired, her posture was obsequious. “Your mother is dead.” (The pronouncement from the court.) At first immobile, she had doubled over and 147 �sobbed. It felt like an earthquake, an impossible disaster, yet she alone need experience the blow. The shock had awakened her. Strange. Its residue was not horrific so much as exotic, foreign, inaccessible. ❍ “I don’t like to ingest things,” her mother had recently said rejecting acetyl l-carnitine as a memory stimulant. Her esophagus randomly burned. While she sympathized with her mother’s hesitancy, besides ginkgo biloba, not much was available to supplement one’s mental faculties, which were causing her endless frustration. Also, her phrase, “I don’t like to ingest things,” seemed, somehow, out of character. “Do you feel alone in the world,” she had asked a woman whose mother had recently died. “No. I just miss talking to her,” the person had answered. “I would sob at her death yet I don’t particularly want her to talk to her,” she’d thought. “That she’s there, that I know that she’s there, supported and content. But that would be true in death also.” (An Iago-like character danced around her extremities.) 148 �She tried to imagine what it would feel like to miss her living mother. A mother she knew was taking her son on a trip to help him pass the days while his father was away. She pictured the little boy missing his father terribly. But the picture was just a picture. ❍ In her dream there had been a quilted jacket. The memory of its soft cotton breast. A building had swished back from the street, an endless row of odd-shaped apartments. “This one is available,” the Indian owner had said pointing to any number of cavernous openings. He owned a similar building across the street. She tried to keep her attention on her purpose of renting a room but it kept shifting to the bolts of tie-dyed, quilted fabric he had stacked in floor-to-ceiling shelves. Vividly recalling her jacket. Imagining its sleeves. Rubbing her arms to re-feel their softness. ❍ “Pull the chi from your feet through the knees to the kanda,” the teacher began. So poetic were his instructions that she had trouble imbibing their meaning. 149 �Lavishing their resonance, clinging to the sounds. Sometimes she’d fall behind. So it was a risk. She did want to hear. But the sounds were . . . irresistible actually. “Now withdraw your senses.” he continued. “Allow the front of your spine to act as a magnet. Affix each sense solidly, then focus your attention at the third eye.” A warm feeling spread like butter over her chest and arms. ❍ Daisies! A bright yellow bunch in a gold-foil pot. “A little summer color for you, my darling,” ran the yellowpaper note. Tiny green buds, leafy green fingers, plus the still-green centers of the more mature blooms. Usually daisies were white. The shock of their laughter. ❍ Thin, spry, willowy. The woman’s long black braid scrolled down her spine, signing her Buddha t-shirt like a seabird’s wing signs waves. Beads at her throat. Rings on her toes. One toe had two. “Take your time,” she whispered. It came as a surprise. Such a simple instruction yet her body responded, instantly. 150 �“Take your time,” only this time louder. She’d sensed the effect and wanted to prolong it. “What a wonderful teacher,” she’d thought as she managed to stay balanced in the awkward position. Previously the woman had adjusted her arms slightly. “I wonder how she knows that half an inch would make such a difference?” Simple and tight, her braid rested on her back. When she’d had braids, they’d shed their hairs. Little spiky ends would fly all over. In the front, instead of lying flat, cowlicks had poked every which way. She’d felt disheveled. A mess. “Mess” still served as her default self-curse. 151 �Black dawn Black dawn. The sky growled. An old man with his puppies hovered in the approaching rain. Drops, first thin, just a misty film across her windshield. Could it simply be an especially wet morning? More drops. She’d turned on the wipers. Sure enough, after each swipe of the rubber blade . . . She was headed towards the mountains. Later, heading back, thick fog curtailed her vision. Rounding a bend in a blanket of whiteness. A cyclist wearing red swerved in small “s” patterns as he huffed and puffed over a crest. The rain had slowed but the trees spewed their heavy drops. Thud. Thud. “Makes it hard to keep his balance,” she’d thought, worrying for him. ❍ The yogi wore black. Her sweater, tights, socks absorbed the morning sun that spilled in through the sliding screen. “He selects his stones carefully,” she said. “I looked on the web. Called other jewelers. All of them are expensive.” 152 �She’d remembered that the last Vedic astrologer who’d read her chart also was a jeweler. The ups and downs of her mistrust. ❍ Gregorian bells. Their rustling as the day dropped behind the deer-strewn hill. “It could be a carpet. It could be woven in Victorian wool,” she’d thought gazing over the pine and tall mustard-colored grass. “Will you teach me pranayama,” the woman asked softly. She had just pushed this person to prepare herself for a task for which she was capable but hadn’t felt capable. Now . . . And yet it felt right. To grow into the position. To become the person that could. “Visualize a small blue flame at the base of your spine. At the crown (and hovering just above it) is a glowing fire. Allow the fire to suck up the flame (as a person would a straw). Then let it melt away, leaving a residue of silver thread.” While the teacher’s instruction was vibrant, opening to it, allowing it to seep, gradually, into her bones . . . 153 �❍ “What I like about a person is her ability . . . like to be in a room. I think I want to write about being in an empty room.” She’d pictured him at his wooden desk, writing with a pen. Alone with words. “The older I get the less I want to go out,” he’d said, warming to his subject. “My friends are just who they are, I guess. We don’t have to ‘do’ anything.” “Hang out. There’s an art to hanging out, I guess.” An old black jacket draped at his sides. He’d just been running. An orange baseball cap clung to his still-damp head. “I used to drink. When I stopped I started running. Now I can no longer find the point.” ❍ “She eats and eats. It’s out of control,” the mother said. “There’s no end to her consumption.” The girl had just been jilted. “I buy food. It’s gone. A whole pizza, gone!” She’d paused. “Ice cream. Quarts. I can’t buy anything.” 154 �“She’s trying to stay alive.” (She was trying to help the mother.) “What about respect? She thinks of no one but herself. Should I tolerate this?” (Her voice lowered.) “Her only relationship is with food. That’s all she cares about.” “The psyche needs to conserve its energy.” She’d said this. Inside, however, she’d worried terribly. ❍ “2607. That’s the building all right,” she’d said to herself. No door, no windows. “Lots of people have to get in somehow.” Stairs on the left led nowhere. On the right, however, a path ended at a phone. She tiptoed around the garbage. Just as she’d arrived, two sari-clad women stepped through a gate. The decrepitude, the filth, the disarray. Clearly the building’s owner was letting it fall apart. It felt uncomfortable to be here, even briefly. It crossed her mind that the astrologer himself could be the owner. 155 �❍ Her sleeves, their slight flare at the wrists and sheer crinkly fabric accentuating her thin exotic body. “Until I was eighteen I lived in Communist China,” she’d said. “Was your family Communist?” “No. I was raised a Christian. Only my parents’ understanding of Christianity was slim.” She tried to imagine harboring a Christian thought in what she knew about Mao’s regime. “Oh I just told myself it’s brainwashing,” she’d commented. “I was never affected.” 156 �The year without butterflies The year without butterflies. Hearing a woodpecker in the night, she’d remembered the missing Monarchs. Astride the hill, beneath one dead overhanging branch. A pine grows. Its fluffy needles brush the sunny afternoon. An Indian woman rushes down the street clutching her sari. Its indigo/sky-blue firing the bus stop while a skinny woman reads. Still there’s a breeze. An island for dogs and wet cool air. Both drag sand from places. The god’s dead skin melting in the mountain sun. Yellow sapphires had sprouted she’d read. Yet the scarcity of butterflies, yellow skin aside. Tigers too. Their yellow skin. Her yellow skin. Everyone’s untempered concern. ❍ She had overslept (though it seemed more like the sun was slow and she’d kept dozing, waiting). By the time she’d risen, the birds were quiet. White sky, nests, and the carcasses of trees. Their silhouettes in the silent morning. 157 �She could feel them in the trees, the bush, the outskirts of the hill. “Probably because their hearts beat so fast,” she’d told herself repeatedly. The vibration of their hum. “Little voice galaxies.” Coming from them it felt more hers. “A cockle shell is always special. One feels blessed, picking it up, listening, actually hearing the pulsing sea.” “I’m struck with how a general sound, like a caw or sigh (from the ocean, say) seems more personal (meaningful to me) than a more specific one maybe even addressed to me.” “Vagueness = space. I relate to that. (Locate myself within it.)” ❍ “Hari Krishna. Hari Om.” It was far away in the city but the sound of their chant, cymbals, drums. Even as she woke, long before the parade. Crickets, seething heat and their song. (Though she’d read that the air, its essence, is purest at 4:00 a.m.) The energy of the feast (their love of god so fresh). 158 �“A Hari Krishna person once proselytized me at an airport. I gave him money I didn’t have. I wish that hadn’t happened.” ❍ Heat bristled. Leftovers from the high noon sun shattered in early shadows. Childrens’ cries, their broken wails like wolves on an August night. “Help!” The shriek and pace childish. “No no!” Yelps. (Someone’s getting dunked.) “It’s almost dark. Strange that they’re swimming so late.” A monotoned male drones through the woodwork. His canned, carefully-trained, din. “Did you see the woman’s face?” (She meant her new Indian neighbor.) “I called upstairs. There was no answer.” ❍ An empty room. His. Aloneness at its peak. His ability. Flying in no alone moment but in its spacious quality, gently, delicately, being him. Someone comes over. An awkward beingness having now to come to terms. 159 �Knees knock. White stripes and cap. Their shabby clinging to what was. ❍ “The other man puffs himself up. Trying to be seen. Please. He says.” “How can you tell?” “I fall asleep. My eyes become sooooo heavy. His alert head only notices what’s inside it.” “So when he says, ‘I feel your respect,’ he’s talking about himself — what he feels visualizing himself visualizing him.” ❍ Alone. On the hill. A single white daffodil. “It looks like a blown-away piece of laundry,” she thought, gazing at the cold, brown grass. “There used to be a row of them, all perky and sweet.” In her book a girl (perky and sweet) had been raped at dawn while walking to a festival. She and a friend were skipping down the road, all elated in their bracelets, henna, song. Probably they were filled with things to tell each other. 160 �Later she’d hung herself. The thugs had mistaken her for the real woman they’d been hired to attack. The whole thing had been instigated by a man who wanted power. He’d racked his brains. Finally he’d rekindled an old point of contention. Feelings ran so deep and so broad on this well-cultivated issue, that the needle seemed unlikely ever to land in his precise corner. “I just keep thinking about the giggling little girls.” ❍ A young girl’s body, bloated with food. “Got’cha!” “Her war. Her everyday ‘2 fruits, 2 vegetables’ versus ‘fuck it’ — which — neither makes her happy.” “She tries to distract herself. Assure herself it’s not important.” “Or that it’s extremely important. The only thing of importance!” ❍ “She became so tired. I gave her the briefest instruction. We sat for about five minutes. She was wiped out!” 161 �“I get tired. But I hadn’t allowed myself to feel the exhaustion until I saw her do it. I tried to break it down. Only give her the bare essentials.” “You underestimate preparedness. Energetically the body has to be made ready.” ❍ “Ganesh. God of wisdom. Remover of obstacles. Elephants are the wisest of all beasts.” The teacher’s sharp thin body. Her perfect Sanskrit “r.” The coral echo in her Om as she led the chant. “I was beat. The heat, ants, deluge of facts. I was just lying there half asleep, but dying to know about Ganesh.” “I bet you thought White Tara or Green Tara would be your deity.” “It was strange. When I got home from the Vedic astrologer, I saw three different images of Ganesh in my room.” “Was it the animal part that had put you off ?” “I’m aware of shunning explicit animal energy, though I like fish (their silent light).” “The energy of Ganesh resembles that of Sanskrit, its four stages of arising.” 162 �❍ “A tone and can I be there for its various impregnations? Can I ride it like a wave the sea-floor’s mountainous range? Eon after eon and maybe a tip will emerge. If so, we get all excited.” “Birds know way beforehand.” “Seabirds hunt the bottomlands. Their peaks and valleys. They read them, smell them, sniff them, sway to them.” “A cliff ’s demise. Miles below the surface. Is its moan the cockle’s? The longing could have been.” 163 �Redwind daylong daylong “I don’t like people touching me,” commented the yogi in response to her complaints about a workshop that’d been organized around participants assisting each other in poses. While she grasped the rationale, the class had seemed an endless series of technicalities, switching places, talking. “It’s nice inwardly to feel out the nuances of one’s own correct alignment,” she’d added, encouraged. The more she thought about it, the more cheated she’d felt. “I don’t want strangers touching me,” the yogi repeated, brushing herself off, as if someone just had. ❍ “Rubato. Do you know what that means?” The teacher was emphatic. No one replied. “It means rubbery. If you’re playing music and the score says ‘rubato,’ you mentally keep the rhythm but you stretch it in an expressive way. Pranayama is the same. You stay with your breath, but not stiffly. Not like a log.” “The body is filled with rhythms,” he’d added. A healthy person’s hums. Notice in yourself.” 164 �She had actually. But she’d related it to sensitivity. Her mother, for example, vibrated at a very high speed. “She’s tuned like a viola,” she’d mused many times, somewhat in awe of her. ❍ “My bones are the vestibules of touch, or used to be” she thought to herself. If a masseuse, let’s say, had failed to apply enough pressure . . . “Err on the intense side. I’ll tell you if it’s too much,” she, once upon a time, would have rushed to instruct. She touched words. Not the word, but the word’s aura (the astral word). Massage, she thought, should be the same. “Massage isn’t massage,” she mused. “It’s a transference of consciousness. Everything depends on (1) the masseuse’s understanding and (2) the depth and harmony of the connection.” The odd part was that she was just figuring this out. ❍ “Agapanthus,” the woman had said handing her two long-stemmed ones. “Their root-balls are gritty, but their blossoms . . .” She knew. Patches of them grew wild along the edges of her hill. 165 �She’d put the two in a vase. Their fragility and cosmic sweetness. ❍ Wind roared. Chimes banged. A lingering racket at the day’s end. A baby eucalyptus slinked through the iron bars. “I’m scared,” said the thin man. He’d been sick, and before that, awake for three days visiting a friend. “I’m scared,” he repeated. His emaciated frame, shiny skull, book bag, glasses. ❍ “Wine! They’re wine-colored this year!” Her hoya had sprouted its tiny waxy blossoms. She’d glanced at her hydrangea recalling the salesperson’s advice. “Different foods create different colors.” She hadn’t fed it. Its blossoms were a stunning violet-pink. She had randomly used the word “memoir.” But “late bloomer.” For him, that’s what it was about. 166 �❍ “Crystal meth,” the man had said. “The whole northern part of the state is being affected. Jackson. Sonora.” She knew someone in Sonora who met the description to a “t.” “They crinkle their mouths.” (He imitated the look.) “They lick their lips and chomp their jaws. Constantly. Also they age. No matter how young, they start looking haggard.” ❍ “Viyasa said that pranayama is the greatest of all tapas (purifying acts),” the teacher explained having gathered the class in a small circle around him. “How does this work? We have less avidya.” “Ignorance of our true self leaves an imprint on the body/mind. We experience it as a contraction (me). Pranayama creates a psychic relaxation. It moves the chi. Loosens avidya up.” Yet she’d veer off — “Oh I don’t need to do that” or “I’ll just skip that part.” 167 ��book four ��Green hydrangeas Green hydrangeas! For several weeks now she had noticed the chartreuse cast to her potted flowers. “Soon they’ll turn pink like the first blossoms,” she’d thought, though she rather enjoyed their sweet, pale, celery-like color. The chill had slowly drained from the day. “September is the hottest month,” she schooled herself, getting ready. She looked more closely at her hydrangeas. Certainly they were no longer sprouts. “They really are green,” she’d exclaimed with irrational satisfaction. Pig! Her heart jumped. The little squiggly letters leapt out with intriguement. Not the dry, meaningless forms on a page that meant nothing to her except a task she 171 �couldn’t master. Here was a lovely pig and “pig,” the word, resonated, and the sound had letters that she could learn both to say and write. Indeed, learning (anything) was so hard, that it was hard to learn that it was hard to learn. There was a mouse too. And a foot. Her chest exploded. Dusk and its sounds. Her neighbor’s television blared. Lights popped on from distant windows. The ease of being. Without talk. Without the sound of ease. “Sri K. Pattabhi Jois says, . . . it is not good to talk too much. By talking too much, the power inherent in the tongue decreases and the power of speech is destroyed. (Though I’m not sure I understand what he means by ‘power inherent in the tongue.’)” “Like stones, sounds contain the residue of those to whom they’d belonged.” “The sound of rain. Or a mantra. Listening to the sound of the Sanskrit alphabet sung by one’s teacher in a jingle.” “Clouds and paths. Their sound to a walker. Crickets and children on a summer night.” 172 �“The plop of a pea to the ear of a mother whose son is far away.” Her thoughts turned to Krishna, how he’d taught that one comes to yoga in her life only by having practiced it in a previous life. “She is pulled toward it against her will, like a magnet,” he’d said in the Bhagavad Gita. “I think of a vase. Its space. The line that shapes it.” “A bird’s chirp. What’s more shapely?” “The sun’s square shadow on a browning slope.” “It’s the building,” she’d thought. “Lines compiling lines. The streak of a bird across their trajectory.” “Were there birds before this?” “Birds exist in real time. (Before the bird comes time for the bird.)” “Bird’s eggs. An albatross chick takes a very long time. It makes one hole, then another.” “Its parents meanwhile ‘talk’ to the egg. First through the shell, then through the holes in the shell.” 173 �“But they stay out of it. They are there, but they do nothing.” “The real time of their voice, through the shell, pulls the chick, against its will, like a magnet.” 174 �Quiet. The suddenly-silent night with its churning train Quiet. The suddenly-silent night with its churning train. Mustard grass blazed on the hill. (The occasional caw and somersaulting leaves.) “Could they be squirrels?” (She peered at the cluster.) For a moment it seemed so. But then, from their scurry, their bobbing twitchy necks, it was clear they were sparrows. She’d looked out at the trees, tall, spare, gracefully arched toward the sky. They reminded her of a painting. The “painting” had been a silk-screen. She’d seen it at a friend’s. No green. No sky. Just the inner world of slender wood. “This this this. It all goes,” she’d periodically said to herself, ripping through her belongings. With “for sure” piles, “maybe” piles, plus a strictlyenforced lag time, she’d rarely err. She had erred, however. The silk-screen was one. There had also been a jacket that someone had made for her out of lush Indonesian fabric. 175 �Shabby dawn. From a door left open during the night, cold morning air crept stealthily across the room. She stood in the squalor near a skinny cat whose muddy nose was shriveling. Noses musn’t shrivel, said the yogi. (She was reading.) The five elements — earth, water, fire, air and space — are found in localized spots on the nostrils’ inner linings. A person can, by channeling her breath, affect the quality of her consciousness. “The little rounded bumps on your noses’ sides should be soft and passive,” the yogi continued. With your fingertips, gently stroke them downwards. Then release as you inhale.” “Could this be true also for cats?” “You have a fine hand,” the astrologer had said, tilting it toward the light. “You’re intelligent, yet practical. You will live a long life. Only your health and your relationship will be a problem.” He’d released it, seeming satisfied that she’d be pleased. But she had not been prepared to hear about her dismal health nor her relationship. 176 �“Yet the point is to know so that one can make better choices,” she’d reminded herself as she slowly walked to her car. “It’s not a verdict. It’s a warning.” Her whole purpose for the visit, in fact, had been to collect a sapphire that, after it was set, could be cleansed and blessed to ward off these very influences. “A stone is sullied,” the astrologer had explained. “Just as a baby is born with mucus and blood and needs to be bathed and dressed for this world, a stone needs to be washed from the effects of its former life. A pooja ‘wipes the slate clean’ so to speak.” “For these ten days I fast and do my spiritual practices. But I will try anyway to do the pooja,” he’d generously offered. The yellow stone, pale and huge, sat between the jeweler’s fingers. “It’s almost too big,” she’d thought. “I’ll never be comfortable with something so garish.” The astrologer had said she could get a pendant instead of a ring, but (as the jeweler pointed out) a pendant wouldn’t always touch her body. (Which had made her wonder why the astrologer had said it would be okay.) 177 �Night traverses night Night traverses night. A few city lights had crept through the pane. A suckling. Some staves of bamboo. How much time have you got? The time of black. Its depth and how much a person charges. “Is time free?” “The person who thinks so.” “Settlements founded on this basis.” A woman talks and then makes sure to unsay everything. Another talks. She feels bad about it later. Another uses the radio instead of her own voice. “What does adamantine mean?” one asks. “Diamond-like. Hard to cut. Hard to take away from itself.” The aluminum gleam of an early morning sky. Against the dun-colored earth. Its pungent odor. “No. I can’t talk now. I am very busy with my prayers,” the astrologer had said. She’d called to find out if she 178 �could bring her stone (now that it was set) for a pooja during his week of fasting. “You can’t come. You come the next week. I do early Thursday morning.” Probably he had been irritated by his wife’s demand that he take the phone. Still, once he had taken it, and especially were he immersed in prayer, his tone, it would seem, would reflect prayer. Instead it was grouchy, annoyed, perturbed. She’d heard the background voices of his wife and daughter like chickens in a crowded barnyard. “He asked me to call,” she muttered to herself. “He said he might have time. I mean I wish he’d just said, ‘Forgive me. I’m praying. It would be inconvenient to have an interruption just now.’ ” “Prosad. Prosad.” The Indian woman had passed her a gift. “What an honor to receive this blessed food,” she’d thought as she cupped the sweetened balls. She’d felt relieved to have delivered the jewel. “Don’t worry,” the Indian jeweler had told her. “See this watch.” He’d pulled up his cuff. “A thief would take this before they’d bother with your stone. 179 �She’d glanced at its tiny box. It said “22 carats.” “Is 22 the highest amount of carats,” she’d asked, uncertain of how to respond. “24 is the highest, but it’s too soft for your purposes.” He’d paused. “We need to secure it on your arm once the pooja’s done, so please come back.” He had been through the long decision-making process of how she, who disliked rings and pendants, could wear such an ostentatious gem. Slow light melting slow cold. Recalling drab cold days. The ones that followed sparkling sunny days. Puffy dolphin-shaped clouds sailed above the town. “Only autumn,” she felt, “could have an ‘Indian summer.’ ” Which depended on the brevity and elegance of brief elixir dawns. Dark bells. Musty grass harped at the sky. “It’s winter, man.” (That’s what the sky said.) 180 �“It certainly smells like winter,” she’d thought, glancing at the swarthy air. Jays squawked. “Why are they so crabby?” The jeweler from India — he was not crabby. Twice he had generously offered to help. Strange. He’d said what he’d had to say and then just stood there, which had a tender feeling. “Don’t leave your purse,” he’d advised when she’d walked to another part of the store where a mirror stood. “I had my wallet stolen that way. And from my own shop!” She’d appreciated the reminder. Once her purse was stolen from a shopping cart at the supermarket. “It hurts,” she had instructed herself again and again, but apparently not enough. 181 �Daybreak Daybreak. And the noises of daybreak. “How are you, dear?” Her mother’s voice, sodden and foreign. “We were talking to the neighbors across the street. I forgot you were going to call.” “How are they doing?” She knew she was fond of them. “They’re moving to Colorado. To be with their children. And their grandchildren when they arrive.” (This last was barely audible.) “Our neighbors to the left are also moving. I’m just waiting for the ones on the right . . .” “Are you close?” “We talk. Like now. Standing on the street. They’re very nice people.” Her mother’s delivery had dropped. She could imagine that poof, three neighbors gone . . . , but each time she’d primed herself to hear her disappointment, she’d hedged. “The road was a shimmering blue-black stripe scored in the red soil.” She’d read the sentence how many times? Its author, David Davidar (once a journalist) lived in New Delhi the jacket-cover said. 182 �“I mean like everything’s the same.” (The thin man had been talking.) “This guy I knew, he’d gone home one day, poured kerosene over himself and struck a match. Nice guy too. Really nice. But you know, what’s the difference between that and ‘Hey, what’cha hav’in for breakfast?’ ” She knew what he meant. “I mean people do what they do. We can make it mean this or that but in the end it doesn’t change anything.” “Ah. Ah. Ah.” Her hand formed the vowel. Again and again. Each time she’d whisper it. Its lines, curves, patterns on the sheet. And in her body. Etching them into her body. “Connective tissue, infused in every cell, is slow to stretch,” her book had said. “But if you soften the surrounding muscle, it helps.” Sanskrit was the same. If she’d turn off her mind, her body would absorb it. If she grasped, her pores locked. She could feel them clamp shut. “Use your breath, not your muscles,” the teacher had scolded. People were fading in the long hold. When, after about three minutes he’d added, “Get 183 �comfortable. We’ll be here awhile,” someone had laughed out loud, as if she couldn’t even imagine the idea. Letting her breath do “horse.” Through the window an old Japanese woman rounded a bend. She looked strained. “Asanas have a built-in nobility,” she murmured to herself as she watched the woman suffer. Her walk was right (she’d mastered the stride) yet it generated (she hated to say it) stupidity. It had to do with body integrity. “Ninety percent of yoga is creating the right context for yoga,” her teacher mentally droned as she drove home from the long, slow class. Traffic too was slow. “Unlike the squirrel who bounds up the pine,” went her uncanny connection. The tree was young. Its bark undeveloped. “It couldn’t be grip. But it couldn’t be muscles either,” she’d continued, trying to imagine what in the squirrel let it scramble, circus-like, straight up the trunk’s belly. Then again she’d seen it on its haunches, nibbling at a nut, a little spastic (very busy). Its constant glances. Its fluffy tail flicking. 184 �“Squirrels are in a hurry,” she’d thought, picturing one traversing her fence’s spikes. While its skill was yogic, its nervousness bothered her. Their relentless purr. These beasts from the bush. So much song pressing on, pressing on. She awoke to their trill, a miasma of calls. It was 4:50. A cricketless sky, striated cobalt, had gradually exposed itself. Driving east she’d caught phantoms harkening, braying across the scarlet grass. “Were they trees?” “No. They were shapes. Blobs. Eerie, black, ghosts.” “I’ve had too many Alaskan hamburgers,” said the yogi back from a sunny summer. His nauli lacked its usual sharp clicks. “When it gets easy, you’ll want to do one side, then the other, then a swirl, then reverse directions.” He’d started to demonstrate. That’s when he’d stopped. “Up there the air is cold. Working outside makes you hungry.” “Denise was ravenous. I’ve never seen her eat so much,” he’d continued thoughtfully. 185 �She’d tried to picture poised Denise scarfing down a plate of food. Heretofore he had used the word “feed” for “eat.” Imagining Denise “feeding” . . . Autumn noon. A frail caw, a cat, crickets (barely audible over the hum of distant cars). An owl mood. Shrieks of kids from the next-door pool. Since her room squared the hill, their noise muffled rounding her building’s corner. 186 �Sea oats “Sea oats. So that’s what they’re called!” She looked at the brown feathery flags waving over the beach. Its sand was moist and the white rippling surf sparkled so she could almost smell it. Sea oats are everywhere protecting the fragile shoreline from the forces of nature, said the postcard’s inscription. Her mother’s note had remarked on how she’d particularly loved looking out at the beach and watching the sea oats sway. “The weather is gorgeous,” she’d added (verified by the card’s amazing sun) but when they had spoken, after her return, it turned out she had been sick. “What was the matter, mother?” “Oh I don’t know. It’s my esophagus thing. The doctor says everything’s fine, but as soon as I eat, it hurts.” “Were you sick for the whole trip?” “I couldn’t walk on the beach. You know how much I love to walk on the beach.” She’d stopped. “Daddy walked.” She’d said this in a tone that implied that since he had, a part of her was satisfied. 187 �“I’m read’n this book,” the thin man said, holding the rubberbanded paperback in his lap a little more tightly. “Four kids from a family of ten — killed, randomly! It’s written by one of the surviving brothers who’d moved away but then moved back.” She had commented once that when she drives through especially downtrodden neighborhoods, she’s aware that what the people on any one block do have is knowledge of everyone on the block. “So ya’ know. Sure you might know everyone on your block or couple of blocks. But they’re just people. They could still steal or kill your child.” She knew he was right. “You know these people all your life, but so what? You know what I mean?” Drops of rain awakened her. She looked at the clock. Only 1:30. “I have the whole night to enjoy the lovely sound,” she’d thought, snuggling deeper inside her covers. “I have GERD. Gastroesophageal reflux disease. They abbreviate it ’cause it’s such a long name.” Her mother sounded tired. 188 �“What is it exactly?” “When you eat you get a burning sensation in your chest. It feels like everything you swallow comes back up.” “Can you get anything down?” “Well, soup. If there’s nothing in it to irritate my throat.” Her voice trailed off. “Oh I know something,” her mother continued, her tone implying “Here is a ray of hope!” “I bought this gadget. It looks like . . .” she’d stumbled for a moment searching for the right word. “A remote control,” she’d finally resumed. “You colorcode in things that you tend to lose.” She pictured her mother trying to retrace her steps, forgetting what she’d done two minutes earlier, adding that to the frustration of losing her keys. “It’s perfect for people like me.” She’d paused. “When it beeps, I can’t always hear it.” “Would you like one, honey?” This, after a long silence. 189 �“I don’t actually misplace things often enough to warrant it, mother.” She’d hoped saying so wouldn’t make her mother feel bad. “Maybe there’s a way to turn it up,” she’d added (her edge of despair). “What concerns me, mother (I gather from what you say) is that you think you’re only interesting when you have something new to report. I’m interested in whatever you do. When you say you had soup for dinner, I find that interesting.” “I don’t. What’s interesting about that?” “Well, it’s what you do. Your life is interesting. You don’t have to do anything special.” “I think going skating or going to see friends is more exciting.” “Why?” “Oh I don’t know. There’s just more to talk about, I guess.” “I go to my doctor tomorrow,” she’d said when the subject of her esophagus reopened. He’d given her a shot. She knew (she’d said) it wouldn’t help, but “since she was there . . .” 190 �Her heart bled for her mother. “I’m belching all the time.” She’d paused. “He won’t help. Even when he gives me something, it doesn’t last.” “So he was drunk and he said, ‘I don’t want to be friends with anyone I can’t beat up.’ Keep in mind that this is a big guy. He was at his wits end.” The thin man was talking. He had on a bright blue shirt. “Aren’t you cold,” she had asked when he’d walked in. “It’s winter. It’s dark. Don’t you want a jacket?” “Naaaah. I’m used to it. My apartment isn’t heated. Compared to Atlanta, California never gets really cold.” “In Atlanta,” he’d continued, “it drops to 33. Then it rains. Noth’n out here ever gets that uncomfortable.” She knew what he meant. Sweet rain. The first of the season. The sky was black. The hill silent. 191 �“I wish you were coming home for my birthday.” The low voice of her mother rose up in her mind. “You know how I feel, mother. I’d just spoil the party.” (She herself wished she weren’t the person who detested gatherings.) “I know, but I still wish you would come.” Another time she would have pushed it. “Tell me more about your life.” (It felt like she had already forgotten her disappointment.) “I’m a monk, mother. I don’t have a personal life.” “I know, but I’m still interested.” 192 �The rocking sun The rocking sun. Back and forth across the thin man’s face. Dusk. Falling falling fallen. He’d gazed out at the sky. His tall silver building loomed above the criss-crossed roads. “I hate lights,” the thin man said. “People come over and I’m sitting in the dark. I like it like that.” As he spoke, lights from the city slowly grazed the room. Three birds chirped. Shiny scalp, elbows, the baggy clothes of a very thin being. “So I can’t make plans. I have no idea what I want. I’m flat,” he’d said after a pause. “Something comes along and I can feel if I want it. But if it doesn’t come along . . . I can’t imagine beyond what is right in front of me.” 193 �The gelid sky The gelid sky with its few poky clouds. No pink. A flat pale tan. She skirted the traffic. Remembering dawn. Its dimples over the hill. A rat had scurried across her porch in its first amber glow. Her hoya’s blossoms reamed the porch, scattered in wind-blown rat piles. Dogs and sand slugged the path eastward. Squirrels and a doe (leg torn, eyes bewildered) roamed the heavy bay. Several weeks earlier she had seen it with its mother, chewing leaves, sloshing through mud. Spelled by a particularly luscious bush, the deer had eased out of sight. A Monarch darted across its path. Usually millions of Monarchs feasted on the trees. “Where have all the others gone,” she’d wondered. “How are you, dear?” Her mother’s voice, hollow, scratchy. “You sound tired, mother. Did the phone wake you?” 194 �“No. I was up.” She’d paused. “I usually don’t take naps.” (It seemed she had run out of things to say.) “I wish my grandchildren were here. Do you remember, honey, how you used to go to Grandma’s?” “So what’s new, sweetheart?” Her mother’s voice seemed breathless, a little dazed. “Nothing much. How ‘bout you? Did you have a nice supper?” “I wasn’t really hungry. When I’m not hungry . . .” she’d paused as if she had just remembered something. “I had soup. The soup was good. I like soup . . .” Her words trailed off. “How are your hands, mother?” It had been a pity, the one day she’d worked at the library. “They’re the same. I see the doctor next week.” Suddenly she came into focus. “Your aunt Lilian’s fingers are all curled up. Her hands are like a ball.” Sobered by trees. (The leaning cypress.) 195 �She’d stood at the rail and watched a squirrel on the roadway, standing! It had been a rare moment, seeing it upright and so still. Possibly it expected cones. A fluffy pine slooped in the wind and frequently shed its handsome fruit near where the squirrel had positioned itself. Earlier, she’d caught the moon rocking. Usually, at so incipient a stage, its fingernail arc would tilt sideways. Since the full outline of its silhouette had been visible in the blackness, she had seen it resting in its sliversaucer, straight up, like the funny squirrel. Strange that she’d expect it to be crooked. 196 �Astrologers tell Chinese kings “Astrologers tell Chinese kings,” he’d said, “and rich people” he’d added after a pause, “that sixty (the age of sixty) is the beginning of adulthood.” He’d stopped to make sure she’d understood. “It means not responsible to anyone else. Just being who you are.” She’d pictured a sixty-ish Chinese woman padding around in cotton shoes. The man, an acupuncturist, had a Chinese wife. Who had a Chinese daughter. (Her utter lack of curiosity.) “Pssstt . . .” said the sign on the back of the truck. Which she had found very curious. 197 �Happy Birthday, my darling “Happy Birthday, my darling. I thank God for the gift of your life. With all my love.” 27. xi.02 The words were on a card from the J. Paul Getty Museum. A delicate botanical specimen is captured here in one of history’s earliest photograms, also known as a photogenic drawing. It was so named by William Henry Fox Talbot, a scientist, mathematician, and author who is credited with being one of the inventors of photography. Such ran the inscription. The photogenic drawing negative, Erica mutabilis, March 1839 was a William Henry Fox Talbot (English, 1800–1877) reproduction. She’d found its silvered mulberry veneer stunning. The card and the words of the card. She hadn’t realized that she was so loved. “You’re going to live to be a hundred!” the astrologer had screamed. When she’d gone to retrieve her gem, after its pooja, he was away. But his wife was home. She’d immediately dialed a number and handed her the phone. That’s when she’d heard the emphatic report. “I don’t care so much about a hundred,” she’d replied. In truth, when he’d intimated this before, she’d found herself annoyed. “I just need to accomplish what I want to accomplish.” 198 �“That’s what it means,” he’d instantly rejoined. If you live a long life, you’ll have time to do what you need. She could see the logic but the language irked her. A previous Vedic astrologer also had concluded an extremely auspicious chart by saying that she would be financially prosperous. “House and car,” he had said. She knew that this was simply an Indian’s way of exemplifying wealth, but for her, it diminished the full measure with which she could enjoy her good fortune. “The Dalai Lama rides an exercise bike!” (So said her new maroon and ochre book.) She was amazed. And relieved. Because she’d worried about him. She recalled the afternoon during recess from his class. He’d personally presented a kata to a group of American women participants. Just as she was thinking how silly they all looked performing their Tibetan dance, he’d walked up and wrapped a white silk scarf around each of their necks and bowed. Just before he was born, his mother had dreamed of snow lions (two green ones escorting a bright blue dragon). “Green is my favorite color,” stated the new book of His Holiness, beaming through his glasses. 199 �A portion of her previous night’s dream flashed through her mind. She had been chatting with two other women when she spied her partner on the other side of the courtyard, sitting in the sun reading. Suddenly she missed him very much. As she walked over to join him, she noticed that he, on seeing her approach, put a post-it note at his place in his book. “he’s glad I’m coming,” she’d thought, touched at his eagerness. The image of him sitting alone in the sun reading had stayed with her the whole day. In the dream, the sun’s rays acted as a halo. It was as if he were sanctified by the sun and that their coming together in this private (yet public) way was also sanctified. Drip drip drip. First sound. First light. Usually pink, today a narrow band of yellow had crept across her carpet. Her Buddha glowed. “He’s black!” she realized. How had it taken her so long to notice? “Where’s this from?” she’d demanded the moment she’d spied it toppled on its side. “Tibet,” the stall-person replied. She had been shocked that he even knew the word. 200 �Which made her believe him. (Obviously it was what he had been told.) “How much?” she’d asked. (Pause.) “One twenty-five.” (It was a particularly beautiful rendering.) So now she had three. The first had been a gift, a silkscreened scene from Buddha’s life. Amidst a covey of disciples, long-eared Buddha stood, one hand opened, the other raised. She’d draped it over a monitor where her gaze plummeted into the oval of Buddha’s lightly-touching forefinger and thumb. On top of the monitor sat a small bronze Shakyamuni whose detailing and expression she’d found gentle, sweet, inward. Beside this she’d placed a flower. And behind that, the wooden Buddha from the flea market. 201 �Fat sun Fat sun. Prune sky. “It looks like it’s going to be a nice day,” she’d said to herself hearing (and wincing at hearing) her new upstairs neighbors clanking around. Two small birds twittered in the bush. “They are lovely people,” the real estate man had retorted when she’d mentioned their noisiness. “They dote on their apartment. They’re a delightful couple.” When she’d referred to their Indian language, he’d corrected her. Strange. The fact that they were Russian put an entirely different spin on the situation. Wind browned the dangling branch, wedding its limbs to the air. “Where’s that tweed jacket,” she’d thought. She’d remembered its drape, the way it would swing around her body, then swish, bulkily, back into place. “I probably dumped it.” She dreaded looking in her closet. For awhile she’d had the rule of giving away the equivalent of any new addition so that the total size of her wardrobe remained the same. “I have a small closet. I’ll just stay within the means of my closet,” she’d thought. Eventually it got too costly. 202 �“I want a wardrobe with depth,” she’d reasoned, though suspected it was more like greed (the inability to resist buying something that she liked). But she found that she’d forget she had certain things and failed to love them. So she’d give them away and it made sense. In a later moment, however, it might not make sense. “Do you remember when you used to be enraged when someone commented on your clothes?” “I felt violated. As if a third party was intruding on an intimate colloquy. No matter who it was, I assumed they ‘didn’t understand’ and therefore had no right to comment.” “Pretty severe.” “I felt that people’s remarks were random. That they were ‘making conversation’ at my expense. (This was a serious subject for me.)” The sun had dropped behind the hill. “It’s only 4:30!” she’d muttered glancing at the darkening sky. The day, shrouded in mist, had shrunk to a few sooty drops. “I mustn’t forget to have new wipers installed,” 203 �she’d thought noticing the grime plastered over her windshield. Her mechanic had suggested a pair a year. Every year she’d say to herself, “What! Already!” She’d had the same internal dialogue about her shower filter. Having read that the city’s chlorine was unhealthy, she had dutifully purchased one. “It’s meant to serve an entire family. I’m just one person,” ran her rationalization the following fall for skipping the manufacturer’s recommended annual replacement. Now, as its third anniversary approached, she’d heard herself squirm. “Isn’t it supposed to beep when the filter is beginning to wear out?” 204 �Caw. Caw. Caw. Caw. Caw. Caw. Scathing crows reminding her of cats. And her dream set in an early morning. She had been vacuuming a field filled with mud and thick weeds. Each time she’d move to another of its “districts,” huge Alice-in-Wonderland cats stared her down with benign whiskered faces. Some had stripes. Some were pale yellow. But they’d seemed eerie and they’d frightened her with their secret intelligence. The night had been hot. Her neighbor’s t.v. blared. Noise, sweat and seething crickets had kept her awake. “Do they hum more in the heat?” She had been asking herself this question as she’d finally dropped off. It did seem that their comforting purr had more oomph on hotter nights, but that could be her imagination — that they were “complaining” for her. The truth was she didn’t even know for sure that crickets objected to heat. “For all I know they love the scorching weather!” she’d inwardly mused. “After all. Summer is their season.” Just then she remembered that on her calendar she’d marked the previous day as one with a full moon. Another facet of her dream — that the handle of her vacuum had been wet and despite the shivers in its 205 �electrical currents, she had been too lazy to put it down, get a towel and dry it off. Instead, she’d just plowed on, praying that “somehow” it would be okay. The socket to which it was plugged was loose. She hadn’t dared touch it. The whole seemed risky in the extreme, but she’d brushed the danger aside as if she could think it away. Funny. In her dream she was doing something that was not lazy, yet she was doing it lazily, to the point of endangering her life. “It would have been wiser to simply not do it or wait till a time when I could be more present,” she’d mused. Crickets and no moon. Gray-green clouds empty of debris. Dusk settled over the valley. “The idea that her kittens might be sacrificed by her mother — that in the hierarchy of values held by her mother the lives of kittens were certainly of less importance than, for example, Frank-san’s slightest whim — must have been alive to the girl before the animals were even born.” Such were her thoughts as she re-read the story1 by a casual friend of the child’s mother: 1. Inspired by A Pale View of Hills by Kazuo Ishiguro. 206 �Indeed, now that I remember the first conversation I had with her, that strange afternoon inside the shabby cottage, Mariko huddling over the pregnant cat curled up on the tatami and commenting, quite out of the blue, “She’s going to have kittens. Do you want a kitten?”, what strikes me most is how the child, ignoring my “Oh really? How nice . . . I’m sure they’ll all find nice homes,” became surprisingly insistent, almost demanding. How could I have failed to notice the anguish and despair arising from her helplessness in the face of (in her mind) certain disaster. By screaming at her mother that most unchildlike, “Why do you always go away with Frank-san? Frank-san pisses like a pig. He’s a pig in a sewer . . .” she made her analysis of the situation abundantly clear. If Sachiko’s own life was held in abeyance, it would be foolish to expect (and this is what did not escape Mariko’s perspicacity) her own or those of her kittens to be more highly regarded. There were many occasions where Mariko’s preoccupation (one could almost say obsession) with her kittens, for now there were three, Atsu, Mee-Chan and Suji-Chan, was in evidence, but by far the most poignant of these was the day of our outing. The outing had been planned to celebrate the imminent departure of Mariko and Sachiko for the home of Sachiko’s uncle. Frank-san for the moment was out of the picture. Sachiko, while 207 �procrastinating, giving her uncle a moving date and then doing nothing to prepare so that weeks after the established time she still had not packed a single item, held firm to her intention. She and Mariko would live in her uncle’s spacious house and Mariko would have tutors and private schooling. After all, wasn’t Mariko’s education what she must concern herself with above all else? The outing was designed to be one last day together at our ease. The lift up the mountainside had indeed proven spectacular, the picnic on top and the vistas on our little hikes exceedingly pleasant. Toward evening, after a department-store supper, we strolled through sidestreets in little hurry to reach the final tram depot. On one such sidestreet we chanced upon a kujibiki stand. Mariko instantly asked to play and noticing Sachiko’s reservation, I handed her a coin. Since Mariko appeared to be a child, the stand-keeper instructed her to close her eyes while drawing her ticket and visualize the big furry bear. Mariko: “I don’t want the bear. I want the basket” pointing to the back of the stall. The man shrugged. “All right, princess, close your eyes tight and imagine your basket. Ready?” The first time Mariko’s ticket won a flower pot. The second time she (now it comes back to me clearly) won a pencil. We were about to leave when Mariko pressed to try yet a third time. She seemed so desperate, so single-minded, her emotional intensity so unsuited to the “we-all-know208 �no-one-ever-wins-anything-serious” attitude with which most passers-by play. Mariko, just then, was not a mere passer-by but for whatever reason, both her mother and myself refused to see that. As luck would have it, on her third try Mariko won, not the basket but what the stall-keeper described as a “major prize.” This turned out to be a large wooden box. Made of smooth, unvarnished pine it was light, like an orange crate, and had two sliding panels of wire gauze. Mariko, thoughtful, inquired, “Couldn’t we carry the kittens in here when we go to Uncle’s? We could put down a rug. I’m sure they’ll be quite comfortable.” Sachiko wasn’t so sure but on reflection could picture it working as Mariko described. Several days later, however, Frank-san’s car was back and their plans had changed. They weren’t going to go to America immediately. Frank-san would put Sachiko and Mariko up in Kobe while he went to America to send for them after he found work. They were leaving tomorrow. Sachiko was quite agitated, throwing essentials into valises, boxes, whathave-you. She kept repeating that she couldn’t take everything. Some things would have to be left behind. She hoped I could use some of the things as they, many of them, were quite valuable. Mariko sat in the corner of the tatami playing with her kittens, expressionless. 209 �“Have you decided yet?” she asked abruptly. “We’ll talk about that later,” her mother began when Mariko broke in, “But you said I could keep them” and began to intone to me, “She said I could keep them. She promised I could keep them.” Sachiko turned toward her daughter, spotted the orange crate and yanked a kitten from the tatami, tossing it inside. Mariko was still hugging one of the tiny black kittens to her chest. She said nothing as her mother shut the other two inside the crate. Then she held the kitten out to me. “This is Atsu. Do you want to see him?” Mariko grabbed it away from her yelling, “It is just an animal. Like a rat or a snake. It’s just an animal.” She dropped the creature into the crate and left the cottage. Mariko, still blank-faced, shadowed her. Sachiko headed for the river. First she took one kitten in her hands and tried to drown it by holding it under the water. When after a few minutes it wouldn’t die, she put it back into the box and edged the entire crate into the river. To prevent it floating, she learned forward and momentarily held it down. Mariko watched, transfixed, from the top of a slope behind her mother. As the box began to bob its way down stream, it caught in some reeds, was freed by a current and continued its journey. Mariko ran along the bank, stopping to watch the box till only a small corner was visible above the surface. 210 �Sachiko, who by now was aware of her daughter’s presence, called to her before turning back to the cottage but her voice was the perfunctory voice of a weary mother doing what is expected of her. She shrugged her shoulders and walked back with the exasperated step of one who has experienced an unwanted delay. I turned in search of Mariko. Toward dusk I found her crouched on a bridge staring into the water. 211 �Sticks. Little poles. “Sticks. Little poles. They couldn’t have been more than this round,” the woman had said making her thumb and index finger into a ring. “At least this is how they were when he lived with us.” She’d looked down. It was easy to picture. “He’d stand in front of the refrigerator. He’d be there for the longest time. Finally he’d take a carrot.” She imagined the thin man, scantily dressed, poised in front of the fridge. He’d probably felt comforted by the purring lights and intriguingly colorful jars. “Later he started crying. I’d hear low sobs coming from his room.” “We put him to sleep,” the dark woman said switching the lotus-like cross of her legs. Long gray braids limply straddled their creases. “His little white body was so thin. Just a stack of bones.” Tears dripped down her face. “About a month ago he’d stopped eating. We got him some baby food, which (for awhile) he’d take. Then he’d refused even water.” 212 �She pictured the pitiful cat needing to die but not being able to. “We took him to the vet. Buried him. But I worried that his brain might still have been working.” The sun’s last rays shedding its pink behind a tree. “What tree? Not a hide-and-seek tree. No one would play hide-and-seek behind that tree.” “It’s skinny. But if you were desperate. If you knew the person was coming and you had to hide fast . . . “ “You could will yourself out of sight. I’m not sure how much a beanpole tree would help.” The thin man stretched his legs. He knew all about invisibility. Inside he was empty. Words, anybody’s, effervesced. Disappeared. He disappeared. (He’d stopped going to school.) He’d drive around. No one paid attention. So now, when he tries to learn, he has to focus really hard. 213 �“Do you think that’s why . . . well, I mean, the less he has, the less he needs to worry about.” “He’s good with the negatives. Knows what people don’t say.” 214 �Three birds Three birds. Their flutter in the cold sky though they said nothing. No tweets. Nothing. Two hummingbirds, one, and then right away the other, from place to place, very deliberate. “Is it their speed that makes it seem as if they know exactly where they’re going? Or maybe they do and what was once there, isn’t.” (The “Simon Says” quality of their partnership.) “We’d planned a reunion for the sisters.” Her mother’s voice rose up. “But at the last minute Jane got sick. This time too, she said she couldn’t come. So we called it off. But, you know, honey, she’s never really gotten along with Helen.” She’d paused. Her silence had no judgment. At an earlier time, the silence would have been pregnant with judgment. “She no longer talks to Rose. Until about a year ago they were inseparable. I’m sure it was something Jane did that caused the rupture.” It may well have been, she’d thought to herself. Still, that quality in her mother — to predictably side with the 215 �non-family person — had, at least for herself, been an ongoing source of pain. Her mind fell to a story she’d read — was it a brother of the Buddha, who (being jealous) decided to foil him? He’d set free a rampaging elephant. The elephant bounded off but when it saw the compassion on Buddha’s face, it stopped short and prostrated instead. A drawing of the scene had depicted just the elephant’s trunk groveling on the ground amongst a crowd of devotees. “Funny how much information is contained within that trunk,” she’d thought examining the drawing closely. Most of the followers carried offerings. Flowers, bowls, flowing robes, chortens — all joy-filled except the poor humiliated elephant. 216 �Horse pose Horse pose. “I mean I know I don’t have the strength to full on do the pose, so I feel like an imposter.” “Imposter!” “The pose requires power, grace, dignity. Instead of embodying it, deeply breathing into it, my mind falls apart. It says, ‘Spppooouush. Think about rivers. Think about flowers.’ ” Cool air clinging to the hill. “It wants to be hot,” she’d thought, gazing at the whimpering grass. “Go lower.” Her teacher’s voice, suddenly, apropos of nothing. “Everyone but Angie, go lower,” he had said. Everyone looked out of the corner of her eye at Angie, who indeed, was very low. Too low. “Angie, come up. There. Stay there.” “Strength in the legs builds prana,” her teacher said as the horse-pose clock ticked. “Notice your inhale. Power in the thighs deepens and purifies puraka, the incoming breath.” A shroud of dark. Ducks quacked. Seabirds whined. A low horn in the fog. 217 �“Was it plentiful?” “Her laptop was jewel-like the woman had said. Not plentiful in that sense.” She’d thought of the fat Korean comic upon whom instruction in being “Asian” had been foisted. The woman had felt so ashamed. A teenager wrote saying she was ashamed of her representing herself as Korean as if, being a comedian implied a stand-in role-model. It reminded her of the thin man. His mother had never recovered from the fact of him. She couldn’t stand that he was him. “That he ‘was’ took away from the possibility of her becoming?” “She couldn’t be her, schlepping around a kid.” Dark days. Their similar ending. The way they seemed to slow down, drift off. While light days rekindle themselves, dark days drop off flat. They keel over. Bamm. One can smell it coming. 218 �A flat sun broke through the wine-colored clouds. “Go lower,” he’d said. “Stay with your breath. Don’t let yourself get distracted.” His words came just as she had been about to lift her gaze. The air reeked forest. “Your perineum should broaden. Energetically, however, it lifts. If you allow your arches to activate your feet, and from there, your legs and abdominal muscles, your thighs won’t grip and the opposing actions in the muladara chakra will happen automatically.” It was a mouthful. “ROAD CLOSED” “Oh my god,” she’d thought. “There go my precious fifteen minutes.” She’d whipped the car into a U and inched back in the opposite direction, forcing herself to relax. She had had to snake down a one-lane thoroughfare for several miles to reach this sign. “Why couldn’t they have announced it at the turn-off,” she irrationally thought. While the route over the hill was popular, proportionately, very few people used it. “That’s the problem with insider secrets,” she’d rethought (it felt) more correctly. She was still scolding herself for having snapped-judged one of her classmates. 219 �Not a May sky Not a May sky. Behind the clouds a tortured sun. Bells, whisked by wind, aroused suddenly in a heat break. The city sighed. “What a relief!” For days now a brittle sun had poured down the air shafts. Midnight felt like noon. Sirens. Fires. Even the stars seemed out of whack. “Some people thrive in heat,” she’d reminded herself. She’d had a friend whose body — the closer to the equator, the more alive. Curled over his guitar his gentle swipe of the strings. Dark but not cold. The evening had jumped into place early. The silly ghost, splayed across her manager’s office window, had brought to her attention the fact that she was more isolated than she’d thought. “I was reading a book by a man who roams the astral world,” began the teacher in reference to herbs as inducers of elevated states of mind. “He said, Whenever I’m out [in the astral plane] I run into cats.” 220 �“Cats’ eyes have two lids,” he’d continued. “When both are shut it’s ‘see ya’ later.’ ” He’d obviously been a fond observer of his own two cats. “I’ve seen them twitch. It can get pretty weird.” She’d wondered why she’d never liked cats. Just thinking about them gave her the willies. One would guess that it’d be the opposite, since cats were calm, intuitive, highly evolved beings. “It’s their claws,” she’d reasoned, but secretly had no idea. It made no sense. Traffic snaked around construction. Stick figures raved. Baseball hats, polo shirts, knickers, bats — beside the wavelets. She’d looked, tired and wanting the sea-breeze in their shirts to be in hers that night. An old woman in a hat (or visor) came to mind. Mao jacket, farmer pants. (Her slow slow hobble.) She played flute with friends, she’d said, but alone she played viola. “Do you enjoy it?” she’d asked. (Because the woman had seemed stunted.) “Oh I don’t know,” she drawled. 221 �“Fat and sleek!” she’d muttered, rounding a bend, facing a huge moon in the still-dark dawn. “How do we adjust our practice?” a person asked. (Because it couldn’t be ignored.) The teacher had hedged. “The goal is to develop a sense of cool, yin, receptivity. For a beginner that might mean restorative poses.” He’d paused. “An advanced student might do difficult poses slowly. A vata must be still. Do you understand?” The finally-rising sun cast one lank ray across the spotless carpet. “Luxurious” was the word that had come to mind. The yogi’s body was not thin. Lithe and supple, powerful and soft. “A gorgeous body,” she’d thought as she watched her on her stool, one by one replacing the wooden blocks she’d removed the day before in an explosion of cleaning. She’d noticed that in class, each time a new instruction was given, she’d be in the pose before the words were out of the teacher’s mouth. Meanwhile she herself, like a lump, would be struggling with some logistic like buckling a strap or folding a blanket in threes, just so. 222 �The mule-ish quality was familiar. (At her monastery, as the first bell clanged, she’d watched a fellow student, fully robed, flying toward the meditation hall.) The idea would never have occurred to her. A chalky sky behind the elms. A cricket wheezed. The sun, a skin, sheathed the horizon. Birds twittered across the vale. Their echo. Hawks. “You’ll be a nicer person,” the teacher had said. “Remember that. You’ll be a nicer person.” He had invented a way of parsing mayurasana so that shorter portions were interspersed with another, easier, activity. “This way you do more,” he’d explained. Practice it for the week.” “Nicer person.” His words rang in her head. “It’s true. We all do want that!” she’d mused. Once a classmate had greeted her outside, in the dark, in the cold. “Hi Gail!” Later, much later, she’d said to herself, “I bet if I greet people pleasantly, calling them by name, it will make them feel good.” 223 �An elegant sun An elegant sun, its crispy back braced against the sky. “Yes,” she’d thought, “winter is around the corner.” Earlier, smelling dawn, sucking it (in rich full breaths), she’d almost lost her balance. “Empty your mind,” the teacher had said just as (so enticing was the fragrance — like hay or milk fresh from the udder) she was about to do it again. For one split second her life had flashed before her. “Little horse. Little secretions. Hope.” (The words popped through her dream.) “Raise your hands, bow your heads.” The teacher was preparing to end a vigorous class on backbends. “Inhale,” he’d said before a common instruction. The slow low sound, in and out. So old. So familiar. More familiar than her skin. “The moon will be full Saturday,” he had earlier announced. “Of course the moon’s light is really a reflection of the sun’s. That’s why we do rest poses . . . and long holds,” he’d added, almost as an afterthought. 224 �The glare from its mostly-full face had awakened her during the night. Sopping body. Moody mind. Simplest decisions impossible. An innocent day rising up up up. Peak after peak loomed in the distance frothing with clouds. “Paschimotanasana. Ten minutes. Take a blanket if you need to.” “There must be a marma point in the center of the forehead,” she’d thought as a surge of bliss rushed through her body. Stubby cypress. Dune flowers, bob tails. One sailboat slinking by the skyline. “Shaped mist,” she’d muttered as she watched the rocks and spiky treetops fringe the cobwebbed bridge. Two baby pines slumped beneath their mother naked on the east side. Salty air, slime and piles of mud near a crooked barrier. That morning her teacher had spread out a map of the body’s musculature. “When you support a person in a pose, your hand needs to be specific,” he’d begun. 225 �“The placement — the direction of your fingers — gives an energetic signal, which you use to encourage the person (even the person’s skin) to move in the right way. If your hands are on muscle, you may create pain. Tendons are better. See the white spots? You want to be there.” Later, his words “red meat, white meat” tumbled through her mind. “Bye Susan! Susan’s off to England.” The class had turned around to see Susan waving, leaving a little early. “Rain gear!” she’d exclaimed, inwardly describing the puffy black microfibre pants and oversized t-shirt Susan had on for her international flight. It made sense, but she wouldn’t have had the nerve. Odd that she would feel impelled to dress more formally on a flight whose majority of time would be spent sleeping. “Or writing. But clothes get in the way of writing.” 226 �Snow “Snow!” she’d thought as the snow-covered city emerged from its bank of bloody clouds. Indeed, the seven hills, the uptown highrises, even the bay resembled frosted glass. “Were it anywhere else it would be snow,” she’d said to herself. (She hadn’t realized that fog could be alabaster.) It had hailed earlier. After the rain. And sun for a split second. “What a day!” people were saying. When she’d driven toward the bay about 4:00 p.m., the light had been splendid. She’d looked up. Lo! Clouds like postcard heaven. Billowy, over-the-rainbow white. Black air (valley-bottom damp) peered in her window. “Like plaster,” she’d thought staring it down. Darkness was a fixture. Even the birds were tired of fighting it. A hummingbird that had formerly fed on her azaleas, tread the air that had held them. “In their memory,” she’d thought, amazed at their brains’ retention. She supposed it was a matter of survival, returning to 227 �previous nourishing sites. Yet their intelligence seemed somehow pitiful. “Think though. If they could talk themselves out of it. If they rationalized, ‘Hey! That old plant is not too likely to still be alive . . .” “So a bird learns by getting thrown into the fray and dealing.” “I’m not a bird.” “You learn by . . .” “Absorbing. Also by a line of sense. Like energy. Energy’s a language I speak fluently.” “An asana is a lecture. The hieroglyphics of a pose startle one’s cells to life.” “The way a posture genuflects — like a stiff sun stunned into exuberance.” Marjoram light. “So full of winter,” she’d thought. Traffic was flowing. “We’ll do a new moon practice today,” her teacher had said. “Deep, slow. If you injure yourself on a new moon day, it can take a long time to heal.” 228 �Pale hills steeped in the background, magenta clouds scurrying along their tips. “As if they’re peak-hopping,” she’d thought, remembering the practice of welljumping that Indian children relished. “Tweet tweet tweet.” Her eyes were closed and the sun, by now, was high in the sky. “Even their tweets are restrained,” she’d muttered. “Not their usual blares.” “So a full moon carries crazy energy. A new moon, energy not yet formed.” She was trying to visualize the difference. “Crazy = splattered all over the place. No roots. Wild. Not-yet-formed — it’s not flailing, as in untamed. It’s seeking, as in curious.” The more she thought about it, the more dissimilar they’d seemed. “How could I ever have confused them?” A melon sun splayed across her back, cradling her spine. It rolled in waves. On an inhale it practically spasmed. (Catching a glimpse of the spidery veins in her forearms and thighs.) “The ones in my arms are like a tree,” she’d thought. “Because they’re so thin, the blood vessels poke out.” 229 �And the ones in her thighs? Tiny blue lines squiggled in erratic directions. Up and down, out of control. The sun shone in unexpected corners, at unexpected times, in unexpected intensities. At the end of her practice it was chestnut. 230 �book five ��Plop . . . plop . . . plop. Plop . . . plop . . . plop. Slow drips from the rusted rail. A dowdy day. Between rains. (Waiting.) The window was cold. Splinters of air (like shards she’d thought) grazed her chest as she stood up close. A squirrel raced by, chewing on water. “There’s nothing else around,” she muttered to herself, pitying the animal. Dawn. Finally. (She had awakened early.) The voices of neighbors above. ❍ The shabby day, beneath her lids, slowly, slowly, sparkling. She’d wanted to open them, but had resisted. “I’ll just enjoy the glow,” she’d told herself, rationing the time. 233 �Though she couldn’t tell (and it’d been cloudy when she’d closed them) it felt (from the inside) that the day (reddening) fast-forwarded toward noon. High noon. Summer noon. Soft noon. Angling toward a peak. “The sun rises in your ears,” someone had suggested. “The moon in your nostrils.” (The woman who sweats when she breathes through the right one.) “Oh god, Harvey.” (The person who said that miles away.) ❍ Late morning light trailed her forward bend. (Its heat caressed her spine.) A buoyant fold, elbows hanging loosely. Scooting her right hand around her left wrist, gripping the wrist, allowing the shock of its skinniness to pass, she began to breathe. (The spasms of widening.) “I’m growing fat!” she’d thought, relishing the sense of spreading. Hadn’t she been harping on having more “room” in her old age. ❍ Tap tap tap. The thin man in his coat. 234 �“So now I have this rash. It’s not ‘vd’. But like here it is. What was I thinking?” His slouch made him look grumpy. “So it’s like, when I read, I hear books. Tones, sounds. It’s all conversation.” She too had trouble picturing things. “I lie in bed the whole day hear’n voices, feelings. But if they describe the setting — ‘The drug store on the corner near an old elm’ — like that — I lose interest.” “It shows in your skin.” ❍ “It’s trying,” she’d thought glancing at the sky. The murky white of the previous day was starting to have some pep. Her still-green hydrangeas reminded her of “brightly colored ones in harmony with the trees.” (Her book had spoken of them.) Hers used to be bright. Though their green was not anemic — its lime had verve — they melded neither with the trees nor the other seasonal blossoms. “They’re weird!” she’d thought (though she hated saying it). She couldn’t figure out what was wrong. 235 �In the front of her book’s house was a stand of peachcolored cosmos. A low green breeze blew from the mountains down toward the east, the author had said. “How can a breeze be green?” she’d mused. ❍ Fog shielded night. “From its own blackness,” she thought, scanning the tiny lights strung across the lot. A tent was already there. Beams crammed the sky, though, due to rain, the race had been called off. Branches, buckets, tags. A zillion tables fed the cold air. Jockeying trees. What feels sleazy? ❍ Puddles and spray, her dashboard a trough of mud. (The warmth of the under-air.) “She wanted them to accept her.” “Shuffling as a plea.” “They’re bored too. Hey.” ❍ A night of fiction. (How many centuries making it true?) 236 �“First (an adjustment) is ‘Hey. Whose life is it?’ ” “The letdown precedes the fact. Yes. It’s me.” “No spins.” ❍ “Hey! Could you get a mop?” He’d said it politely to the guy who’d spilled the water. “I hope you fall on your ass,” replied the guy. “What did he do?” “He went out to the shed, got a mop, mopped up the water. But he was furious.” “It raises uncomfortable feelings.” ❍ “It looks like it’s from a village,” the man said, examining the thangka. “See how it’s asymmetrical, lopsided, a little naïve. It’s very charming but not from a major center of art.” She knew what he meant. “It’s not realized. It lacks a full investment.” “It has a subject rather than being it.” 237 �❍ Dazzling sun stripping the water. How late is it? “Are the monks out yet?” “No.” “Who is that shivering near the stones?” “What makes you ask?” “Her light, its glimmer in the redwoods. (Its sheen down there blowing.) I thought I knew who it was. For a fleeting moment. Like a ghost or an aura of someone I’d known intimately.” ❍ Fog droned its blaring white hat. “The city wore mufflers. Turned its attention elsewhere.” “Whiteness before blackness. Nights darker. Days colder.” “Squandering. The pennies of motion. It’s her voice she says. It dips.” “Be nice to me, honey.” She says that in the dipping tone of winter. 238 �In an owl’s brain In an owl’s brain there is a region, the article had begun, whose specialized cells (using the coordinates of every sound) construct a map of auditory space. The barn owl’s is the most elaborate. Its screech presages death. If you hear its rasp . . . someone who knew him had . . . its shrill hiss had continued well out of earshot . . . Huge wings lowering into cottonwood. Funeral services were held for Kobun Chino and Maya Otogawa on July 30 in Engelberg, Switzerland, at the home of his senior dharma heir, Vanja Palmers. He is survived by his wife, Katrin, and their son and daughter, Alyosha and Tatsuko, as well as two adult children, Taido and Yoshiko. ❍ Black sky. Soft bands of pink had crept from behind the trees. She wondered if the sick man would be out for his gulps of air. But no. No one was out. “Maybe the fumes . . .” The paint’s toxicity had infiltrated her path also. Probably she was just irritated. Ever since she’d read Kobun Chino’s obituary. It had skirted Harriet! (She 239 �recalled the snappy energy between Harriet and old Mel, though he’d said they were just friends.) “A tryst at the baths — out pop five children! Two from Harriet. She wondered how, as a simple priest, he could support so many people. “Maybe it’s cheaper to live in Switzerland,” she’d mused, though she doubted it. ❍ “Elegant. You are always so elegant.” Her mother’s words came to mind. She had said this immediately after saying that she hadn’t liked the photograph she’d sent her for her birthday. “It’s so severe. You’re not that way, honey.” But she was. She was severe and elegant, a look her mother might appreciate, say, in Audrey Hepburn. “Everything was fine except you weren’t here.” ❍ Night plummeted. It fell so fast. “What happened to the day,” she’d muttered, looking out on its dregs. If she hadn’t been a geisha, she’d have been a Buddhist nun. Or policewoman said the character in her book. “From the inside . . . the word was extrospected . . .” which she’d guessed meant inspecting one’s inter- 240 �psychic world, closely, diligently, as one ordinarily would one’s intrapsychic one. The same energy gazing the other way. ❍ After-rain hush. As if the heavens, having spit out everything, had nothing more to say. “The hill does look a little sheepish,” she’d thought, staring at its sopping boughs. In her book there were crows and new green leaves on the garden’s maple. Unlike ballet, traditional Japanese dance focuses on the ground rather than the sky. Though slow, it requires highly-trained muscles. Each piece is composed of a number of fixed patterns (kata) that are later strung together. “I wonder if the kata of these dances and the kata that Tibetans use for offerings are the same?” “Tibetan kata = scarf (light, fluffy, airy),” her thoughts continued. “The recipient puts it around his neck . . . like a garland!” We went into the altar room to say our morning prayers. Afterwards, she tucked up my long sleeves with a cord so I could work and stuck the feather 241 �duster in the back of my obi. Then she took me to the lavatory and taught me the proper way to clean a toilet. “That’s how a monk is trained! she gasped. “Precisely. And in the same order!” ❍ “That’s my seat,” screamed the child at the older girl (who was accustomed to this spot). “Yes, child, that’s right. Take your seat.” (But she’d wondered how . . . she was so small . . . ) Older girl pouts (eats without saying grace). “It’s rude to eat before the Madame. You have terrible manners,” mocked the babe. Madame to the older girl: “Listen to what she says. She has a lot to teach you.” She’d thought of the Avatar Yogananda scolding, instructing, stridently correcting his elementaryschool classmates. The rapacious conviction of the Mother (Madame) who “recognized” the toddler (allowed her her blanket of turquoise with white tulips). ❍ She fell into a doze. There was another character with whom she’d identified. 242 �The reason for Ogata-san’s unusually long stay that summer had become clear the moment Shigeo Matsuda, looking thinner and more youthful than she had remembered him, slid open the entrance gate to his pleasant-looking house and squinted to avoid the glare of the noonday sun. Dressed in his shirtsleeves, he’d carried a small briefcase which he opened momentarily, rebuckled it and crossed over to her side of the road. Shigata-san, she now realized, had waited a long time to finally bring the matter to a head. She remembered how casually he’d first brought the subject up. His circuitous approach (requiring a tremendous amount of forethought) should have indicated that the situation, demeaning to his sense of honor, was one he had hoped Jiro would handle. Obliquely inquiring about Jiro’s school reunion (which understandably he’d figured Shigeo Matsuda might attend) and leading from that to some offhand mention of Shigeo Matsuda himself — whether Jiro ever runs into him — do they still get together from time to time — to his belittling observation about the confidence of today’s young people, “Like myself I suppose at that age, they are exceedingly sure of their opinions,” he’d eventually gotten around to the article in the teacher’s periodical he’d run across. “I’d never heard of it” he’d added, referring to the periodical. “It wasn’t in existence in my time. To read it you’d think all the 243 �teachers in Japan are Communists.” Gauging the entrenchment of Jiro’s passivity from his flaccid agreement, “Yes Communism does seem to be on the rise,” Ogata-san had at length stated what had been on his mind from the start, namely, Shigeo Matsuda’s scathing attack of him, Ogata-san, in this article. Perhaps as a way of deflating his anger at Jiro’s evasive, “Are you sure it’s the same Shigeo Matsuda?” Ogatasan, whose face had suddenly taken on a nostalgic cast, recalled how the Matsuda boy used to come to their home to play and how terribly Jiro’s mother would spoil him. Then he’d remarked that he himself had introduced Shigeo Matsuda to the headmaster of Kuriyama High School (implying a further dimension to his shame in light of a personal obligation). To all this Jiro had only to answer, “It’s very regrettable, Father. You must excuse me or I’ll be late.” She believed it had been the next morning that Ogatasan emerged from his room dressed in jacket and tie and announced his plan to visit Dr. Endo, the other teacher attacked in the Matsuda article. She remembered the morning well. He had complimented her on her cooking with a warning that he might ask her to teach him both to cook and to play the violin, from which fantasies she’d understood his profound engagement with teaching — that it had been his way of life, 244 �certainly his primary way of relating to other people — and just why his integrity being questioned by an “upstart” like Matsuda was so humiliating and ultimately intolerable. Then, he’d directly asked if she knew Shigeo Matsuda and about her assessment of the closeness these days of his friendship with Jiro. To her answers, which couldn’t have been helpful (she’d only met Shigeo a few times and Jiro and he were not close) Ogata-san replied, (did I imagine the twinge of disappointment that these words hadn’t originated with Jiro?) “I’m going to suggest to Jiro that he write to his friend. Shigeo should apologize. Or else I’ll have to insist Jiro disassociate himself from that young man.” About this time Ogata-san and Jiro had begun a game of chess that lasted the entire duration of Ogata-san’s visit. In fact, on looking back, there was no doubt in her mind that Ogata-san’s decision to take matters into his own hands (and from there, his business being finished, to end his visit with them) had been determined by the outcome of this very game. Ogata-san apparently had been sedulous in his efforts to teach his son to play chess. In particular he had used chess as a way of instilling in young Jiro highly valued traits and of correcting certain unwelcomed ones that he’d noticed early on in his son’s character. A significant part of the lesson pertained to approach — 245 �e.g., everything hinges on a coherent method — when the enemy crushes one scheme, a good chess player immediately comes up with another — a game is sealed not when a king is cornered but when a player gives up having an overall plan — one should never play a single move at a time; one should think ahead, three moves at the very least — and so forth. Ogata-san had said he could tell that although Jiro began his game with a strategy, the moment he, Ogata-san, broke it down, Jiro gave up and began playing one move at a time. When Jiro replied, “There seems little point in carrying on then,” Ogata-san had accused him of defeatism, whereupon Jiro, exasperated, had said that he failed (which ultimately of course implicated Ogata-san as having failed as an instructor) to see what defeatism has to do with it. “It’s only a game.” Ogata-san’s subsequent behavior — so typical — he was a teacher through and through, though she realized in retrospect that he was as slow a learner (they had been playing for several months) when it came to the nature of his son’s personality as his son was in matters most prized by Ogata-san. He’d explained to Jiro that although he had him cornered, there were three separate means by which he, Jiro, could escape, one of them being very simple. By sulking and saying he wanted to quit, Jiro was behaving the same way he’d behaved when he was nine. Ogata-san, agreeing to end the 246 �game, but wanting anyway to show Jiro his three potential moves, pushed Jiro to the point of explosion. Flinging down his newspaper Jiro had gotten up as if to knock the chess-board to the floor, but had clumsily stumbled on a teapot steeping next to him, spilling its contents onto the tatami. When it registered that all he had accomplished was to make a mess, he’d snatched his newspaper and left the room without a word. It was the very next morning that Ogata-san started talking about “getting back.” Just as he had given Jiro every opportunity to win the chess game, he had likewise given Jiro every opportunity to address Shigeo Matsuda. What Ogata-san had really learned from Jiro’s behavior the previous night (which was probably why he’d appeared so thoughtful, sitting so long gazing at Jiro’s puddle) was that Jiro’s standard answer — “I know it’s important Father and I’ll do it as soon as I have time” — was his son’s own strategy of avoidance. He, Ogata-san, needed to acknowledge that this was Jiro’s game-plan. Jiro’s refusal to see (and to act upon the fact) that, given his father’s history and pride, there was no way a slur on his honor could be anything other than unbearable (requiring prompt and firm attention from his adult son) was a retaliation in itself. Clearly during the night Ogata-san had accepted this. Therefore his decision to take the matter into his own hands. 247 �Drip. Drip. Drip. Raspy drops on the innards of a squirrel, tire-marks faded. Trees like green clowns through the gush west. Swirling lights, red, white. Puffs of white thrust through rain pounding on the asphalt. Her (white) dream. Turrets and gray slats. A gymnasium of quiet people stroking their dog or lovinglywrapped cat. Song after song, gently (kneeling) petting their dozing beast. “Strange. They all know all the songs,” she’d thought observing through the door, each person lost in a deepening connection with her animal. The latter swooned. “As much as a dog can swoon,” she muttered, glued to the scene. (She’d stood there a long while.) 248 �Manga 2 Solutions 3 (1) Bird drools over a map of Africa displayed in the showcase of a museum giftshop. The map is a page in a luxuriant leather-bound atlas equal in value, Bird has calculated, to five months of teaching cram-school. Something at once virulent and doleful about the mapmaker’s depiction of the exotic continent stirs him in a way that the platitudes of his daily life in post-war Tokyo have not. The vision (Bird on African soil gazing at cerulean sky through dark-colored glasses or Bird stranded on Nigerian plateau facing certain death by enraged beast or Bird with tribes statuesque, scintillating in ivory and paint — NON-STOP JINGLY MOTION) has eaten into his composure so that it is startling to be addressed (by his mother-in-law for example) as someone who isn’t this person. Simultaneously Bird purchases Michelin road maps series #182 and #185 complete with insignia (toadlike rubber man rolling tire down road), a practical gesture for actual use in Africa, while his wife sweats on a rubber mat giving birth to their son (the common theme being 2. Manga meaning “cartoon” is often written in hiragana syllabic script. When written in Chinese script, manga is a compound of two characters: man meaning “involuntary, in spite of oneself ” or “morally corrupt” and ga meaning “picture.” 3. Inspired by the novel A Personal Matter by Kenzaburo Oë. 249 �bringing forth life). For Bird’s son equals Africa (or surpasses Africa) only Bird as yet doesn’t realize it. What he does realize is that the spunky existence of this baby (saturated with hidden codes) is a knife to the cord of his, Bird’s, youth. Skirting the edge of his ability, his anonymity, his reverse prowess, Bird is about to become known. He is aging. Not like his paunchy friends whom the corporate world and marriage fatten, but more sinister and thorough, his aging sears his striving adolescent frame so that it languishes inside itself. He has shrunk opaquely. One looking closely sees the same birdlike posture, hunched, spritely, superimposed on a floating corpse. Bit by bit his second body yellows and dries. When his son is born with “two heads” (a brain hernia causes the brain to protrude from a fault in the skull so that the head seems to be double), one can imagine Bird’s terror for it is somewhat like catching an unexpected glimpse of himself in a carnival mirror. (2) Bird sees himself reflected in the plight of the unwieldy infant — created by his mind and his body. The doctor said “goods” (“Would you like to see the goods?”) and he is entirely correct. This is Bird’s product. 250 �In a desperate move to save his neck (being saddled for the rest of his life with a monster baby is a form of strangulation) Bird tells the hospital not to operate. He will take the baby home. This is neither a plan nor a strategy. It is loss of impulse control (the illusion of freedom from responsibility and hence from the burden of being an individual). In actuality Bird has thought no further than to get away from the doctor in the face of whose authority he feels powerless. As in taking one’s pet to the SPCA, or one’s senile mother to a “convalescent home,” Bird’s panic is a signal that it has registered, at least partially — the baby is now entirely his concern. Sloughing off his obligation, slipping the creature to a “doctor” who would make sure it died of malnourishment or pneumonia or some trumped-up diagnosis that could survive an autopsy, is choosing to play a part, irrevocably. And mistaking the nature of his fetters as existing outside himself. Bird’s panic ironically is a sign of health — the first tiny indicator of the possibility for his survival that manages to poke its ugly head above the physical, emotional and psychological abuse with which he is accustomed to treat himself. 251 �Somehow through the haze of alcohol, furin,4 pride, denial, dissociation, irresponsibility and general immaturity (viz. clinging to his silly adolescent nickname and accompanying fantasies) a spark of conscience obtrudes itself just enough to make it known to Bird that he is now, precisely, at a point of no return. A comment on will power by virtue of which certainly Bird’s baby is Bird’s baby. Before he turned twenty Bird, we are told, knew no fear. Seven years and four months later he teeters on making a decision the consequences of which could make him fear’s lifelong devotee. Bird catches a glimpse of his future self in the reflection of his “idiot son” in the nick of time. As long as the welfare of his baby is in official hands (experts at a university hospital), the tenacity by which the situation grabs Bird creates its own kind of exclusivity. (The life of his conscience hangs by the thread of an infant’s cap or pacifier.) So securely is Bird held by his own anguished retro image that (as if mystically blessed) he is excused from (when taken at face value) “larger” civil (national and international) concerns. Shackled though he is by bassinet etc., excruciatingly and mercilessly, by the same token he is, in ordinary 4. An illicit sexual relationship in which one or both partners are married to someone else. 252 �spheres, more at liberty than usual, enjoying a margin of action circumspectly broader than the conventions and lies that heretofore ruled his life. Ultimately he may be out of control (prisoner of himself), but so out of sync is he with the world’s destiny (the little drummer boy who offers his most prized possession to the baby Jesus) that its manacles no longer constrain him. The pulse of his baby replaces the pulse of humanity. As long as it beats inside Bird, he is free. ❍ Pink sky, treetips — hi! good morning! But the God of Black said “No-o-o-o.” (The sun’s wan grin barely discernible through the blur.) “Sit in padmasana. Cross your right leg under your left. Soften your eyes and be sure the channel through your right nostril is clear.” (The tick of the clock as dots of rain beat rhythmically against the door.) She’d relished the space. Each person making her own inner adjustment. As if on call, her right nostril felt frisky. ❍ Earlier she’d been aware of her proclivity to not move (more, being-as-a-swoon). 253 �The pull of inertia compounded by gravity, its weight, tug, unyielding bearing — down. Like the slow unfurling of water — steady, forceful, even-keeled. “I find my ears yearning (searching) for the gentle patter that usually comes first.” ❍ Her eyes drifted to her flowers. “A bulbous lily-like plant native to South Africa,” began the mushroomshaped tag. “Its bold (flamboyant) blossoms range from red, salmon, snow white to pink.” A new bud had pricked through a bluish sheath (both phallic). Bushy grass and bits of bark — a hairy pubic undergrowth. “A row of them would make a perfect Hanukah menorah,” she’d thought, though a silver Star of Bethlehem shimmered beneath its flares. One infant peeped candle-like skyward. Its would-be flame had a lime-green center. She was reminded of Albert Schweitzer, the photo at his hospital desk. Tall locks, bushy brows, mangy goatee, bow tie. Twinkly eyes and fur had draped over his resting hand. 254 �“It’s in the lion pose,” she’d smiled. “Almost — with a little more oomph and slightly higher hand.” Somehow, now, on the cusp of a wild storm, the thought of that tropical climate. ❍ She’d tucked her t-shirt under her bra and lowered her tights so that her students could see her navel. “It’s risky for me to demonstrate this banda. I’m fifty and I’ve had four children.” It was the day after Christmas. About to pour. Three people were in class. She listened to the wind rising with the sun. Ribbons of sateen, cobalt then iris then nero nero nero. “A Neanderthal winter,” she’d thought, watching the woman. 255 �Behind the windless darkening day Splish splash. “I can’t even see the bay,” she’d thought, shading her eyes from the stark shards of silver. She’d moved to the exit lane. “Ouch! I could have hit that person!” Cars banked. Flowers crushed. “What a day,” everyone was saying. ❍ Rain hissed over a sheer sheet of water. (Sprawling dew inflating itself like a peacock.) Yet the streets were quiet. A few drops meandered down her sideview mirror. (The gush of motion blasting its aftermath in the face of the bleary ones.) A dog pranced along the walk. Proud as a bird. Its sleek hair. ❍ Mud in the alley. Blinding white sky. Cold air seeped through a small crack in her window. She’d remembered leggings. Funny light in the slanting (pale) evening. Walking slowly sucking on a stick. 256 �Or chewing a whole pack evenly. One a block. How many gummy candies? Hard chewy. Soft chewy. It’s true, her acupuncturist had said. Some foods are especially suited to some people. ❍ “So I walk around the lake maybe twice everyday. I figure in ten years I’ve walked the lake 4000 times.” His black nylon jacket was zipped to his chin. “What is it like before dawn?” “The air smells sweet. I can breathe really deeply.” “Are you scared?” “Naaa. There’s one part where drug dealers work. I just say hi. They’re pretty friendly.” “Around 2:00 I go again. The light is beautiful. Like the day peaks. In summer, of course, it’s too hot.” ❍ “Shouldn’t they be flying south? March (not December) is when they’re all over the place!” She was brushing a caterpillar from her porch’s ledge. The skinny creature, pretzeled into an “s,” had stared, whittled its feelers and slowly proceeded along the blue railing. 257 �She’d noticed another, then another. (Butterflies had been scarce for years.) She had been concerned about their absence, but seeing caterpillars about to pupate . . . in the rain, in the fog . . . Soft gray sun had spread across the greenery. Late afternoon light. “Almost the new moon,” she’d thought, as if straining would scurry it along. A nearby church. ❍ A motley day. “Even the squirrels look cold,” she’d thought gazing at a severed-but-clinging branch. Their unpretentious sopping. “The lungs of the girl. The idea that her lungs could be cordoned off. Painted jet blue.” “Jet blue?” “Isolated from the rest of her. As if she could treat them one way and meanwhile think of her dogs as valuable.” 258 �Kan5 You know for sure they were a Stranger’s words because of your clear memory of the circumstances. Yet, you feel convinced that those same words had gushed forth straight from the deepest recesses of your soul. Assuming that words come to life only in the relationship of two human beings, there’s no earthly reason why you should not insist that your own existence be the wellspring of the Stranger’s words. Him-me, me-him — the narrator seems to be posing a rhetorical question. ‘Nothing quite as terrifying, soulstirring, as being picked as a pinch runner!’ either he or the other father remarks as they, awaiting their retarded sons, watch children different from ours on the ball field. ‘That’s it, even when nobody bothers to shout and cheer him on with Go Go,’ the alternate slides right in. Postwar sandlot baseball, those golden years when who’s who was delegated to black-market mitts (‘nine mitts in our settlement’), scored their (yes, unilateral) hearts which plummeted to their stomachs in the rush of Go Go Go. Almost a pant (frenzied), almost a whisper, potbelly of preconsciousness, informing strains, isolate, divergent patches, (wiggly, primitive) shadows of shared pre-knowing. (About their retarded sons?) 5. Kan means “gap” such as the gap between two sliding screens. Through this thin space ninja, masters of stealth and disguise, glide in. 259 �So how do we sort out the him-me-me-him nerve? It (the energy vibration) enters the body through the medulla (oblongata). One can easily syphon it off, messenger it to a body part, invigorate that part. Is me-him-him-me like chocolate, vanilla, strawberry? We recognize ourselves as chocolate, the fervent slip of the forefinger deep inside the cookie-dough and then YUM. It is forever. ‘Dead Monkey.’ Like tough love is it? They say that during withdrawal, the drug addict hallucinates one (a dead monkey) glued to the scruff of his neck. Which must be terrifying. The disgusting pull, chain-gang hulk fastened, fastening, fastener of my soul, my astral body. And here we are. No cigarettes. No leeway, junkie. You see how quickly things get confused? ❍ Cracking the fog. Its handsome caw. A crow or a jay through the mist. “Who was it that said he’d found a blank canvas so stunning that immediately to work on it — for him, it demanded too much too quickly? (So first he got it dirty. Then he’d work in reverse.)” “It wasn’t linear.” “Painting is never linear,” he’d claimed. “Except when 260 �one’s asleep (and maybe even in one’s dreams), one is constantly reflecting, contemplating, shifting, having flashes of clarity.” “What’s there must give forth and there is no criterion except, ‘yes, that is really what gave forth’ and not an idea of what, for example, ought to have been given forth.” ❍ Creampuff clouds, a bed of them, beneath the raw blue sky. “I’m here!” screamed the sun. “The ghost of rain, storming away. MAD.” “Clouds got their way.” “Does that mean, being pushy, that they deactivated the horizon? I mean that horizon had been waiting a long time.” “The horizon was orange both before and after, right?” ❍ She’d thought of the girl who wanted her freedom but loved her dog who needed constant walking. “The idea of a dog does not contain its volume within the dog’s actual contour, whereas the actual dog somehow does.” 261 �“Worrying about the dog — the persistence of noetic pulse — its volume contains her actual contour.” ❍ Blip blip — blip blip. Rhythmic, metallic. (Her memory of the man who’d put tin in his painting.) “The tin was so lively I had trouble getting it onto the surface,” he’d said. It had looked light, almost like it could blow away, whereas its history — it was filled with sand and had been rescued with an enormous crowbar. (What it furnished as a shape, color, or volume.) “For me, what’s interesting, is the attitude of the picture as its evolving,” he had said. (“His idea of putting more into a painting than it could hold simply by folding a larger piece of canvas into a smaller one.”) “A title is extra color,” he’d said. ❍ The mute. The pleaded man. He was spent. “Well, it’s costly. Neutral is expensive.” “ ‘Am I alive or dead?’ It’s a samurai chant he intoned each morning at 4:00.” 262 �“How does one know?” “If you get MAD.” “But you are a dead person.” ❍ Blasting drops. Unrelenting water. Streets like lakes (soon-to-be rivers). “I just want warm clothing. I go to my closet with the intention of dressing warm and out comes — what — the flimsiest garment!” ❍ “You’d have to be a fool to want to paint a picture,” said the painter. “The most powerful instinct is to paint a single form in its continuity.” (Which he admitted was a face.) “The true image only comes out when it exists on an imaginary plane,” he’d said. “Rembrandt eliminated plane. Van Dyck said, ‘I’m a painting,’ whereas Rembrandt — he’d said ‘I am not a painting, I am a real man.’ (But he was not a real man either.)” “Cage used noise. He’d begin with a city — ‘a structure in which you could do anything’ — and continued with what he called ‘far-reaching’ actions in such a way that 263 �the activity within the structure — well, it just dissolved.” “By not having something happen, the thing was carrying on. No-sound didn’t stop the flow.” “It wasn’t a pause. People mistake this.” ❍ “I want the things that happen to not erase the spirit that was already there without anything happening.” (Cage drove the point home.) While in Variations 4 he’d refused to chat with members of the audience during the performance (“Don’t you see I’m busy?”), in Variations 6, chatting simply became part of the show. ❍ Con la ayuda del Semáforo Solar: ¡ ¡ ¡ HAGAMOS DEL SOL NUESTRO AMIGO ! ! ! Ministerio de Salud In an Upside-Down World, Sunshine is Shunned ran the headline to an article on Punta Arenas, Chile. In the southernmost city on the planet, “solar stoplights” set at four levels of alert, warn people to limit their peakof-the-day exposure to a maximum of 21 minutes. 264 �“When the light is red, I don’t let my kids go out to play at all,” one mother had said. A picture above the article showed a woman wearing a sheepskin vest over a long-sleeved sweater. Thick, dark glasses wrapped around her head. In a second photo, a blonde little girl dressed in black velvet demonstrated to her schoolmates how to protect themselves. At first glance the child looked like she was in a play. “We feel like we are rabbits in a laboratory experiment,” said one dad. “Nobody knows what is going to happen to us.” Absurd indoor beaches by a Japanese painter — elaborate palms, coconuts, silver sand, white-tipped wavelets — flocked to mind. ❍ Earlier she’d smeared the emergent mist, slowly, hesitantly, praying that rain, feeling staved off, wouldn’t obdurately fill the vacuum. It had. It had begun to rain. Then it rained, vigorously, for about three minutes. Then it stopped, and hadn’t resumed, despite the reports, despite the fact that any fool . . . 265 �The squirrel, in the rain, resting on its haunches (bobbing, arching, heaving, twitching). She’d always thought of a squirrel as sprightly whereas this one — each movement seemed to ream through its entire body. “That’s funny,” she’d thought, maneuvering closer to the window. In her dream she’d had on a tightly-fitting kimono. Waddling across a street, she was making her way to a hairdresser whose expensive permanent — she’d wanted it but hadn’t counted on the price. ❍ “A well-educated foot,” the teacher had said, caricaturing an armless person steering an automobile with his legs . . . and feet. “The body will learn anything.” Before she slept she’d been studying the lessons of a yogi who had been murdered. His body was never found said his father in a postscript. This flossing of the body — her sloth kicked in. Plus a part of her (a feisty, strong, non-slothful part.) ❍ Sobbing storm. Awake in the thrashing swish, whoosh, whoop! Water — from the sky, road, trees — splashes, gushes, the world an explosion of harsh pellets. 266 �The sober morning-after. Drip drip drip. A slow dark day. (The feeling that darkness would never end.) Strange. In summer she’d looked forward to rain. And now, she still did enjoy the rain. Sable clouds. Sable hill. Flashing lights peeled the haze. ❍ The old man alone, startled. He wanted her there, yet her words, she felt, were an interruption. He would never have admitted it. “Silence continues the thing. It’s not a lapse. It’s the same as if there had been something.” He (the man) would probably agree, but only in theory. He wouldn’t agree, really. “Without resistance you vanish either into meaning or clarity and who wants to vanish into either meaning or clarity?” 267 �A gnarly El Niño Ono (scriptwriter-to-be) and I are staring up at the pitch-black sky when suddenly the tarry clouds above us part and I see their searing thunderheads catch the glitter of the moonlight. (This is an Oë sentence.) “Oh God,” Ono says. “You know the Righteous Man has been killed don’t you?” (When it departs from the nightingale’s body the nightingale’s knowledge that the night has passed is destroyed.) Sayoko, perched on the seat next to her, ( Karima kunoichi are women who, not part of the clan, are hired as maids, mistresses, fortunetellers, prostitutes) voices exception to Ono’s blatant (PINK) grief (too much feeling, not enough cause). SHUT UP YOU LITTLE BITCH! SHUT YOUR TRAP!” Ono responds in the doldrums of sorrow. Still missing the point Sayoko retaliates, “Change your attitude or I’ll denounce you” — a naïve and (unconsciously fascist) stance typical of a very young person — though not a pea-brain. Nor is she (Sayoko) forthright about her personal desires — to be in the back seat holding the wounded Mori. (Her young activist eye attacks, in this case inappropriately, and labels self-serving motives.) “SHUT UP, BRAT! CAN’T YOU KEEP YOUR TRAP SHUT!” Ono, polish personified, is too maimed to manage juvenile energy just at the moment. The little tart, reckoning her losses, scrunches back in her seat, still 268 �cursing but inaudibly. Ono launches into her story — the death of the Righteous Man — but the little tramp can’t restrain herself. “SHUT UP! YOU LITTLE BITCH, STILL FLAPPING YOUR JAWS!” The Mediator nabs the ensuing interlude to assign Sayoko the TASK of being Mori’s caretaker whereupon her secret desire transforms into a politically correct action which (because of her previous rigidity) she may lose face performing now. First she wants to but she doesn’t dare. Then she HAS to but she doesn’t dare (1) to refuse on the grounds of her causes or (2) to agree on the grounds of her feelings. The fact that she has cause and feeling positioned adversarially MARKS her as a featherweight. RULE NUMBER ONE for a skillful woman (ninja) is to have cause and feeling in sync. ❍ A gnarly El Niño season has announced its arrival with a big wet slap across northern California. Brandishing a bright swath of red and white (a clear El Niño hallmark) the latest color-coded maps signal warmer-than-normal sea temperatures and higherthan-normal water levels. The article had gone on to explain that aberrant conditions spanned an area twice the size of the United States, stretching across the Pacific from the international dateline to the coast of South America. 269 �According to one meteorologist, a separate slug of warmish water (bearing its own distinct blob on the satellite maps) had popped up in the northern Pacific. This had fostered a westward drift in a ridge of high pressure above the Gulf of Alaska, allowing storms to sneak down through the Aleutians into southern British Columbia, Washington and Oregon. Though forecasters had been careful not to call a storm an El Niño storm (even a storm in an El Niño winter), it was certain that El Niño (with its addled air masses pulling the mid-latitude tempest track southward) was energizing and pumping extra moisture into a tail of turbulence heading her way. “And what about the fish!” she’d exclaimed, worried, saddened, disgusted with the newsmen. ❍ Drip drop drip. Persistent blasts. And she, in the dark, listening. (The agony, like Christ’s, repeated to a voiceless child.) Slower, a little slower. But when she woke, it was pouring. (Only the hiss of wind.) “Jets of water sound like wind,” she’d muttered, listening more closely. It was curious. The harder it 270 �poured . . . there seemed to be a threshold, which, once crossed, either clarified or made it more murky. On her stomach, on her pillow, cool, puffy, relaxed. ❍ Rain. Then blackness. Dawn, finally, a limp beam. “Poor hill,” she mused, staring at the silent mud. Wind felled trees. “Millions lost their lights!” one headline shrieked. She’d prepared (set out candles, flashlights, water) but it hadn’t happened. “Didn’t they bury them after the last gale?” (A resident was referring to the power lines.) Having continuously lost their electricity — “We’ll remove them from the elements” — the city’s authorities had effectively said before planting them underground. She shut her eyes. The sound of the hill, stark and weary. ❍ “Am enjoying your book of poetry so much, honey — read it everyday for a little while — lovely, lovely!” It was on a card with a snowman (Santa Claus hat) holding a bunch of heart-shaped balloons. Two of the red ones showed up as the “a’s” in “Happy Holidays!” when you spread it open, typical of her mother’s exuberance. 271 �Over the years they’d both persisted in sending the style that represented themselves, rather than what the other person might appreciate. Blinding sun. But when she’d looked up — expecting (finally) clear sky — “The sky’s tongue is coated,” she’d thought, dizzy with the shock. “You’d think with all the rain . . . The sky seems to have indigestion.” Her hydrangeas too had suffered. The storm had taken several stalks. While new growth was just beginning to be visible, the plant as a whole looked exhausted. She worried that she hadn’t fed it enough. Or the right food. Yet now that she was apprised, it was winter. Probably she should wait until spring. She wished she knew more about plants, but her mind discarded whatever she was given even as the person painstakingly . . . ❍ A giant sea turtle ambled out of the chilly waters of Tomales Bay to the amazement of several witnesses and sunned itself on a beach near Inverness, thousands of miles from its normal habitat in Mexico and Costa Rica. The adult turtle, weighing an estimated 75 pounds, emerged from the water directly in front of one of the Bay Area’s few sea turtle biologists, who happened to be at Shell Beach that day with his family. 272 �The biologist had snapped about 25 pictures before the turtle shuffled back into the water and swam off as if nothing was out of the ordinary. One of the photographs (with just the turtle’s snout sunning in soft swirls of seawater) accompanied the article, which went on to say that the olive ridley, being way out of its element, had perhaps been a victim of El Niño. Previously barracuda and other tropical fish had been found in northern California waters during El Niño winters. The whole thing was all the more bizarre in that even leatherbacks (who have occasionally been sighted in Monterey and around the Farallones) rarely come out of the water unless they are nesting the reporter had said. “Cold water would slow a turtle’s heart, which would allow it to survive while drifting with the current,” one expert fathomed. Another: “The animal may just be confused.” Her gaze fell to the hill where two birds frolicked. Twirling, swirling, dashing from place to place. “They have so much energy!” she’d swooned. The turtle had reminded her — how had the painter put it — “There are forms in some experiences in your life that hold excitement. Even if you can’t do them very 273 �well, there is something terrific about the tenacity of a form that won’t allow you to do it.” ❍ Her new bud’s tongue was sticking way out. “It could be a baby bird,” she’d thought enraptured with its intense (upright) caw (“food mama, please more food”). One of the four older blossoms had shriveled. Its red was gray-red; its edges were white. Droopy frail pistils randomly suspended. Just there, disappearing. The bud was growing. “It’s slightly redder than the adults,” she’d muttered, mesmerized by its velvety glow. Their horn-like shapes reminded her of “taps.” 274 ���redwind daylong daylong was designed and set into type by Linda Davis at Star Type, Berkeley, using ITC Bodoni Twelve. This typeface was originally designed by Giambattista Bodoni, in Parma, Italy in the early 19th century and redrawn for modern use by Sumner Stone, Holly Goldsmith, and Jim Parkinson. The type was digitized by the ITC type foundry. ������ Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. 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LIB-PC011 Language A language of the resource eng Creator An entity primarily responsible for making the resource Sher, Gail, 1942-2026 poetry publications SherPublications https://digital.lib.buffalo.edu/files/original/dae4536dca95272045e6307efecc6be9.pdf 9d183d1879363acc99862b655e3185b0 PDF Text Text Sunny Day, Spring “When I found Gail Sher’s books, I imagined her having stepped from a Japanese Noh play. Her poems, sharpened by rigorous Buddhist discipline … were tough, refreshingly hard-edged, full of the natural world—constructed of bits and pieces of mineral, insect, bark, summer grass…. They showed a sensibility that was refined, educated, attentive to natural detail, & enamored of the chipped, the asymmetric, the rustic. They put me in mind of the writers of Japan’s Heian court, the best of whom were women. I still hear echoes of Murasaki Shikibu or Ono no Komachi when I open Gail’s books.” Sunny Day, Spring — Andrew Schelling, Faculty, MFA program in Writing & Poetics, Naropa University, Boulder, Colorado FPO PLACE BARCODE HERE Gail Sher Gail Sher is the author of One Continuous Mistake: Four Noble Truths for Writers (Penguin), the first of a widely-praised series of books on writing as a practice. She has authored over twenty books of poetry, six book-length haiku sequences, and a critically acclaimed book on bread-making (From a Baker’s Kitchen) based on her years of experience as the head baker at the San Francisco Zen Center’s Tassajara Bread Bakery. Her writing has appeared in over twenty literary journals, and her haiku have won awards both in the United States and Japan. She lives and works as a writer, psychotherapist and teacher in the San Francisco Bay Area. For detailed information about her, visit gailsher.com. Gail Sher �Sunny Day, Spring �Also by Gail Sher Prose Writing the Fire:Yoga and the Art of Making Your Words Come Alive • 2006 The Intuitive Writer: Listening to Your Own Voice • 2002 One Continuous Mistake: Four Noble Truths for Writers • 1999 From a Baker’s Kitchen • 1984/2004 Poetry Mingling the Threefold Sky • 2013 The Twelve Nidānas • 2012 Figures in Blue • 2012 The Bardo Books • 2011 White Bird • 2010 Mother’s Warm Breath • 2010 The Tethering of Mind to Its Five Permanent Qualities • 2009 though actually it is the same earth • 2008 The Haiku Masters: Four Poetic Diaries • 2008 Who: A Licchavi • 2007 Calliope • 2007 old dri’s lament • 2007 The Copper Pheasant Ceases Its Call • 2007 East Wind Melts the Ice • 2007 Watching Slow Flowers • 2006 DOHA • 2005 RAGA • 2004 Once There Was Grass • 2004 redwind daylong daylong • 2004 Birds of Celtic Twilight: A Novel in Verse • 2004 Look at That Dog All Dressed Out in Plum Blossoms • 2002 Moon of the Swaying Buds • 2001 Lines:The Life of a Laysan Albatross • 2000 Fifty Jigsawed Bones • 1999 Saffron Wings • 1998 One bug . . . one mouth . . . snap! • 1997 Marginalia • 1997 La • 1996 Like a Crane at Night • 1996 Kuklos • 1995 Cops • 1988 Broke Aide • 1985 Rouge to Beak Having Me • 1983 (As) on things which (headpiece) touches the Moslem • 1982 From Another Point of View the Woman Seems to be Resting • 1981 �Sunny Day, Spring Gail Sher Night Crane Press 2014 �Copyright 2014, Gail Sher All rights reserved. Night Crane Press 1500 Park Avenue, Suite 435 Emeryville, California 94608 No part of this publication may be reproduced or transmitted in any form without permission in writing from the copyright owner and publisher. ISBN: 978-0-9858843-3-8 �for Brendan ��CONTENTS The Slowness of Rain 1 That Was a Flycatcher 23 In the Loud Chirping of Grass 33 The Honk of a Goose 47 A Single Star 65 Drizzly Day, New Years 87 Winter Flowers 95 Walk at Sea, March End 109 At the Edge of Day, Daffodils 117 Sunny Day, Spring 125 ��The Slowness of Rain �Unn, head bowed, shoulders slightly slumped, sat, book in lap, in a stream of morning sun. To anyone watching it might have appeared that she was thinking. Töl, however, who happened to pass, suspected otherwise. Töl simply passed. Inquiring would do no good. Anyway, she already knew. Perhaps from her book, perhaps from the view, Unn had been reminded of something. “Now what was that I wonder.” But when she thought about it, the image would fail. And when she’d try to retrieve it, having subsequently grasped its meaning, both the image and the meaning would fail. Unn had explained all this to Töl far too many times. 2 �° On a table by the window stands a tiny vase of flowers. The woman smells them once then carries them to the garbage. Pink spots on her scalp turn reddish and splotchy in the late afternoon sun. An old blouse flops loosely. A few fat flies crawl around her apron. The mind of the woman is warm, her sweaters and chickens and all the places on the boat . . . “Hello,” Unn offers. “What?” shouts the woman. 3 �° Unn had been reading. Light from the dawning sky fell upon her book. “The days are such that I hardly need a lamp,” she was thinking when she heard a click. “That would be Töl.” Unn returned to her book and to the deep silence of the day. “Was that Töl?” Aware suddenly of how quiet the house seemed, she paused. “Was that today? Maybe it was yesterday.” Unn tried to remember precisely when she’d heard the lock on the door click, but she couldn’t be sure. She closed her eyes. Recently she’d read­—the article was in the New York Times—a war victim who’d been tortured was being treated for post traumatic stress. Though he’d suffered physical pain, his main symptom­—what was intolerable to him and wouldn’t leave him—was the loss of a sense of time. He simply had no idea of where he was in space, of how much time had passed or how long any activity would take. When the therapist slowly said, “Take your time, Sergio, we have plenty of time,” it was as if his sobbing would never stop. 4 �° Unn had her alarm set for four except for once a week when she set it for five. Sometimes she changed it from five to four thirty. In summer and in winter it was the same. As soon as the alarm rang she got out of bed. In both summer and winter it was dark. But in summer, when the light was close and the birds were close, getting up was easier. Every morning was the same. Except for on Sunday when it still was the same only one hour later. Inside, however, it felt the same. She wondered if she used this “same” as a substitute for her husband. 5 �Th  e rains of June the newspaper had said, referring in part to the husky sky and strong, winddriven bowing of the trees. A branch broken off and blown across the hill was leaning against a shrub that itself leaned awkwardly. “It looks exhausted,” Unn sighed, then puzzled over the word “exhausted,” whether it had an emotional meaning. So June was here, and the rains. A single crow on a leafless branch stared out into it. Though its feathers were ruffled Unn could see the clear strong line of its throat and breast. The breast puffed out. The bill was strong. Its eyes were strong and its mind had a strong quietness about it. And dawn too rising behind the rain, despite the rain, had that same strong quietness. Traces of its purity remained on the bird’s skin. The crow was simply staring. It stood on its branch even with her window for a very long time. Staring forward into wetness it didn’t blink. Her own blinking by comparison had radically speeded up. 6 �It began again in the evening. She sat for awhile listening, then went to bed early. Laying there simply allowing—the fullness, the monotonicity, the slowing and slurring of drops against her pane. With time the pattering grew louder. UNNN, he uttered, which is the same. His death is the same. I am without rivers. I am without a sound that can be replicated. What can’t be understood can’t die. It was a heaviness in the air like the beginnings of a storm though the air itself was tepid. She cupped her hands behind her head, to support her head, till it spilled itself out. 7 �When she awakened it was summer. The hill was rich with the fragrance of summer trees and the earth too, under a light sprinkle, oozed with the smell of green. The humming of insects was loud. Loud, however, carried time, as if this loud were happening long ago. Unn listened as the rain fell through the air slowly. Two white butterflies zigzagged across the hill. They’re dancing! she thought, following them over the crest. Their zips and loops—she felt quite mesmerized—and even after they’d disappeared, she stood as if expecting them back any minute. A fat yellow cat, stealthily, very stealthily, was maneuvering through the brush. But then suddenly—nothing had happened—its whole body relaxed. It flipped and flopped and rolled around in the wetness. 8 �“Did you see your brother?” Töl, Unn knew, had been planning to visit her brother. “You asked me that the other day, Ma’am. It’s the weekend after next that I’m going.” Unn flushed. It wasn’t so much that she’d repeated herself. It was more that she had no idea. It was part of a whole complex of things that she was finding increasingly disturbing. 9 �° Unn woke with a start. “She couldn’t have said Saturday. She said Sunday. Saturday is the day she is planning to visit her brother.” Töl had called saying that she thought the time was 1:00, Sunday at 1:00, but she wanted to make sure. It happened when she had looked that although Töl was down for Saturday, since Sunday was free— “I’m just going to change it.” Unn called back and left a message to that effect so Töl would understand. Unn had found the interchange quite pleasant. She was glad that she could make things easier for her maid. Later—it must have been in her sleep—Unn remembered about Töl’s brother. Whereas normally she came in on Saturday, this week she’d asked to switch her day and they had agreed on 1:00 as being appropriate. And here she had gone and said what she had said. Unn cringed with embarrassment. The room was dark. “I should check all of Töl’s times,” she muttered vaguely. It was because of her age that she had developed this way of saying aloud what came into her mind. 10 �° “Let me see. How had he put it? It’s just an old woman talking to herself.” She had read the line recently. Shingo’s wife from the other room had been remarking on her day while running water from a tap. Since he couldn’t hear her very well, his daughter-in-law, Kikuko, was passing on to him what she was saying. “Probably because it was his wife, he wasn’t interested.” Unn had thought that, because what she was saying—that the bush clover was blooming and that the pampas grass was beginning to send out new shoots­—ordinarily would have interested him very much. As it was he answered “Oh?” “What?” “I said, ‘Oh,’ and that’s all I have to say.” While not as aesthetically subtle,Yasuko had her own intuitive sensibilities. She often saw into things in ways that would never have occurred to her husband. Nevertheless he dismissed her. Undoubtedly it was her age and lack of physical beauty. 11 �Though he was alert to the slightest intimation of feeling on the part of young Kikuko—way more than his son now her husband of several years— toward his own wife he seemed numb. In her mind Unn had said dumb but then had thought better of it. This conversation had come back to her gratuitously. Unn knew that she too had a version of Shingo’s disdain. 12 �She also knew that dismissive as he was, Shingo had married Yasuko and provided for her for thirty years after rescuing her from futile, familial humiliation and servitude. Actually he had been in love with her beautiful older sister. He had carried the memory of her young beautiful sister—indeed the memory of this dead sister was more alive to him than the presence in marriage of his wife. Yasuko herself carried the same memory. Since neither ever spoke of it, their marriage was like a blank. Two floating inner worlds connected by a thread. It was this blank that had so affected Unn. She couldn’t get it out of her mind. “Why aren’t I more compassionate?” She had put no thought into the words. Had she paused, she might rather have strengthened her righteous judgments against the man. With the remark, however, she felt all the immediacy of what must be Shingo’s pain. “Wasted. Wasted was the word.” It wasn’t lost on him that his kindness to Kikuko was a fruitless effort to fill an inner void. 13 �Well, not entirely fruitless. Kikuko definitely benefited. She too was in a helpless and lonely position. In that sense their bond was strong. His wife however acted as if she were aware of neither. The comparison had suddenly occurred to Unn Ever since her husband’s death things like this would occur to her. 14 �° Rain fell during the night, one of those long, slow, protracted storms that comes before rain is due. “It’s a nice spring rain,” Unn mused, forgetting that summer was rife. As she lay in the dark listening to the blop blop blop, a flash of a dream . . . Yet nothing remained. She pulled her comforter up to her shoulders leaving her ears free. Behind that dream lay another dream in which the phrase waste of effort kept reoccurring. A riveting call echoing through the hills had resembled her own voice. The call had a haunting quality. It traveled up her spine, landed at her skull and seemed to stop, going no further. Probably it was the pressure that had awakened her. 15 �A lily!” The first this year. “ Indeed lilies were everywhere. The abandon with which they played all waving together in a tangle. One bud on an especially long stem seemed pale and tense like a very young girl. Somehow in her mind white had become its color, as if within its color the essence was white. 16 �° “There’s that girl.” Unn couldn’t help herself. Something round and clean within the slenderness of her body touched her like a bell. It was in the girl herself, as if a hard pure line of pulchritude had rushed to meet her in her body. Unn thought of a stone that burned clean having been washed by sea. The cleanness was in the stone. It had grown solid there if one could see. After the time of seeing has passed the inability to see will cause beauty to grow flabby. She’d been thinking about this earlier. Somehow the girl seemed as yet unaffected. Unn felt the depth of the line in her hair and, as it fell to her neck, in the joint that was exposed by the young cut of her dress. Something about the fabric—at the shoulder it stood apart—“lt’s shy,” Unn thought. “It hasn’t entirely settled onto her body.” The flesh too seemed shy as if experimenting with such exposure. One thick braid flopped across her back. It lay in the hollow of her breasts, which were small though full. Emptiness carried the cleanness. 17 �She must have sensed Unn looking. She’d stopped as if confused. Unn had not stopped looking. 18 �° The previous night Unn had read that for a certain character in her book, it would be no exaggeration to say that his first real problem—“That beauty should already have come into this world unknown to me” —was how he had put it. It changed nothing whatsoever. Therefore he had great respect. Having created beauty, this person’s ugliness . . . the beauty he had made had simply passed through his body leaving no mark. Could this be true? Unn took a deep breath. If the mind, beauty’s mind, permeated her mind, not only would she be changed but the whole course of her evolution would be altered. All the while she’d been thinking she also had been walking. Her eye fell on a tree. A white bird’s nest and its crest of pink-tipped twigs pierced through the impending darkness. And now in the dark, the blackness of its flowers and the blackness of its leaves trembled quietly. “A mind, using beauty for itself, gypping beauty, will not fulfill itself.” 19 �“So it will hoard. Like selfish energy sticks and eventually destroys itself.” 20 �° Someone had given her a lily. Even in its wrappings it retained a drop of dew. Of all the lilies that Unn had ever seen, for its superb whiteness and beauty, perhaps this was the most astonishing. Though she’d carefully changed its water, Unn felt that her actions, or even thoughts, had nothing to do with the lily’s thriving. Eventually it died. She’d held the stem in her hands, rolling it, massaging it, experiencing the wilted leaves rub against her as the petals revolved. A ray of afternoon sun beat upon her back as she stooped to retrieve the scattered ones. 21 ��That was a Flycatcher �The summer sun was fading and the evening air was calm. Full and calm with no breeze. “Windlessness so loud. It’s almost foreboding.” Yet all she could touch was a sense of disparity, a failure of nerves, as if the weather had nerves. A jay had landed rather boisterously on her porch and its caw rattled on getting more and more irritating. The bird was big, its vivid blue, jet-black bars and patches of white smudged. And its feather were torn, as if it had just been in a fight. Even its wings seemed to make noise like the after-talk of an argument. Caw caw caw though quieter now and Unn could see that its mind had slightly shifted. The jay had flown away. The faint sound of a flute filtered through the dimness but the sound made no music. Instead the sound made shadows. The shadows had something sad and something tender and at the same time something unformed, even intoxicating about them. Later on a rock two seagulls pecking at each other’s beaks made the same intoxicating shadows. 24 �° Unn liked to eat dinner around five. It wasn’t so much that she liked to eat at five. She actually preferred eight or even nine which felt more relaxed. Not that she was more relaxed, but the idea seemed to fit more loosely around her body. In truth, when she thought about it in that way, even ten wouldn’t be too late. Unn tried not to think about it in that way. Instead she worked backwards. If she wanted to get up at four and also have plenty of sleep . . . No doubt the edge came from resistance to admitting that she’d come to this. Perhaps to a stranger it would not have appeared that this “this” was in any way remarkable. It might rather have seemed that Unn was intent. Her housekeeper, Töl, gave it little thought. Indeed, more was apparent to her than the simple fact that Unn was eating early. She knew that Unn was preserving her writing mind. Still for Töl it was awkward. About four-thirty Unn would get fidgety. It was a signal for Töl to leave. 25 �“Töl dear. I’m glad you’re still here . . .” It happened so frequently, Töl could hardly elect not to be available. 26 �° “Would you do me?” Unn had asked with her eyes and with an exaggerated disgruntled expression. It seemed the maid was leaving. Töl knew that Unn knew because of the bundles she was carrying and also because of the coat that she was still in the process of buttoning. Töl also knew that Unn preferred that she simply leave. Unn’s arms were raised and her head thrust forward as she fiddled with the thing. “Just as I think I’ve got it . . .” she pleaded. Töl was already putting down her packages. The maid patted her shoulder to indicate that she had finished. After she left, Unn just sat staring at herself. 27 �° Viewing her life as a whole, Unn thought she could detect something moving like a cipher. Indeed she felt stalked. Stalked by her own life. Even in her dreams the same encrypted situation . . . Over time came the conjecture that these little bits and pieces of what had previously been her were lying there crafting her into a future her. She could actually tell when it was happening. As Unn got up—“That was a flycatcher,” she thought, seeing a small bird with a dark red breast hopping about a tree. With a piercing cry it flew off. She was aware she had a headache. In her dream she’d also had a headache. 28 �° “Is something the matter?” Unn, chest to knee, was examining her toe. Not wishing to intrude Töl inquired from the hallway. “My big toe hurts. I think it’s cold. It’s been cold all morning even in my slippers.” Unn was shocked at how fast the words spilled out. Later she lay awake listening to the sound of a train. “It’s going through a tunnel. As soon as it gets out I’ll be able to fall asleep.” The rushing of the train was beginning to resemble a roar. Or was it wind? The roar issued directly from the darkness. When she woke the train had stopped. Several passengers at the front of her car were leaning out the window. It was in a field. Low mid-morning sun spread softly over her body. Across the aisle a woman was knitting. The colorful yarn had little bumps that once worked up resembled butterflies. 29 �° “Is something wrong, Ma’am?” It was the second time that Töl, passing Unn’s room, had seen her staring at her leg. Unn didn’t answer. From the doorway all Töl could tell was that Unn, having positioned herself near a window, was examining something. Töl walked over to Unn’s side. “Ridiculous!” Unn said. “Utterly ridiculous. Yesterday there was not a hair to be seen and today, look at this!” She was standing with her foot propped on a chair, leaning over her shin. Töl couldn’t see anything but her leg. “It’s happened before. One day nothing. The next, each hair is like an inch. They’re always in a clump. A little group near the bone.” Töl was at a loss. She was beginning to see what her employer was talking about, however. “Is the other leg the same?” She asked this mainly so that Unn would feel less alone. Unn didn’t immediately reply. “It’s not like this leg,” she finally offered, as if just noticing the question. That had happened in the morning. Unn’s room 30 �got morning light. She had probably waited for the sun to hit a spot where she could see her leg clearly. 31 �° Unn was on a train. Brilliant light was streaming through her window. Beyond the boiling, diaphanous light, lay miles and miles of wheat fields. The car’s one other passenger had long ago gotten off. At first she’d closed her eyes. She wanted to feel the heat pressing against her eyelids. But then, relishing her aloneness, she’d opened them. Was it the light, the privacy or the wheat fields? Her head was filled with soft undulations of overlapping shafts of gold. Slouched in her chair she watched the everwaving grasses. Sometimes they waved one way, sometimes another. Sometimes the wave made an angle to the sun and a shadow would break out making a sort of ridge. The ridges might be small with deeply shaded inclines. Or, perhaps in relation to the sun, the rounded rows of wheat would be the bended backs of laborers whose life and the wheat were the same. Seeing the wheat usually made her feel lonely. Today, however, she did not feel lonely. 32 �In the Loud Chirping of the Grass �Summer rain. The evening air was soft as Unn sat listening to its patter. The heat too was soft. By night hardly a breath of air touched the flowers. Instead she heard the dark, almost as a voice, inside the grass, in the loud chirping of the grass. The dark was infused with wanting, as if she were the grass or a cricket with its ears. The song and the wanting on the knees of its front legs would be laughing loudly. “What are you laughing at?” He was lying at her side on a little bed. Cool air from the window spread the flavor of his voice around her back and thighs like a cocoon. “Am I laughing?” The laughing was like letters. His words garnered the flow of him into her. And the scent of jasmine climbing up the bricks trailing little salver-shaped flowers. The knowing of him was of always. The miracle of arriving in the laughing jasmine night. But she was asleep. They were in a car. He put his hand on her knee—“is it alright if I touch you?” 34 �° In the morning as she wrote light came flooding over her body. Five bright heads. The sunflowers had reached their prime. “A strong flower,” she mused. It used to be that she hadn’t liked them. They’d seemed leggy and always a little disheveled. Actually they were much like male persons. “Probably they’re Virgos.” The precision of their seeds all in a row suggested the systematic strength characteristic of male Virgos. She didn’t exactly know. “Do people give their flowers astrological readings?” 35 �° Several days passed. It was late on a hot afternoon and Unn was watching clouds forming and dissolving. Like her life, she was thinking. Flowers on the ground scattered in a shallow breeze. The garden was in shade. A huge crow perched on a magnolia. “Elegant but not winsome,” Unn thought, captured by the bird’s stare. Though it looked directly at her, it also somehow excluded her. She could feel its mind both taking her in and, slowly turning its head, marginalizing her. Its eyes were like glass designed to be impenetrable. Perhaps in her feelings there was a touch of sadness. Lately her awareness, heightened to the extreme, seemed to latch onto a feeling and, even when she didn’t feel it, it would be there. As if her life were a dream and everything in it bathed in a transparent blur. What must it be for her to feel marginalized by a bird? The scent of loss and want of deference filled her nostrils. 36 �Standing in the dusk, fixated on the crow’s overwhelming size and blackness, it seemed its world, large and dark, was all that was left. 37 �° It had rained all through June and on into July. Even now—August was usually dry—from the fourth to the fifth it rained, and on the morning of the sixth the shallow rain had shifted to a downpour. Not only had it rained longer, it seemed to Unn that it also had rained harder. What’s more, though the air was still, the sky was heavy. If she hadn’t known better, she might have expected snow. 38 �° “It’s Saturday.” Unn, washing her face and studying the sky, forgot that she was washing her face. Clouds floated toward her. Through an open window a bee. “I’m going to wash my hair also,” she was thinking. Afterwards she left carrying two woven shopping bags. “Did you find everything you need?” The check-out boy was quick. He had most of her items scanned and ready to bag before she had time to fish out her wallet. “I’m sorry. It’s in here somewhere.” “So how has the day been treating you so far?” In addition to her groceries she had a selection of summer chrysanthemums. “Yeh,” he said. “Usually we don’t get them till November at the earliest.” 39 �° It was high noon. A rainbow had emerged as Unn lugged her packages home. The rainbow was behind her. How had she known to turn around? The rainbow sat low, about the height of a person’s shoulder or a little higher. It made a clear arc of colors in typical rainbow order, but the portion to the right seemed to drop off midway down. When Unn stopped to look, the bottom of its arm would vanish. And as she thought this she began to see a second, fainter rainbow forming inside the first one, its colors arranged oppositely. The second rainbow was also missing the lower part of its arm. She remembered earlier seeing two other rainbows but she couldn’t recall if they had the same missing arm. “Neither were double rainbows, however.” Looking south where the view was hidden among some clouds, she could not tell if yet another fainter rainbow was about to appear from behind the clouds’ face. 40 �° Just as a rainbow can only appear within space and not anywhere else, so someone lies between night and night, the bedding of the color black or as if he came out of a screw. As if a mountain stops sending color down its edges, like when he becomes a rainbow after dying like that. The bedroom begins again. It will never leave because he died. And now the sun is alone. Alone is a color in her heart. 41 �° “I’m going to visit the bell.” She knew it was a whim. The bell had been blessed, suspended in a tree and all its sounds dedicated. But she missed the tree which had its own internal sound. And around the tree—between the tree and a little wall that had been raised—some sort of giggling white flower. The youngness of the white against the oldness of the tree—still, some of the monks—“The tree looks tired," they complained. Indeed when one looked carefully, its weariness seemed undeniable. Though many years had passed since Unn had seen the tree, its tiredness could be heard not only in the bell’s sound, but, she felt, even the deep fragrances of the land had been affected. Shafts of sun streamed through its branches scattering gray shadows. Later she had a dream. The temple grounds were dark. Rain, falling in great drops, began to collect on the tree’s ripened limbs. At each lightning flash there was the scent of earth. And the raindrops burned “as 42 �if they were on fire!" That was the dream. When Unn had tentatively touched the end of a charred branch, it immediately shriviled. She was aware of a vague, incoherent quality, unnamable though familiar. 43 �° Certainly he is dying. But he says, No! I feel the press of something in my body. But days and then the light appears and even the bed where there is nothing but the pleasure in the dying. Whereby in the depths of himself, in the entrails of the image in the bottom of himself . . . Will he die? She involuntarily thought with him about what was not being accomplished in him, inimical in him though it appeared. He has begun plucking at himself someone says in reference to death, as if this is the beginning. This is how it starts. The wily expression of death slinks into inwardness, which takes time, like the sand moving, even the coarse sand here. 44 �° That night she couldn’t sleep. Her body felt hot. Yet she could see from her curtain that there was a breeze. And a vast depth to the moonlit sky. She got up and looked out. Crickets. Their sound was cool, unhampered by the sky. A cricket shrills but it is night rubbed with night, the feeling of death happening. When a cricket shrills at the foundation stones of a temple, I am already dead. 45 ��The Honk of a Goose �October had begun. Unn was in the garden. One flower, she noticed, was drooping in the shadows. “It’s a rose. Or the mummy of a rose. A too­intent gaze might cause its petals to fall." Saturated once by the rays of summer light, it still, she felt, conveyed some warmth. Drawn by a sound Unn looked up. A huge cluster of red dragonflies was swirling above and in front of her. So autumn was here. The dragonflies had brought it. “Are dragonflies really red?” Probably it was just the season they were carrying. Or the fatigue of summer. A wave of its weight suddenly passed through her body. 48 �° “Look, it’s going to rain,” he’d said, pointing with his umbrella at some ominous clouds to the west. Storm clouds, now here, now there, passed thundering and black across the sky. The center of one had decidedly darkened. It seemed a white curtain of rain having invaded the distant forest was moving quickly toward them, its wetness breaking into thin fine drops. The drops were intense and left gullies in the ground. 49 �° What had been rain when she woke up by dawn had become a storm. Already in her bathrobe Unn stood looking at the sky. Each branch had its own sky. And the sound of the mountain had the clarity of death. It was not her death. It was just death. That she then saw in a face. The surface of the face with which it had been alive had sunk so low as if the heart of low had suddenly been torn out. The dead bird’s face, thus removed from its physical existence, seemed likewise removed from its true existence as a bird, though she could not say for certain how this true existence manifested. Since it’d seemed contained in the bird, she would equate the bird, and especially its face, with its true existence. But was it simply true existence, which she now realized has no precise stake in itself? Unn remained looking at the face. It was lying on its side with its big eye turned back into its head. 50 �And the mountain ahead of her, it was as if it were being seen without any prior meaning. Indeed it reappeared, renewing its own meaning, after having slept, awakening to its meaning. Beyond the surf and the thick grind of moving water, only the folds in its sides stood out clearly. As far the rest, everything seemed collapsed. 51 �° Unn had left the bird on the rock but she could not leave it. She’d found herself continuing to look though she’d roamed quite a distance from the body. “It’s going to be hot,” she said, aware through the clouds of a strong white glare. Another kind of light had also broken out, not a glare, though it was hard to define. The day was loud with jays. Though none could be seen, the whole vicinity, what with their ruckus, was filled with disturbance. Unn stopped. On an impulse she said a prayer. In the middle of the prayer her eye glazed her fingers which were blue like a ghost, despite the heat, despite the glare. 52 �° It was just a face and in its immaculate skin Unn saw the motion of age—it almost seemed that it was happening in her eyes—the disposition of the skin, more defined, more set, as if the skin itself had always known where it was going. Is he hurrying? The air against the face is white like his face which is pensive and turned downward. The lines are deep. Still this face, fresher and younger, the boy of the face floating free of his body, his face, a clean, surreal white, glowed with no shadow. Sadness, but somehow not her sadness, the sadness spoke of mourning with a high musical beauty. In her heart there surged a supreme happiness that she was unable to explain just from the face. In fact the high resonance of the face on its own volition seemed to come echoing back across the sky and through the rain-drenched light. Even now the cheeks and eyes, the contour of the chin, were filled with his perfume. The person’s form floating up, strength gathering in his neck, was making a cameo of his body carved in relief of the rain’s dull thud. For Unn, the face and the rain were like two seas of transparent emotion. 53 �It’s Luciano,” Töl announced. He was holding “ a bunch of cornflowers. Their blue was soft like the sky. Some of the petals facing away, accentuated perhaps by their drab green stems, bore an ineluctable sense of oldness. When he’d entered the room he had been carrying the flowers, but as if his purpose had left his mind, he just continued to hold them. What do you suppose the word “sparkling” means in the last line?” Luciano finally grumbled. Unn knew what he meant. When he eventually glanced over she was staring out the window. “I’ve thought a lot about it. Since he left it open...” Her word “open” trailed off. Luciano said nothing. “My deepest sense . . . my deepest sense is that she had killed him and that she was pregnant with his baby. ‘Sparkling’ means that her revenge was a success.” “But that’s what I keep wondering . . .” Then he’d paused. “If Keiko has Taichiro’s baby, it would be Oki and Fumiko’s grandchild!” It was said in a hush, as if the 54 �reality had just dawned on him. Unn’s thoughts had wandered to a painting. A man and a woman with almost identical faces, long and prim with tight mute lips, stood side by side with their baby son in the middle. All three wore black with a priestlike collar. While the parents’ skin looked ashen, the child’s burned in gold. A soft fleshy gold. Its head was bald except for a tiny black topknot and its baby penis was gold. Its innocentbut-stern expression plus its young vibrant organ were the composition’s subject. Crossing all three was a thin angular red line. 55 �° “They wouldn’t have to know! There would be no reason for them to know.” After her student left Unn continued thinking. “Keiko and Otoko could raise the child with neither Oki nor his wife knowing anything about it.” Unn was picturing Oki as he had been after Taichiro’s drowning, putting his arm around Fumiko’s shoulder and leading her away. It was symbolic of Keiko’s triumph. It wasn’t a choice. Oki now, bound by his circumstances, was simply an old man. Unn tried to picture how the relationships might play out. Had the fetus followed murder? Keiko would prevaricate. But would Otoko abandon Oki’s ersatz child after hers had been so brutally taken away? Kawabata had made it clear that if Keiko were pregnant the child would not be Oki’s, but Taichiro’s, Oki’s son. Unn had the fleeting image of a very old Oki suddenly smitten by a girl whose beauty—she’d be fifteen, of course . . . Unn’s body stopped. 56 �° Later she remembered a dream. In low dunes by a shallow tide two butterflies were frolicking. They darted out almost to disappear, then darted back, a deep blue against the sky. More arrived and the space became a ring, a swarm of wings washing over the sun. “This light is pure blue,” she said. The center of the flame was foaming. Yet the wings looked frozen. The swarm had spread so as to be like a glacier. 57 �And now it was fall. An old Monterey Pine, its lower branches spread out wide and very near the ground, stood such that in the late-afternoon light it appeared to Unn almost dreamlike. And there was, she felt, an even older quiet in the exquisite subtlety of each of its leaf ’s dulling shades. Her eyes were down. Trailing shadows played over her cheeks and arms as she ambled along slowly. Here and there delicate white flowers thread their way back into the woods. 58 �° While Unn along with everyone had felt the time change come unusually early this year, having seen the light glancing off the leaves, instead of, what had become so prevalent, a kind of dreary lowering of day into coldness. Layer upon layer of their broad-fingered shadows fell upon the walkway. Unn didn’t move. It was after 4:00, the sun about to set. Seething with life in numbing air the earth had quieted itself to a certain restrained low. The honk of a goose roused her. An old transparent emptiness opened—she felt it in her heart—and into the emptiness sank the honk of the goose. It occurred to her that geese—“but what am I thinking? It’s more a question of wanting to hear the honk again!” 59 �° “Please bring it back. Pleeeease . . .” she pleaded. The bird had flown out while she’d been feeding it. She thought she saw it land in a tree across the street. Since the tree was what the parakeet would see—its cage was by the window—she stood, also by the window, staring out unable to think of anything. “Tweetie! Tweetie!” It usually would respond by hoping over and pecking at her finger. Though her calling over time conveyed increased desperation, its cage, now empty of the bird, all she could do was continue calling. 60 �° One day the sun had come out to the clear song of a lark. “Did you hear the lark?” It was Töl. Her words felt sharp against the wet late-afternoon sky. The pines aglow with flares gave off an astonishing assortment of colors. Subsequently, from the seat of a child’s swing, Unn gathered some scattered petals. The place was empty but the swing kept swinging quietly back and forth. Nothing else in the park moved. 61 �° “I know but I was just saying . . .”They’d been walking toward the bay. As soon as the rain had stopped, a gay, silver light appeared between some cloud-rifts. Then a thick-throated chug, apparently from a ship. “That was a kingfisher. Did you see that low-flying bird back there?” He had been facing the same direction staring at a long plume of smoke through the dusk. It had been then that she’d leaned lightly against his arm. She remembered her surprise at the warm solidity of his body. “We picked a good hour, didn’t we?” he offered casually. But she’d sensed that he was confused. Had she instinctively drawn toward him because she’d felt a kind of absence in him or because of some inner coming-to-terms with what might have been difficult, living together as they had, under the circumstances that they had. The depth of their connection and her deep knowing of him made such thoughts seem entirely natural. She’d been unable to respond. Her body, however, had suddenly perked up and her pace and gaze were alert. 62 �° In this way autumn had neared its end. It was still too early for the full flowering of her favorite white chrysanthemums, but the colors of the leaves made her listen, not just to the leaves, but to the birds and the amazing sunsets. The streets were hushed, yet the hush had an expectancy. Teeny flowers of bright, strong blue appeared among weeds shrouded in mist. Earlier there were birds. One or two with the same few notes. A very thin bird hobbled across the road. “It’s limping,” she whispered. 63 ��A Single Star �For November the weather was balmy. Bulbous leaves were flip-flopping about. But the air was dry. And windy. “Fire weather,” people were saying. Day after day brownish clouds trapped the sun’s potential light, but then it cleared. Without rain. And the dawns too, their blood-red glow—but with no drops, their burgeoning stance seemed menacing. Finally, in a baleful dusk, a small rumble of thunder. 66 �° “Isn’t that rain?” Her body all but leaning against the glass had been facing slightly away from him. He turned to look in the direction she was pointing. “Could be. Is it supposed to rain?” “No, I mean really. It’s not just mist hovering over the pines, is it?” The moisture was wrapped in clouds. A low-rolling clump lumbering above the bay and the overcast sky were nearly the same color. 67 �° The rain itself had stopped leaving the air sweet Exiting a cab Unn watched a leaf, first tumble laterally then land in a recession at the roadside. “It’s resting in air, holding on to air!” It alighted on a dead body. Motionless, on its back, the animal also seemed to be resting. Though its fur was black and shiny, its belly was white. Mud had worked into its paws. Inside its beaklike mouth lay a soft, fleshy pink. “It’s a mole,” Unn intuited, though she had no idea what a mole looked like. It was exceedingly small and its eyes especially seemed very small. She stared for a long time at its crumpled skin and hairless tail. 68 �° Departing the museum Unn felt bereft. She’d spent the whole time on a single portrait. To Marry a Mule. That was the caption beneath a photograph of a young Chinese man in black tuxedo and white ruffled shirt next to a small white mule, rouged and behatted and decked out with flowers. The man too held a bouquet. From out the folds of flimsy pink fabric trailing off the mule, one bestockinged leg—mesh ran half way up its thigh—stood demure, almost prim, conveying a definite sense of devoted submission. The floor was covered in shiny pink something and a red and pink curtain had been improvised as a backdrop. The curtain showed one white star. The effect was quiet and full of restrained passion. It was not at all foolish. Indeed, what was disturbing, was the intensity and seriousness of both the man and the mule’s facial expressions. One felt their pact. The perfect purity of their commitment. The artist’s name was Wang Jin. “Performance in Laiguanying village, Beijing, July 28, 1995” was all the placard said. 69 �Unn was reminded of a book of peasant altars— the little nothing devotional objects that had moved her so profoundly. And here again, in this seemingly ridiculous photograph. But there was nothing ridiculous about the man. In fact she’d never seen a jaw that said “I know precisely what I’m doing” with such certainty. And integrity. No doubt it was symbolic. The man was marrying his own stubbornness. His bride was a political belief. Unn felt her heart jump. 70 �° Rain had come down in torrents during the night and now, back in her room after washing her face and brushing her teeth, Unn felt the residual weariness. Very fat, very slow—one drop at a time seemed to land on her porch with a crash. Plop, plop, plop. The sound would weigh like death would weigh. Her eye fell on a flower. Though it was just a morning glory, probably wild, the ordinary indigo of an ordinary morning glory, its green and the intense purity of its blue seemed so innocent against the fence, clinging and at the same time arching back in the sopping air. The air was its support. For its brief span of life Something whimsical about the flower, both young and about to die. It came like a sound. As though she could hear the rest of her life. 71 �Finally the long spell of typical lateautumn rains, soggy and cold, settled in. In the morning on her walk, there was nothing but the muddy sea glimpsed through some beaten palms at the water’s edge. Around 4:00 it started again. “A peregrine’s for luck,” she thought, as the shadow of a wing swept overhead. First one wing then the other dipped as if it were trying to find its stride, and then, just when it seemed about to drop, instead of downwards it glided backwards and upwards. Though the incoming tide was roaring and the sea quite black, in her mind it was sable and carried the coldness of the color of mourning. Sables are not solely for the dead, however. 72 �° Dank cloudy days succeeded one another as the leaves fell and the wind grew dark. “Whatever is happening seems to be happening everywhere,” Unn mused, taking a seat near the clinic’s bayview window. A receptionist at her computer was chewing gum. “What kind of flowers are those,” Unn asked, pointing to an arrangement of fake bluish blossoms dangling over the filing cabinet. “Maybe there’s a tag.” The woman got up to look. Returning to her desk she’d just shrugged her shoulders. 73 �° “Be careful. The ground is still wet here.” The speaker, speaking loud, was holding a person’s elbow. Huge sporadic drops had begun to spatter against the glass, so sporadic in fact that between drops she’d forget. Instead, the memory of a man in strong daylight in some sort of large room popped up. It was the image of his hands whose left pinky finger wore a long, carefully polished nail. The tip was pointy and extended well beyond the flesh, which was olive-colored and luxuriantly smooth like a woman’s. The hand took hers gently but the nail was held apart. She remembered something young, even impetuous, about its color. And the breath of sadness that it carried. How many hours had he poured into tending it, every day, clipping, filing, buffing. As if the showiness of the nail pertained rather to what was sheltered by the nail. Her gaze dropped to his toes. A few were painted orange. “Skin beneath the nail’s tip feels to the person 74 �like a newborn’s,” she recalled. Just then one of the toes had wiggled. Unn quickly withdrew her eyes. She apologized to the toes. Later she apologized to the fingernail also. 75 �° Unpleasantly wet days went on. Feeling quite drained of energy, Unn stayed in bed till 10:00. Shapes above the sill took sharp forms in the lingering rainwater. And then she heard the crows, their discordant shrieks and the beating of their wings as they took off. First fully, then less and less fully, she was conscious of a certain foreboding. It seemed to her now, as she readied to get up, that that experience hadn’t happened. 76 �° A chilly wind had broken by the time she’d bathed. Sitting with her tea, the lines of rain, bent in eerie light, cast—“shrill” was the word that came to mind—shadows. “Shrill” was in my dream.” Something . . . because she could barely do it with her body . . . someone had awarded her a body that she thought she could use, but she woke up. The borrowed sense of strength had stayed with her however. The words of a war song, though in a different language, arose but fell away as the dream fell away. They were just stray words. Yet they repeated themselves and repeated themselves. 77 �° The night said rain and as Unn progressed briskly through the streets, she could feel the rain cloistered in the fog, not yet released by the fog. The air lost space even while Unn sensed limitless space. There was no sky, just protuberant air refusing to slacken its tightness. A sound, from the inside of her ears, also felt tight. “I’ll close the window,” Töl said, as soon as she walked in. Unn’s face had relaxed but her jaw, almost jowl-like, staunchly protruded like a man’s. She’d glimpsed, she felt, something comparable in herself to the spaces of the night, one limited, one limitless. As Töl drew the blinds the impression disappeared. Then instantly another the shape of a black tulip. The solidity with which it stood sank into a quiet that seemed only to involve itself. “It’s beautiful, don’t you think,” said Töl, placing an arrangement of gourds on the table near where Unn was seated. Luciano had dropped by. He’d been struck with their seasonal color. 78 �His casually elegant arm offering them to Töl woke brightly in Unn’s mind. Several stalks and numerous fleshy fruits rolled about a tall, thin vase. “They’re round,” Unn said. “Usually gourds are asymmetrical.” For a long time she sat quite stuck upon the point. 79 �° That had been several days ago. The experience came back as she passed a still-unfixed path lamp. “Should I say something?” A deep reluctance welled up. Then the memory of her husband who had a habit of leaving on lights. “Should I say something?” When he died of course, the habit had also died. Unn was thinking that except for her husband, she didn’t know anyone who had died. That is anyone close to her. But then she remembered that her parents had died. First her father. She couldn’t remember how many years later her mother had followed. They’d long been divorced. Neither of their deaths affected the other in the slightest. Unn was appalled that she could forget. 80 �° Walking by the sea she felt mesmerized by a sound, as if of rain but it was soft, like an essence, as though the fog had turned, not to rain, but to dense vaporous bits of its own flesh. As though the fog had died leaving a remainder, like the sensation around her nose after she removed her glasses. Her glasses, Unn felt, had a ghost. She’d go to take them off, yet the sense of their being on, the memory of her glasses was alive in her skin apart from the object and more palpable than the object. And tonight’s fog. Even while it was there, its memory was even more there. “Are you asleep?” Töl was about to leave. “It’s more a kind of slumber, a quiescence from the fog,” Unn answered drowsily. Töl paused. It’s the waiting of a fish on the inside of a word, Unn blurted out. It came from another world. “Well, I’ll be leaving now.” Töl had said it in a hush. It was clear that she was interrupting. 81 �A sultry day. Not the weather but her state of mind. The day itself was nothing special. Perhaps it seemed so because the day before— after weeks of fog, a ruddy glow from morning till late afternoon, had set the whole of a windswept landscape off in pure red light against an astonishing pale sky. The earth lay red, with rocks like bones, trees like bones. The brightness of the bones seemed to be burning icily. Hilly pines stood out darkly. 82 �° He is red and his body a transparency of all that is held in what we think of as a red color. You feel that there is in him some necessary and very important thing, also very red. The brain of the color is motion, red without sky, so you just see what is left. even if the sky moves. A layer of cold mountain color cascading into pockets, a few blazing peaks poked out against the darker ones. 83 �° And now floating clear, now hidden by a cloud, a single star shone through the haze, though she could not tell where the star was. The faint red of the star seemed to flow down the mountain’s face. And the moon too, a darkish red, was working its way down from the summits. “It longs to escape the sea, to circumvent its pull as it falls with the night into blackness.” She could smell the sea, the deep, swarthy water, its undulations, and even the moon’s impenetrable color had condensed and filled her nostrils. Black light. There was a drab poverty in the scene, yet under it she heard a massive, urgent poise. 84 �° The rain began slowly. It was soft, almost a spray. “Its wetness speaks of gentleness, the gentleness of benevolence,” Unn thought. Indeed it felt like a sign. “Drizzle, after all, composed of the tenderest dew . . . it’s incompletion itself, therefore, inadvertently, it will be a portent of incompletion.” Such anticipatory awareness had arisen only lately in her. The recognition brought neither excitement nor curiosity. Instead Unn felt a wave of irrelevancy, a wooden sense of deadness that she couldn’t place. “It’s ceaseless. Yes.” This was clear. Drizzling is always somewhere. Because it is incomplete, because it will never stop. “But what if it did stop?” 85 ��Drizzly Day, New Year’s �It was still raining on New Year’s Eve and New Year’s day was also rainy. The sopping trees, the feeling of waiting palpable in their limbs, carried a kind of pressure. Her ears felt tight. Her hair also felt tight. The receptivity of the trees—she would have thought it would be the opposite—created a kind of slouch, like the laxness that comes after so much waiting. From her room, which looked directly west, Unn saw the dim brightness of a year-end day being sucked back into the earth. 88 �° The next day, Monday, Unn woke with a sense of dread. A blustery wind had risen from the sea. You could hear it in the grass, and in the mountain beyond, a quiet, chilly glow that she recognized from old paintings of Christ. As though the body itself were suffering, but the heart, the essence, was not suffering. In one painting a soft, plump trail had sunk its way into a long, drawn-out sadness. Even now, as the day slipped into dusk, it was the doleful aftermath of that sorrow that drained into Unn’s increasingly cold body. Her eyes were cold, which cold, meandering down her spine and settling in her feet, felt oddly final. The image of Christ’s feet—the painter had pegged them with one nail—would thicken, sharply, the sensation of numbness in her own feet. She had seen the painting in her youth. Yet the effect had not been sad. The effect had been uplifting. She had, she felt, heard Christ’s blood flowing into her. Actually, she could still hear it. 89 �° The thump of rain splattered on her thoughts. Rain carried by wind—she experienced it in her chest—the rich moist smell, and then below that another stronger, fuller-bodied one. And below that? An unpindownable perfume, faintly from far away. As gentle steady drops continued to fall and continued to spread more thoroughly through her body, she suddenly saw her feet rising in air. Detached, unbounded. Free toes. Suspended in air, which was mountain air, the feet seemed to inhale in full gulps. Though they were only feet, she sensed the complete person to which the feet belonged. Not an image but a sound drifted from the feet, a vague sound, like snow in the distance. Before snow, snow is in the air. Arriving at this air. The whole point of his life is arriving at this air. She could feel the sky making it. The space of falling snow, long and late at night, reminded her of her husband’s eyes. 90 �° He said it was his death. He knows, he said, because he’d said it in a dream. It was already quite dark and in the south where he was looking there were no clouds. The clouds stood to the north. From there lightning and a roll of distant thunder. She too had felt the passing, but to her, in her dream, she thought she was remembering it wrong. 91 �° Finally the rain stopped. The trees were plump with dripping. It was hard to tell, if behind the drops a second rain weren’t beginning. The second rain would be skinnier, a thin veil over the first, increasingly recumbent one. “It’s the pity.” She was still thinking about Christ, just now Christ’s face, but when she looked, she saw her own sad face. As if her light, opposed to its own radiance, was opaque. In Christ she saw the face of the face, whereas in herself she simply saw the face. She saw, she said, “a not-reflecting light,” which was the tale of her eyes, but not the tale of her heart’s eyes. In her thought she felt her nullity before Him, He who was anterior to her mind. 92 �° And there, in the dead of night, the only sign of life on the deserted shore was a beached fishing boat. The shadow of its prow, long and black against the sand, made the hour, shivering in white almost rapturous. Strange she felt so safe. Even the moon’s rays detailing the boat, in the intermittent wind she felt its peace in the pit of her stomach. The sea was dotted with eyes. The sky with stars In fact Unn felt invincible. Somewhere inside she knew she was impervious. Her body was impervious and her mind, also, against the lurking dark forces. 93 ��Winter Flowers �An ebullient winter morning, clouds piled in the sky. Unn stood feeling the youngness of the sky as if she were five, clean and fresh of every possible movement. As if her life, in terms of her body, hadn’t yet happened, though there she was with her age. Only day sounds could be heard. A spritely bird, brown with a black and white head, swooped to a land in front of her. Its features were clean and its hop struck Unn as delightfully young and clean. Having looked around, probably to feel a wind current, it flew off. 96 �° Then she felt it. Snow was falling on her lightly. It fell on the road, on the withered leaves of oaks, on the dingy fences and disheveled, wasted patches of dead flowers. It continued to fall, noiselessly and bright, but not enough to cover the ground. Even the flakes that fell on her coat vanished leaving no sign. It’s surreal white like snow that is impossible, she thought. It didn’t entirely make sense. And as she stood, gradually becoming wet—­ “There’s no sign of snow over there.” It appeared to be falling only in this one spot. Indeed the snow seemed petrified having lost its way in the approaching-night air. The sea too seemed to be petrified. She was conscious of its weight as of a presence around her shoulders. 97 �Later it started again. Though not as mild as before. “It’s just flurry. Maybe it will pass.” No one was about. A biting wind cut into her eyes. In the distance echoed the scraping sound of a trolley. 98 �° “Has it stopped?” She’d been listening, then losing her awareness of listening. The wind had died. Suddenly a hare shot out over the snowdrifts. The skin of the snow is scratched, Unn thought, as if its hollowness had been pulled back into her, its oldness frozen into her. To Unn’s old ears, the hollowness of the sound seemed similar to the surf. After breaking on the rocks. Receding from the rocks. It was smooth to her mind, like seething or fizzing. 99 �Thank you very much for bringing me. I “ really had a nice time. And I have a feeling I may get better now.” Unn read the line again. The first time—“They’re like a little girl leaving a party.” After seven or eight years of being inextricably parted, they’d practically collided, one getting on and the other off a train. Re-reading the words forced Unn to name what must have been Utako’s constraint. Jiro was now married. Therefore, his acknowledgement of something important still between them—“I hope we can take care of what’s important”­—Utako couldn’t know how to receive such a gesture. It was because she still loved him, and he her. After all, though it had been taken away, they had had a child together. Utako had been amazed to learn of the great measures Jiro had employed, first to discover the child’s whereabouts and soon thereafter its death. But she didn’t believe it. “Even if my father told you . . . being here with you like this, I feel sure that it can’t be true.” 100 �Jiro recalled going to see Utako’s father, getting the address of the family who had taken the child in and even going to their home to mourn, but he said nothing of all this to Utako. Instead he’d said, “There’s already snow on Mount Fuji” as their train swept by. “You’re right. The first snow.” Utako had read an article about it that morning in the paper. 101 �Seeing Jiro enlivened by the subject, she added, “The picture must have been taken yesterday.... It’s odd isn’t it—the clouds keep moving, but the arrangement stays the same.” Unn also struggled with the word “odd.” Jiro had doubted—having little reason to look closely, it was just a newspaper photograph of Fuji— that she’d looked carefully enough to judge about the clouds. So that when passing it on their return—“There are no clouds at all today”—to Jiro’s retort, “Yeah, it’s not very interesting, is it” she’d said, “Oh, I don’t know. You don’t think it’s because we saw it yesterday? Even looking at Mount Fuji must get boring if you see it all the time.” From that he’d concluded that she was ready to say good-bye. It was then that she’d said what on first reading had to Unn’s ears sounded false. They must have sounded false to Jiro also because his response was the same as to what she’d said about the clouds. He just went on looking at the snow as if, if he looked hard enough, the snow itself would decide. 102 �Unn was in her chair. She had closed the book and was staring out the window. Frost lay thick across the ground, except for a few places where there was none at all. “Utako wasn’t bored. She was spent as a woman. ‘Thank you very much. I had a very nice time’ would sanction Jiro’s life and certainly push him away. As her parents had before on learning of her pregnancy.” “Over the years Jiro has gotten used to this from Utako.” 103 �° That night Unn reread the story. It was because of the last line. She felt haunted by the last line. Jiro’s going on looking at the meager snow after being with Utako like that. From Jiro’s point of view—taking the whole thing from his perspective, he had fallen in love and conceived a child only first to have his lover taken away, then the child given away, the child dying and his lover forced (it had to have been by fiat) into marriage with someone who’d abused her—how must it be for him to see the dregs of her after, bearing two more children, she’d finally escaped? The war of course had complicated everything The emptiness and disappointment of what had been so promising, like yesterday’s first snow . . . “It’s not really very interesting, is it.” “Oh, I don’t know . . . ” Utako had countered, touching Jiro’s hand. That was when she’d brought up the idea that it might be repetition that made it boring. Clearly she was afraid that she had used up her stay. “But that’s not at all how Jiro felt!” Utako’s need for care and comforting somehow 104 �made it hard for her to see that Jiro too needed to recover. Later Unn had a dream. Nothing remained but the single line—The drift of the snow has exhausted itself in its color and there’s nothing left to go anywhere. “Yes,” she thought. Then suddenly another line. Laughter comes from where his sharp word because it snows and snows. “Yes,” she thought, even more forcefully. 105 �It had started drizzling before Unn realized it. “Is that drizzle or mist? Or snow?” she wondered. Closing her eyes, she strained to hear the faintest sound of white surfacing the leaves and the tips of twigs on dead winter branches. The night was cold. The powdery white would fall, pause and fall again, till the quiet earth would rest in the gentle warmth of a snow field. By dawn the snow had stopped. The land had stopped. Unn delicately stepped through the new white world like the first person on earth. 106 �° “It’s beautiful isn’t it?” Töl had joined her by the window. For a long time they stood watching the light. “Sometimes snow makes the air warmer,” Unn commented. She’d said this but she wasn’t sure. It was coming down hard. Yet the hardness had a quietness and to Unn the quietness did make the air seem warmer. All along her path evergreens bowed, their branches turning a kind of silver. She threw back her head and stuck out her tongue. The snow, still falling, merely trickled down her tongue without congealing into water. “Now there’s snow here,” she muttered, massaging a spot on her chest. A little puddle was forming between her breasts. “It’s not cold though.” Actually she wasn’t sure. The wetness had been a shock but it had quickly warmed to her body. Even as it dribbled down past her ribs and onto her waist, the thought arose—it’s almost spring. 107 �° While snow had fallen intermittently during the day by dusk it had cleared. The air definitely felt warm. As if its light were sitting close to the water, hugging the water, yet falling quietly away. Later it snowed again. Eventually that too stopped and the next day was clear and pleasant. Unn wiped some slush off a bench and sat down. Three birds had flown across the sky flapping their wings as they passed overhead, but when she looked up there was nothing. Then she heard a kite. Her eyes—she’d tried to place it, but instead of the kite she saw a round empty shell like that of a former animal’s body. Though small it was beautiful in dark mottled colors. Yet it hardly seemed like anything. There’s no sign that it has ever been anything. It came over her in a flash. The sky was blank. Maybe the sky’s tired, she concluded. Anyway it will change. 108 �Walk at Sea, March End �Seeing spring sunlight flooding through the window, Unn bounded up. The inexplicable oppressiveness that had lingered with her for days was gone. Along with the cold weather. Though the maples carried but a touch of new green, in the morning air­—“They’re blossoming alright!” Beneficence had emerged. In the leaves. In the sky. It seemed to float on a soft wind toward the sea. Whatever forces had been in store for her, that had tried to touch her darkly, that had already begun to touch her darkly, had somehow receded. 110 �° The next day Unn rose early. To sit in the quiet air. The sound of the air, early, very early, had a riper quality than later air. Indeed the room, bathed in subdued light, was intensely silent, which Unn enjoyed. A leaf she had been watching kept aimlessly turning. “I know this leaf . . . ” but the thought yielded to a sort of mute presence of the day. As if its body has turned to day. Then it fell outside the stimulus of itself so that it was no longer day but simply a knowing in its body. 111 �° “It’s spring!” Unn shouted. Clouds were scudding. Five or six pigeons cut a low diagonal across the park. They were huddled in a group but facing different directions, scouring for food apparently. She sensed an indescribable oldness in the undulations of the birds’ bellies. Even the wrinkly sea it seemed would speak to oldness. With the pigeons themselves strutting about, one might say pulled, their gestures seemed irrelevant. The sadness at first was sadness for the birds but then it came to be directed at Unn herself. Becoming old, having had your experiences, you want them to stay long in you, to dwell in you so that you may become pure. Yet she found their beauty cold. And they left a sense of coldness. After they’d flown off, the place where they’d been felt to Unn almost prohibitive. 112 �° That night, walking north along the shore, even the color of the water made her shiver. One very white pigeon with elegant brown markings swaggered through the chilly air. The helplessness of the bird imprisoned in its body—Unn stopped for a moment to get the full import of its body. Watching its nervous, directionless jerks, it seemed to her that within the limits of its intelligence it knew that it was helpless, without the selfconsciousness of knowing. The knowing simply was, like its feathers knew and its beak. Like a wild creature exists in the full capacity of its knowing. 113 �° The previous day Unn had seen a crippled butterfly Beside a path below a hill it had been hobbling along, or rather hopping. Its hopping seemed like hobbling because the insect lacked a wing. “It’s a baby.” Its single but complete wing had all the markings of a Monarch. She’d crouched to see it clearly. “Might its wings be so tightly shut that they merely appear to be single?” To her it seemed that the shadings were different. “That butterfly is maimed,” she said, as she again stood up. The felt sense of what that must be remained in her body. Even now, standing on her porch, seeing the slender threads of rain vanish in the earth leaving no trace, she wondered. 114 �° The hell realm of a body born to fly but having the inability, as if the inability moved in a life of its own, like a crime or a lie seems to follow the person, usurping its mind, growing its own vocabulary of behavior. 115 �° Later from her bed the beginnings of a storm. Gulls skimming low over water marbled in light were no longer just gulls but the grayish wet melt of sky rising out of darkness. From one point of view the surface of the sea looked black, but the offing was stained with pink and the mountains beyond were also a rosy pink. Two gulls were looping around some innocuous­ looking whitecaps. Eventually one flew off. Unn had expected the other one to follow but it simply climbed a little higher and continued circling. 116 �At the Edge of Day, Daffodils �The first thing Unn saw this glorious April morning was the sun shining through her curtains. In an opening made by the breeze she could see a patch of sky drifting lazily through the trees. She saw, she felt, the warm brightness of a winter sun full with the burst of spring. She could hear it. Inside the sun. Indeed the sound seemed to change as she placed her attention there. It wasn’t so much a sound as an absence of something, as if behind the sun’s brightness something was missing. Perhaps the sun had so given itself to spring, had so emptied itself to spring. From somewhere upstairs came the scampering of a child’s feet. Back and forth, back and forth, and in the energy that would crescendo just before it stopped there also was an absence, but this absence was not the same as the absence in the sun that even with the child’s clatter was present to her. Her room had a freshness about it, like the end of a spring storm. In the depth of its light she heard the sound of the sun soften. 118 �° As spring came gradually, day by day, despite a still­ lingering frost, Unn found herself thinking spring, as if it were already established. “It’s just a prettiness to things,” she heard herself musing. It was less the hills and the color of the sky than the touch of light, its sweet, palliative freshness that so aroused her. Frisky clouds sailed over the sun. The light would dim and again shine clear and each time its clarity— and the impossibility of anything other than this clarity. As she had thus been thinking, sparrows had been chirping. A large fat bee, almost too fat, appeared to be resting. Or was it dying. It was in a corner in a patch of shade. Its black and yellow stripes were loud though the bee itself, already the dust from the corner would be enveloping it. But it was still moving. The legs and feelers were trembling slightly. Something about the motion, however, suggested wind, something dead in wind. 119 �The body had no volition. Its light had gone out. What had looked like trembling was simply wind in its fur. She stared at the bee whose body seemed stiff. None of the insects were paying it the slightest attention. 120 �° The bee was definitely dead. And had been for several days. The fact that she hadn’t noticed carried a certain vacancy. The blank left by the vacancy would probably stay on in her body. The blank left by the vacancy. If a person’s character is formed by his or her experience, wouldn’t what one hadn’t experienced, what one had the opportunity to experience but hadn’t, or maybe had but had forgotten, wouldn’t that also be a formative factor? Forgetting an experience would not have the same consequence as missing the experience, however. Some purplish stems, almost too vertical, seemed to be straining upwards. Something about their skinniness and almost armored fierceness. “Those flowers look hungry,” she railed. A snippet from a dream: A flock of birds landing on snow, stark black wings against bright bleached snow. 121 �“Were they hungry?” They would be beautiful anyway. But beneath the breathtaking image of their bodies . . . 122 �° “Now how many I wonder.” Unn had spied another mushroom, its white button cap hidden by a flower it had sprung up under. She had come to view the cherries. From the blue sky framed by young leaves—“bristling” was the word that came to her to describe their crisp yet sweet little arch upwards. Over the years she had stared at them absently. One tree—why had she not noticed it—huge graceful blossoms floated up around the smaller ones creating a dark outline. Was it their sumptuous life or imminent death that clouded her heart and therefore her perception of this utterly dazzling day. As if she saw the day and simultaneously saw the ghost of the day. Unn remained motionless. Double blossoms were swaying in great bunches in wind. The black austerity of the branches exaggerated the pale flowers tinged by clusters of buds. Though subtle, she could clearly make out each star-shaped center marked with sharp pink lines. 123 �“That must be where the sun is setting.” At one place the haze was a warm, clear pink. She saw, she felt, a bright spring day tapering off into a kind of blankness. “Does the mind in a moment of dying taper off into a kind of blankness?” An image from a book floated through her mind. Blood from Kikuko’s nose had fallen into a bowl of water. As Shingo had poured it out, he’d watched the reddish traces swirl around the basin. To him their pinks seemed artificial. 124 �Sunny Day, Spring �The late dusk of a long May afternoon had already spread across the pines and eucalyptus as Unn, home from a walk, pushed away a sense of unrest. “It’s backwards again,” she muttered, noting that one of her three prayer wheels was spinning the wrong way. It was turning to the left, counter-clockwise, whereas for the prayers to be chanted properly, it needed to turn to the right. Not that it kept turning in the same direction at the same speed. Sometimes it went a little faster or a little slower. Sometimes it simply stopped, then re-began its strained, backwards movement. 126 �° Narrow lacy wings and its exceedingly slender body, still in almost-summer air, but its “still,” she felt, was full of ·movement. Its black and blue and leaf-green coloring held the wait in a pass. “Try standing,” he’d instructed. “Quick. It’s about to take off,” she’d whispered, motioning him to her side. Its huge multifaceted eyes met at the back of its head. Apparently its wings, long and thin, beat alternately for better control. She felt the soft warmth of his arm next to her arm awaken in her body just as it flew away. “Okay. I’m standing.” 127 �° She missed the bird, she realized, watching it “check” maybe one last time for its former flower. She too had been charmed by the beauty of the yellow blossoms. Which had been replaced, first by nothing and then by a plant not nearly so showy. “Yet even when there’d been nothing, the bird had returned.” She said this aloud so as to convince herself. Because she had been so touched. The perspective of a bird previously had not occurred to her. Was it the same bird? During the period of the less showy plant she had noticed what appeared to be a robin, land, look around, then lightly hop over the hanging pot’s rim. One could only imagine that she’d laid an egg and was carefully warming it. A second bird too would take her place occasionally. Then they’d vanished. A long time later Unn had found an abandoned shell. “I should look up the size of a robin’s egg versus a sparrow’s egg.” Immediately she wondered if she hadn’t already done that. She could almost taste the motions of 128 �having already done that. She stood for a moment trying to dredge up the memory, but she could remember neither the time nor the outcome. It was as if it had never happened. A wave of revulsion for her forgetfulness passed over her. Though she knew that the action, if indeed it had happened, could not be passed over, that nothing is passed over, she nonetheless could not get rid of the feeling. For a second she remembered a dream. There was water and sky and she’d been naming the several blue colors that she could see. 129 �° The clear sky to the west, the birds skimming low. The presence of the bird, the smell of bird, here and there over the ground that yielded under her. The sun had shone dimly on the spot, a mountain setting near a fen. Hearing the birds, the sadness in the sky, as if she were hearing her own internal sadness because the sky had been so touched by her. The place of touch exists in sky, later, after the birds go home. What is the end of its endlessly touched hollowness? 130 �° The sun was high. A songbird in a tree was making pleasant sounds. A shallow, swift-running creek propelling itself forward and downward in her body, was, she thought, a strikingly beautiful blue. “Blue like the mountain bluebird.” In the dream she’d said this aloud. The blue in the bird had become a palette of different blues that the artist was mixing “to make the bird a thrush.” Many birds had become the one bird then. “How many birds may fit into a bird?” “What could it mean to say that birds ‘become’ or ‘fit’ into one another?” One bird was walking under water making small flicking movements with its wings. It also walked along the creekbed gripping firmly onto stones with its large claws. 131 �����Sunny Day, Spring is set in Bembo, a typeface designed by Stanley Morison for the Monotype Corporation in 1929. The cover art is from a painting by Gail Sher. Book and cover design: Bryan Kring, Kring Design Studio, Oakland, California. � Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource Gail Sher Collection Subject The topic of the resource Sher, Gail, 1942- Poetry -- United States Creator An entity primarily responsible for making the resource Sher, Gail, 1942- Identifier An unambiguous reference to the resource within a given context LIB-PC011 Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. 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LIB-PC011 Language A language of the resource eng Creator An entity primarily responsible for making the resource Sher, Gail, 1942-2026 poetry publications SherPublications https://digital.lib.buffalo.edu/files/original/d7478a7f1a5376f177cbeb618a555b5d.pdf 1c0875b619fa7f47f25d99dec58d9bc4 PDF Text Text “Told with unreserved honesty and clarity…particularly relevant to women striving to discover and accept themselves on any spiritual path” —EdgeWork Writers’ Collective Chop chop chop. The carrot is now a row of paper-thin, salad-ready (they are too skinny for soup or mixed vegetables) slices. I am momentarily in control. Chopping block, hocho (knife) and me standing, cutting the decisive widths. I feel exhausted, but the wafer-size carrot wheels are perfect. —The Moon of the Swaying Buds Night Crane Press Gail Sher lives and works in the San Francisco Bay area as a poet, teacher and psychotherapist. She has written three books on writing as a practice and more than thirty books of poetry. For additional information and to read her poetry online go to gailsher.com or to library.buffalo.edu/collections/gail-sher The Moon of the Swaying Buds Gail Sher Gail Sher Bashō your rainproof paper hat made with your own hands the one imitating Saigyō’s … I too have felt desperately alone The Moon of the Swaying Buds The Moon of the Swaying Buds is the psychological and spiritual memoir of a contemporary American poet, written as haibun (prose combined with haiku). The heart of the book is a poetic evocation of Gail Sher’s years of practice in one America’s first Zen communities, and the breakthrough (“Yes practice”) that ended her formal relationship to Zen and enabled her to be herself. �The Moon of the Swaying Buds �Also by Gail Sher PROSE Reading Gail Sher Poetry, Zen and the Linguistic Unconscious One Continuous Mistake: Four Noble Truths for Writers The Intuitive Writer: Listening to Your Own Voice Writing the Fire: Yoga and the Art of Making Your Words Come Alive From a Baker’s Kitchen POETRY Elm Early Work Pale Sky Five Haiku Narratives Ezekiel Sunny Day, Spring Mingling the Threefold Sky The Twelve Nidānas Figures in Blue The Bardo Books White Bird Mother’s Warm Breath The Tethering of Mind to Its Five Permanent Qualities The Haiku Masters: Four Poetic Diaries though actually it is the same earth East Wind Melts the Ice The Copper Pheasant Ceases Its Call old dri’s lament Calliope Who, a Licchavi Watching Slow Flowers DOHA Birds of Celtic Twilight: A Novel in Verse redwind daylong daylong Once There Was Grass RAGA Look at That Dog All Dressed Out in Plum Blossoms Moon of The Swaying Buds Marginalia la KUKLOS Cops Broke Aide Rouge to Beak Having Me (As) on things which (headpiece) touches the Moslem From another point of view the woman seems to be resting �The Moon of the Swaying Buds Gail Sher night crane press Third Edition 2017 �Publication history: The Moon of the Swaying Buds. Emeryville, CA: Night Crane Press, 2001. Limited edition; fifty copies signed and numbered by the author. Out of print. The Moon of the Swaying Buds: A Spiritual Autobiography. Boulder, CO: EdgeWork Books, 2002. A commercial printing of the 2001 edition; subtitle added by the publisher. Out of print. The Moon of the Swaying Buds. Emeryville, CA: Night Crane Press, 2017. Third edition, corrected and reset. The Moon of the Swaying Buds Third Edition Copyright 2017, Gail Sher gailsher.com Night Crane Press 15oo Park Avenue, Suite 435 Emeryville, California 94608 No part of this publication may be reproduced or transmitted in any form without permission in writing from the copyright owner and publisher ISBN: 978-0-9978313-1-3 �for Brendan �Haibun: a prose/haiku combination used by BashŌ [1644-1694] in his travel diaries. On each page, the haiku (or, in some cases, the 5-lined tanka) mirrors the emotional underpinnings of the journal-like prose thereby deepening, focusing and stretching its implications. vi �I am amazed that Tosai, upon reading the sound of an oar slapping the waves chills my bowels through this night . . . tears has only to say “The poet, unable to go to sleep, must be pondering over time that has passed and time that is to come.” misty rain veils Mount Fuji only to the eyes vii ��Contents BOOK ONE: Mountains mutsuki: the moon in which the grains of rice are set to germinate 2 kisaragi: the moon of the swaying buds yayoi: the time of germination 44 104 BOOK TWO: Plains uzuki: the moon of deutzia flowers 146 satsuki: the moon of transplanting 182 mina-zuki: the waterless moon 213 BOOK THREE: Rivers naga-tsuki: the moon in which the nights grow long ha-zuki: the moon in which the leaves fall fumi-zuki: the moon of the heads of rice 265 282 BOOK FOUR: Sky shimo-tsuji: the hoar-frost moon kamina-zuki: the godless moon 334 302 shiwasu: the moon in which monks scurry from house to house reading the sutras Glossary 412 399 223 ��BOOK ONE Mountains �m u tsuki the moon in which the grains of rice are set to germinate �Like An Empty Chapel �There has always been a slight feeling of discomfort, a lack of gracefulness in my relationship with activities. During long summer afternoons, I’ll lie on a cot on our upstairs porch feeling astray, a foreigner to the porch. Or I’ll wander up the block to a field where I catch butterflies. There are monarchs and swallowtails as well as grasshoppers and other interesting bugs. I doze in the sun and capture one or two. The idea of catching butterflies sparks my imagination. I think, “I’ll go across the street and catch butterflies,” and then, while I do, I think, “It’s a beautiful sunny day and I am catching butterflies.” But there is a gap. I am disrupted in myself and cannot enter the activity, offer it enough of myself to make it come alive. up down tiny canyon butterfly 4 �I have a snowflake tree. Once a year it blooms hyacinth-colored balls that shatter several weeks later. This tree is on the side of our house with the neighbors whom I never see except when their granddaughter comes in her white dress and everyone gets in the car. fondling for a moment the morning sun— her barren nest 5 �I feel exposed on the front lawn and only play there occasionally. I never swing on our swings or eat at our picnic table or do anything laid out for me. Sometimes I bounce a ball against the side of the house near the driveway. dusk: a kingfisher’s call through the shallow rain 6 �Our dining room is covered with thick black wallpaper. Embedded in its blackness are turquoise and pink birds. Since family rarely go there (it is saved for company), it acquires a mysterious largeness—like an empty chapel—where I love to stand and stare out the window. empty now my parakeet’s cage rattles in the wind 7 �I am curious about my mother. In her top bureau drawer, she keeps a ring of keys on a rabbit’s foot. Who is the person that puts her stamps in a crystal box along with beads and pieces of candy? dovelet: folds of pink in your fluffy gray breast 8 �Softly Blowing Bluestem �I have magic places. The trellis near my window supports a system of tight red buds. If it weren’t for the trellis, I think to myself—a flimsy structure—the rose vines would trail on the ground. dawn— some pink, some blue twine along my sill 10 �I plan a garden. I go over and over the beds that are already in my backyard plot. I want something more exotic, more dangerous to grow, more extremely beautiful. coiled on mud a lily pad swirls in the floodwater 11 �I like to bake cookies. I like to read in my green chair and be under the covers writing in my diary. I like to knit. These activities involve my hands. I have a lot of “hand energy” that must be expressed or I feel at loose ends. sudden squall— I wrap my hands around the teacup 12 �I rock incessantly. I rock in my desk at school, I rock in bed at night. In my room I have a rocking chair and I rock and rock to a record of the Uncle Wiggley Stories (Peter Rabbit and Br’er Bear) and the theme from The Third Man. the sea . . . its rhythmic chant over and over 13 �I choose an escape route. If anything ever happens and I need to get to Joyce Bloom’s fast, I can crawl under our fence and run across the vacant lot, which would save me two blocks. stalking down the slope she vanishes in your shadow . . . softly blowing bluestem 14 �The Nails Through His Limbs Are Thick and Intrusive �Each day I walk to school which takes about half an hour. It is bitterly cold. Bundled up so that I can hardly move, I leave home numb in my being for lack of love or enthusiasm for anything. low hills gray with drizzle . . . again 16 �On my block lives another girl who is in my grade. I go by for her and if she is ready, we walk together. One morning her front door opens just as I approach, so I wait on the sidewalk. As she and her mother are saying goodbye, her mother leans over and whispers something in her ear. I freeze. I think, “Her mother just told her something bad about me.” As we walk, I am aware that she “covers up” with chatter her secret knowledge of my badness. shooing the buzzard away from her chick in a whirl of snow 17 �The teacher assigns us a picture to draw. I cannot. I cannot think of anything to draw and I cannot draw. I sit emptily starring at the blank sheet of coloring paper centered on my desk. All the children are absorbed. little seal calf the sun, the spray your sallow blubber still 18 �Increasingly humiliated, and at the same time panicked, I sneak a look at the picture of the little girl across the aisle. I know this is wrong. Her head is bowed to her work and she doesn’t notice me looking (I notice carefully). I see she is making a clown. Its hat is triangular and its body balloon-shaped. I think, “I can do that.” Feeling like a thief, I begin to sketch an inverted triangle which I intend to turn into the top of a clown hat. the shadow moves the yearling . . . freezes 19 �I babysit a lot for the Georges. When the children are asleep I sit in the quiet house and absorb the presence of Jesus of whom there are several paintings. I notice the muted coloring (green and mustard) behind the fleshly glow of Jesus’ body. Shocks of hair fall to his forehead while the nails through his limbs are thick and intrusive. flipping the channel your face— for a split second 20 �Lodging Among the Roots �My mother gives me the feeling that there is something unmentionable the matter with me. When she says, “Go play with your friends,” I “get” from her tone of voice that this is really a suggestion about what I need to do to correct myself. mucky river and you—eyes closed tight— lodging among the roots 22 �I have to go to the bathroom. I go into a public stall and there is urine all over the floor and on the toilet seat and I cannot find a clean place to stand. I end up standing in the urine which soaks through my shoes and socks. Holding myself poised above the wet seat, I relieve myself physically, but come away feeling filthy, contaminated and wrong. leaving the pool— the smell and fissures down my fingertips 23 �Joyce and Marilyn Yawitz occasionally invite me over. I go because my mother gives me the impression that going over to other people’s houses is what normal children do. But I dread it. They have too much of a system going what with their being sisters close in age. righting itself shuddering— gently shaking its wings 24 �Often they want to play with dolls. The dolls belong to them, are empowered by them and have a definite place in their extended family. It is clearly not my family. I am miserable amidst all these foreign personalities and feel totally left out. Joyce and Marilyn are caught up in their make-believe world and don’t notice. I marvel at their enthusiasm. The dolls are just dolls to me, nothing to get excited about. kokeshi1 doll petal-features inked onto your broad, pale face what happened to your arms and legs Sphere for head, cylinder for body, kokeshi dolls are fetish substitutes for murdered children. 1 25 �I feel erased, as if I had carefully dressed for an important event that was subsequently canceled. My mother is all shiny when I come home. “Well, how was it?” she inquires, and I say, “Fine.” dusk— a lone Canada goose vanishes in the leatherleaf 26 �Nibbling the Dresden Grass �I am a very slow reader. The words need to capture my heart, be vitalized by my heart before my mind will accept them. oh my child when I say “daddy has died” you, who can’t imagine beyond tomorrow think it means till then 28 �I am okay in school though it is humiliating to learn after the fact that my two best friends, Sylvia Weinstein and Rebecca Silverman, have for the whole year been doing extra-credit projects for an accelerated group they were asked to be in. I didn’t know about this group. Sylvia tells me accidentally one day in the library. spider I’m sorry even its sigh cools & refreshes me 29 �The familiar feeling of being excluded courses through me. I imagine conversations in which I don’t take part—deciding to have an accelerated program for gifted students, test-taking by promising candidates and then a whole year of meetings with just the special people. I know that regular assignments are hard for me. I am amazed that Sylvia and Rebecca are able to do extra work, that this is known by others, has been discussed, organized, and no one has said anything to me. old broom on the muddy bank wind-swept . . . 30 �Are Sylvia and Rebecca really my friends? Both have an air of being very much a part of something that has nothing to do with me. Sylvia’s something is darker and full of sadness. As soon as we get to her block, I feel her other life come over her. I watch her walking down the rest of her street looking dumpy and old. I am never invited to her house. without its yellow flowers bladderwort—deflated— splattered with mud 31 �I am invited to Rebecca’s house. I instantly sense the order, the higher way of doing things that is established and that gently includes Rebecca. She is not likely to fall by accident into some stray activity because lunch is regularly at 1:00. She seems protected yet free because her parents are very interested in her. I even feel they are interested in me by virtue of my being her friend. monarch pupa . . . swaddled in green dotted with gold 32 �Once Dr. Silverman invites me to participate in an experiment. I feel intensely honored. I am put into a room all by myself and wired up to a machine that administers tiny shocks though I don’t feel them much. frisky lady— around the cow across the ribgrass 33 �The experiment begins to seem interminable. I grow bored in the chair all alone, squirm around and feel increasingly cut-off. When someone finally comes to get me, I learn I was observed through a mirrored window the whole time. I flush with embarrassment. I know enough to realize that in my boredom, my behavior deteriorated way beneath the level of ladylike. The Silvermans are so refined. I feel caught, exposed as a creature too undignified to be Rebecca’s friend. dirt-tipped, matted nibbling the Dresden grass 34 �After this I notice Rebecca doesn’t call me as often and later I hear that instead of going to Hanley Junior High, she will be going to a private school. I think about what this means—a private school. I realize that her parents probably all along planned for her to go to a private school at the juncture when everyone changes schools. Here again is the feeling of many conversations that affect me but to which I am not included. rain again— a solitary sheep in the chocolate grass 35 �A Heifer Slobbers the Filthy Water �One day when I am about twelve, I come home and find my mother sitting dejected in her red chair. “What is it, Mother?” I ask, horrified that the crisis one can feel unremittingly swelling in our household has finally erupted. She is crying and says what I understand to imply that everything is meaningless to her, that she has missed all her chances to be something in life and is miserable. Eventually the idea of returning to school comes up. Here is a ray of hope. “Yes, Mother, why don’t you do that? That would be wonderful!” I feel nervously excited, as if everything depends on this. She says, “I would, but you know, I always get a headache when I have to read something. If it’s assigned, I get a headache making myself read it.” pop! teary-eyes stare at the shriveled rubber 37 �I stand there and rack my brains for an answer. If only I could but I know there is no chance. She’d get a headache. The only thing I can really do is join her in her deadness—or outdo her in her deadness, rendering her alive by comparison. slurping the cone I feel—suddenly— old 38 �Suddenly I hear whispers. Grandpa Herman is dead. He committed suicide. I go to my room and stand in front of my full-length mirror to see if I feel anything. alone in my cabin shadows of the moon hidden by October rain 39 �I stare at the elephant tree across the street. Because my “office” has its own door and my bedroom, which contains it, also has a door, I feel twice removed from the goings-on of the household. This sense of removal, of isolated me next to (they think “part of ”) a group with whom I have some affiliation, some caring and responsibility, becomes a formula for safe me. an old door creaks I doze half listening 40 �Unlike Herman, who is elegant, my mother’s father slurps his soup and makes a mess when he eats dinner with us on Friday night. After dinner he sits in his chair with his pants unbuttoned and sometimes unzipped. I sit in “my” chair, across from him, by the radio and bowl of coffee candy my Grandma specifically places there for me. drizzle-filled trough— a heifer slobbers the filthy water 41 �I picture myself in my room listening to records and playing pick-up sticks on the floor beside my Victrola. The thin doublepointed rods topple in all directions as I, putting my cheek on the cool floor and scanning the scene from underneath, pick them up delicately, one by one. fastening his rollerblade a child kneels by the flat blue lake 42 �Between games I fondle the sticks, rubbing my hands up the finely carved wooden shafts. Their points are like the points of a brand new box of crayolas. the mower recedes— the smell of rain and freshly cut grass 43 �ki s a r agi the moon of the swaying buds �Young Damselfly �My “period” starts, which I don’t understand. It seems unrelated to me. The fact that my body is changing and that I can have babies doesn’t affect me. I am ashamed to be so indifferent. Everyone has spoken of it—much whispering and excitement. I feel untouched. I know that it’s not important. the sun shifts she shifts—then dives into the water 46 �The people in my books are important. Being in my room, organizing my clothes, and listening to music are important. I lie here wondering why I feel so displaced, why I am on a different track, why I can’t put my finger on what it is about my life that is so wrong. bloated upturned nudged by the other fish 47 �I have my world, which is my room. Nothing random exists here. I understand the precise degree of fadedness on the shade of my reading lamp, the diamond stitching in my chartreuse spread, the daily mood of my zebra fish, and the minute changes of expression on the face of the plaster girl supporting the light on my nightstand. The books in my bookcase are all immaculately arranged by subject. As are the movie stars (Rock Hudson and Tony Curtis) on my walls. young damselfly clear-winged and swift above the flower-laden meadow 48 �I read Seventeen and imagine myself in control of my life, which to me means having a consistent and likable self-image. “I have a cocoa brown skirt, soft-colored sweaters, and oxford shoes and that is what I wear.” Or “I have one or two navy blue skirts and many white blouses and that’s all.” Each plan appeals to me as a means of consolidation. As I stare at the girls in Seventeen and read the advice in its articles, I hang onto the words as if everything depends on getting this correct. so insistent— the buzz of the fly trapped in the unplugged fridge 49 �I consider my friends at school, Susie Rothman and Brenda Bierman, who are not like me. Susie actually is better than Brenda. There is something loose about Brenda—a part of her is capable of slipping into a posture that is not her own but she will make her own. She flaunts her unpredictableness, since she knows my life lacks the resources to be unpredictable. satyr: your darts about the stands of Turk’s cap 50 �Susie’s parents know her and give her permission to do or not do things. Susie washes her hair and I ask her how often she washes it and think maybe I should do this too. under a pine and mound of pine-needles— another mound 51 �Nancy Drew’s loner spirit mirrors my own yet-unformed one. Tracking herself assiduously from the perspective of the clues in her current “mystery,” she uncovers a deeper level of reality. When I recognize in George Eliot the same ability to implode the specific with the infinite, it dawns on me (not as a thought but as an impulse) to live my life this way. instar: ever-so-slowly through the tangled foliage 52 �Its Dappled Rib �I like the pause of breakfast and certain fragments of my walk to school—a particular patch of sweet fresh air or a house set back from the street in an intriguing way. And of course Christ the King with its exotic parochial climate. I like the fact that there are bells at school, that time is clearly delineated, though the bells themselves are harsh, not subtly eliciting cosmic overtones like the Zen bells in my later life that deeply stir one’s primal lethargy. night jasmine: lighting my path your white blossoms 54 �I like the quiet hallways and in class the feeling of being warm and contained behind my desk. The desk itself beguiles me with its inkwell, pencil groove, and liftable surface. I sit here enjoying the softness of my short-sleeved sweater, its dyed-to-match cardigan, and the sensuous folds of my skirt pleats as they drape around my thighs. I cannot hear the teacher. Lecture and discussion are like so many buzzing birds filling the air with white sound. summer night— inching over sheets my toes find a cool spot 55 �I don’t care for my tenth-grade teacher, Mrs. Johnson, who has a double chin and little to say, but she praises my paragraph, noting my effective use of “parallel structure.” Her response touches something in me and I think that perhaps I could be a writer. I have never thought of being anything. I read over my paragraph. I actually don’t know what parallel structure is. My use of it must come from some natural ability. I am deeply moved by the idea that I have a natural ability because I always feel so unable. picking a slug off a tender leaf tearing the leaf— its dappled rib 56 �I subscribe to the magazine The Writer, the action in itself carrying a certain unfamiliar yet tingly sort of professionalism. But when The Writer arrives it feels off, wooden and impersonal. The tingly wool of my coverlet, the pregnancy of my guppy, the coziness of my green chair all seem oceans apart from “News,” “Deadlines,” and “Classifieds” thunderheads occlude the sky at dawn, at dusk . . . the moon’s absent face 57 �The fateful words of my father, “Oh, everyone wants to be a writer at one time or another” insert themselves in my being like a violation. My budding “identity” collapses in the face of his savvy. Of course. I should have known. The wish to be a writer is plebeian, trivial, predictable. Everyone wants to be that. raising it shaking it then tucking it in its breast 58 �Absorbing the Rain the Quagmire Sleeps �I lay in my dark room listening to the sounds of my family stirring, seeing the hall lights, knowing it is winter but I am still in my warm bed. a fog horn blows— the shivering gull stays put 60 �I lay here very very quiet, my being distilled into the sound and smell of raindrops. Gradually (the change registers on my closed eyelids) the wisps of light turn to bands of light, then to a screen of brownish-grey and finally to pale grey with tinges of what would have been yellow had it not been overcast. absorbing the rain the quagmire sleeps . . . steeps in the morning sun 61 �Like Thoreau, I too want to “live deliberately,” though I need a plan—a guiding principle. His striped-down life is never at a loss, as mine is this minute, for a focal point, a nimbus. windless day— dangling from a web a sliver of bark 62 �It is important to me not to be interrupted. I find that people try to tear me away by telling me things or calling my attention to something. They don’t understand that I’m aligning my inner self with a potential significant thing. Anything interrupts. The wrong book for example. I am only myself when I am reading. But I am not reading the book. The words of the book merely settle me into a place where I can read the gauge that tells me whether I can relax. beneath a layer of leaves in the pale light her plastron still 63 �I begin to study piano. My teacher’s room is musty with music piled everywhere, but I like this thin old man who crosses his legs and leans forward to instruct me. the boy dozes . . . perched on his fly rod a red admiral 64 �I take the bus to his studio located in a slum midway between downtown St. Louis and the Chase Hotel. When the hour is over I go downstairs and wait for my father on the dark corner. I am cold. Dirty-looking men dig cigarette butts out of sidewalk cracks with a satisfied look. I am invisible and concentrate on my father. My father takes a very long time. I have a funny feeling that he has forgotten. I wait an interminable amount of time. I lose my ability to even picture my father remembering. ducking under a leaf the insect . . . motionless in the downpour 65 �I Fully Accept the Beauty of an Elephant Eating a Boa Constrictor Being Mistaken for a Hat �Mrs. Gottlieb’s English class is very difficult to get into. Those who do form a powerful clique of ones who understand the shallow nature of the common (other class’s) way of perceiving things. When Mrs. Gottlieb gives a quiz—she asks a question out loud and we write down our answer—she asks the question in a manner that suggests her perfect awareness of how above such questions we are, but still one must ask. While I am deeply appreciative of this precious opportunity, it is agonizing to be questioned about my reading. My experience with a book is not the kind to prepare me with a raft of facts to cough up on demand. ceasing your croak— turning to stone beneath my examining eye 67 �Still reading (mainly for self-connection) every paragraph twice, I approach Mrs. Gottlieb after class to say that I have a question. Her eyes light up just as I had hoped, those eyes saying “Now here undoubtedly is a special one, a curious young mind,” and as they rest on me she requests that I return tomorrow as then she will have more time. I really don’t have a question. I fully accept the beauty of an elephant eating a boa-constrictor being mistaken for a hat at face value. In fact I could stay on the first page of The Little Prince forever, requiring nothing further from the universe or Saint-Exupery than its companionship. morning sun— dozing on a mat of reeds a baby snapper 68 �I present my contrived question. Her face drops. The expectancy in her eyes, her pride in me, her certainty that I would be a new disciple, all disappear in a flash. I instantly get that I am out. She has seen through my “scholasticism” and understands irrevocably that I’m a fraud. not hawks but wind— the branchless saplings dead 69 �Mrs. Farrer, on the other hand, (from whom Tennessee Williams received an F) spends most of her time rescuing her bra strap. She has little of interest to say and she herself is not interesting. August moon overflowing the jar with its wire-mesh mouth 70 �I look at my classmates, who sit quietly. Anne Kelly, for example, with her neat and pert composure. Her skin is clear, her amber hair flawless. Her green plaid skirt falls squarely over her knees, exposing her thin legs and smudgeless saddles. I think, “I bet her parents care about her.” I know there are people whose decisions are informed by a mysterious intelligence. I spot them by instinct. one pink-white egg nestled in the earth . . . the moon 71 �Gilded Yellow Bars �We drive to Parkmoor for dinner. My brother and sister and I are in the back seat. My mother is screaming at my father who is behind the wheel. My mother’s voice rises and she hits my father. The car swerves. I am rigid with fear. I keep expecting we’ll pull over, but my father says, “Roz, stop, stop it now” in a slightly elevated but calm voice, and amazingly she does stop. She retreats to her side of the front seat, crosses her arms and asks us to think about what we want to order in a voice that totally erases what just happened. My blood begins to flow and I am relieved to cooperate in this myth. She makes it easy because she completely snaps out of it. snow buries the leaf tips— watch 73 �While a family excursion is uncomfortable (phony), it is not as uncomfortable as her sudden rages (dangerous). No one ever refers to this incident. My father tells friends he got scratched by the cat. carnage over tiny bits of sun-dried shells wind and weather-beaten 74 �Again my mother and father are in the car with just me in the back seat. We pull up to the Tivoli Theater and my mother jumps out to get a closer look at the show times. My father watches her and then turns all the way around and faces me as if I am his best buddy. “Isn’t she beautiful!” he asks in a tone of voice that conveys the selectiveness of the people to whom he reveals this opinion. My eyes automatically follow my mother. I am surprised at the level of passion my father discloses and new vistas about their relationship open up to me. His frank admiration is an entirely new twist. gilded yellow bars— also gleaming in twilit waters a male’s eyes 75 �I hear a tap on my window. It is my father standing on a ladder pleading with me to let him in. I am about to let him in when I hear banging and screaming outside my locked bedroom door. “Don’t you let him in, don’t you dare let him in.” My father hears this too and says, “Come on Gail. Let me in.” My mother is still yelling and I know if I unlock the door, she’s capable of pushing my father’s ladder down and maybe killing him. silent snow silent house I stand in the moonlit doorway 76 �I Am Very, Very Old �The air is nippy, not warm as the lemon-colored light suggests. Wetness congregates on the cement slabs and looks like slush. another rainy day even the chrysanthemums droop 78 �I am aware of feeling old. I am fifteen but feel the heaviness of age—that my circumstance of being a high school teenager is wrong. straggling through the cloven ice— yellow floweret 79 �I am deeply humiliated at being presented as a teenager and frustrated with the impossibility of conveying why to an ordinary person. My mother, for example, doesn’t understand. I don’t either really. I just know that I am very, very old. sweeping brittle leaves the sadness of autumn wind 80 �I walk to the Loop and watch old ladies eat. The cafeteria is drab but I am aware of the fact that these women understand how their plain meal falls into the scheme of things. I don’t have a scheme of things. I am envious as I watch them seated primly in their hats. downpour: the old woman spread out in front of her t.v. 81 �I don’t understand my needs. They are so large and so ageinappropriate that I feel stranded, cut off even from the possibility of getting them met. Midsummer night: the feverish man frets over his little boy of years ago 82 �Smack of a Jaw, Slap of a Tail �I sit at my desk and feel hungry. It is after school and there is an hour and a half before dinner. I am not interested in my homework. This is tangible. Whereas Andy, for example, approaches his subjects with a breadth of vision that immediately accepts any new item of information, refurnishing the vision so that room is made for this or that fact, I intrinsically balk at anything not vitalized by my heart. Information is intrusive. I can’t think. I don’t want to think. I want to be left alone to catch the few sporadic happenings that are in accord with me. between the cries of a black-crowned night heron— the sound of unseen birds 84 �I want to eat alone. Or not eat. I become aware, through off-hand comments made by Susie Rothman, of dieting, a totally new concept. She, who is perfect, claims she is fat. I notice she always brings her lunch now and it is calibrated to make her thinner. What she brings seems pathetically little but I begin to calculate. I bring an apple for lunch and at dinner I manage to find an excuse to leave the table before finishing my meal. No one notices. still drinking the phlox beneath my net . . . a swallowtail 85 �When I eat alone I have quiet (often total silence—everyone is asleep), I am tired (at the end of a long day—I feel I have “earned” eating and I’m ready to enjoy it), I am reading (taking the edge off my inner chaos), and often in bed (warm, comfortable, safe). I have everything I want in an endless supply. If the real world is too intolerable, I change it, create my own “fantastic” setting. bowing over the frog’s grave— cherry blossoms 86 �I lose weight. I severely measure my food and notice that my clothing hangs on me. The waists on my skirts are way too big. Now I mostly wear one of two navy blue ones. This is very simple and with my dark hair and thin body I feel graceful and in control. springtime: nubbed with buds the slender plum 87 �My clothes need to be quite simple, I realize, or else they overwhelm me (make a larger statement than I make). To stay larger than my clothes I need (1) to limit them in number (2) to clearly define them (to prevent them from defining me) and (3) to monitor my relation to my body so that I experience this connection intensely, rendering clothes insignificant by comparison. When my clothing hangs on me, their position as appendage is exaggerated. The statement is, “See, I can do without you. You are mere coverings to me who is the important fact.” I need to do this because it’s easy for me to begin thinking my clothes are more important. My mother thinks they are. She is much more concerned about my clothing and makeup than she is about me. chiseling your limbs your leaves . . . the hollow wind 88 �My mother says if I don’t wear lipstick, I can’t go places with her. I feel messy when I wear lipstick. It’s always coming off and I have constantly to worry about freshly applying it. It takes over my face, whereas I want my own face. I am hurt that my mother doesn’t. smack of a jaw slap of a tail . . . silence 89 �I am reading in my green chair. My mother comes in to say something to me but instead looks at me and begins screaming, “Look at you. Look how thin you are. Look at this” and she grabs my pencil-thin wrist in disgust. I say, “I’m fine, Mother. I’m not that thin. I feel fine,” but inside I fear her. Deep down I know I don’t have a leg to stand on because while I am much too thin, I need it to be this way. My life depends on my ability to keep it exactly this way. more strikes and afterwards . . . swirling pondweed 90 �In the Barber’s Pole Gyrating �Summer days are long. I sleep late then lounge on the beach. The friends I have all have jobs (belong to something), which underscores my nonbelonging. I am sensitive to this on the one hand and am to some extent embarrassed by the ultimacy of my availability. On the other, there is a relieving honesty about it, nonbelonging being such a reality for me. whirling with the tide in the shallow’s flattened stubble 92 �When Danny visits me he hunches over as if apologizing for being visible. Ordinarily he flanks himself with a moderatesized protective system: first, his buddies in Delray, then his fraternity at college, then his “class” at medical school, and finally his circle of elitist friends at the University of Chicago. In each case the groups are delineated, know him well, and function as an extended family. Each exerts a value structure and behavior code providing a context, a kind of ersatz self-reference. Like a musician playing with a band, his own voice, while distinctive, is mellowed out, augmented, and in the end enriched and strengthened by the presence of others—the solution of an extrovert. wading in the pool long black legs—and more— long black legs 93 �Danny has said he will write to me during the winter, but makes it clear that he will not write love letters. Wanting his letters on any terms, I acquiesce. A letter from Danny means “Dear Gail Sher” followed by the weather followed by newsreel. Interspersed are witticisms or turns-of-phrase that say everything about his caliber, his sense of timing, his gentle eye and funniness. In his hands everything (me?) is viewpoint which becomes objectified (articulated), thereby enlivened. muscle-shirt, spiked orange hair in the barber’s pole gyrating 94 �Indeed he writes to me every week, which is really like writing to me every day because every day the reality of a possible letter from Danny dawns on me as I enter my house and either consumes me if there is one or fills me with hope and rationalizations if there isn’t. Coming home from school means coming home to a letter from Danny not yet manifested or a letter from Danny in a blue envelope with “Miss Gail Sher” written in his tiny intelligent hand. winter sun— pale wings flutter about the woodpile 95 �I have so internalized Danny (my projections onto him) that I understand myself only insofar as I make sense in his eyes. giant redwood: storing the sunset in your luminous trunk 96 �A Trefoil for St. Patrick �One day I get the idea (probably from my mother) that it would be nice to invite Danny over for dinner. Until now we have either gone to a movie, for a walk by the ocean, or (my favorite) a moonlight swim. Occasionally, if we are with his gang, we play volley ball on the beach or hang out somewhere. My asking him over for dinner thus is quite a departure 1) in kind of activity and 2) in my being the initiator. summer fades— a patch of seaside daisies waves in the salty air 98 �I put my entire soul into the planning and preparation of this meal. I know it means Danny’s first insight into domestic (wifely?) me. To be safe I choose something extremely simple (hamburgers) to make. Everything is ready when first Danny is late and then the phone rings and Danny says (to my mother) that he is on a friend’s boat and can’t get back, he’ll have to come another time. I immediately have a fantasy of Danny on some luxury boat, suavely dressed, suavely flirting with many suave (sexually sophisticated) women, far away (since he can’t get back) from incapable me. Suddenly it all feels very wrong. Inviting him, pretending I can cook (the hamburgers seem ridiculous), pretending I can in any way satisfy him. minnow in its beak young crane stops in the rippling bog 99 �Both relationships and intellectual pursuits have failed to anchor me in such a way as to promote a true connection, one that requires loyalty for example. I feel loyal. I feel in fact that I am too loyal, that my desire to be devoted to something flails around, latching arbitrarily onto this laundromat or that hair stylist so that I can’t help but notice the inappropriateness. twinkling sky— bouncing on her bosom a trefoil for St. Patrick 100 �Since Thanksgiving Danny has not written and when I get to town at Christmas he tells me he won’t be able to see me much (very ambiguous). It is the end of the evening and we are standing as if we were going to kiss but instead he tells me this, very softly. night falls shadows under fluttering wings 101 �My feelings of desolation are all jumbled up with feelings of disgust upon seeing my father sitting in the living room with his testicles bulging out of his bathing suit. He (my father) is wrong here and now “here” feels terribly wrong. sliced by the squall wings litter the dirty sand 102 �Danny is seeing Lorna. The whole town is aware of this since Danny is being very ostentatious about it. The picture of Danny heatedly pursuing anyone makes his little proclamation to me (which carries the implication of “circumstances beyond his control”) forced and silly. Here is a world that excludes me so thoroughly I am surprised he remembers me enough to make an excuse. “Crook, Crook!” he cries then ceases abruptly when it’s over 103 �yayoi the time of germination �Vapor Rising Over Just-Stirring Birds �Mrs. Mahaffey, flabby, scattered but good-natured, owns a cardboard box, two of whose rooms she lets to University of Florida students. Linda has one. She is a first-year graduate, sweet, uncomplicated, generously giving of her time to help with the perpetual stream of crises emanating from Mrs. Mahaffey or one of her two kids. “They did lose their father less than a year ago,” Mrs. Mahaffey, teary-eyed, reminds us day after day. summer wanes . . . on the windy tableland the sough of whistling wheat 106 �My tiny room is next to Linda’s tiny room and kittycorner from the bathroom. What stands out for me, however, is neither the crampness nor the shabbiness so much as the possession of a piece of land. Never mind its size and dilapidation. I have a bed, a chair, a record player, a closet—everything I need. monarch: its soft whir in the mountain air 107 �Linda helps Mrs. Mahaffey cook and joins the three of them for dinner and sometimes breakfast. I am not interested. I am interested in undistractedly pursuing literature and music or, more accurately, to anchor my need to devote myself to something. This need rules the gamut of my decisions from professional development to shaving cream. If I can latch onto something, I am quieted. At least a part of me is. The other part, lost in an incomprehensible sea of confusion, aimlessly treads through day after day. There is almost a poignancy in the futility of my efforts, which I do not see—neither the poignancy nor the futility. male on nest— his cry in the rising meltwater 108 �I ride my bike to the student cafeteria. The staff is still getting organized and the few other students silently absorbed. I feel very “alone in the presence of others,” as if all those with the same preference for early morning make up a family of sorts, that this is tacitly acknowledged, and we all agree to ignore each other. It feels like a little club—to me—because I need to belong to something. The cafeteria is warm. There is food, light, and the sense of people preparing things for me. daybreak— vapor rising over just-stirring birds 109 �During the day I do what I can but I don’t entirely understand the nature of my energy cycles and waste a lot of time. Though I go to an eight o’clock class, from nine to twelve I am dizzy and ungrounded. At noon I eat lunch, attend an afternoon lecture, and run errands. By five the day that had dawned so promisingly has seen not only nothing remarkable but almost nothing at all. lowering sun . . . a few red leaves blaze in the flaccid grass 110 �The Slender Stem—Flowerless �I say I want to study literature but really I want a home. Books do it. The problem is only certain books, a fraction of the ones required for an English major. Those that don’t, don’t—“it” being grip me in a way that immerses me despite my mind. Because my mind is not available. It has the full-time job of managing the fact that I do not feel seen or loved for who I am. pale, grey the slender stem— flowerless 112 �Plus I have larger questions about my intellectual capabilities. If I don’t have a “fine mind” does that mean I’m a worthless person? staring at the second egg tawny chick— still 113 �In one class I am required to write a paper. I have no idea what to write and am foreign even to the concept of critical thinking. Shortly before the paper is due I stumble upon the phrase “dialectical materialism.” My mind cannot fathom the real meaning of this term but the words themselves strike my fancy. I enjoy the sense of their elusiveness. The a’s, i’s, and l’s are clear and bell-like (as in my name). cold snap: riding a tailwind a male skipper 114 �I allow the fact that I don’t know what I’m talking about to become secondary to the fact that I use this expression in many sentences. I make some valid points having to do with side issues. When I turn the paper in, my sense of satisfaction is undermined slightly by fear . . . of fraudulence, of not knowing what I represent myself as knowing, of being found inadequate, or worse, untalented. more than wind more than cold rustles through the stiffening reeds 115 �On Hunter’s Soil �I feel snug in my airy room in a twenties wood-frame house, very Evanston: sheer breezy curtains, rocking chair, desk, bed, and throw rug. I sit in the rocking chair and look out the window. I read in bed. But I only feel contained when I am eating. scattered seeds— on hunter’s soil a crane 117 �I get up and walk several blocks to the campus cafeteria. Its wooden booths enclose me in my world of books, which I ingest along with donuts—very intent. I feel alive, thoughtful, capable of knowing whatever it is I need to know. Maybe I read five pages. vigorous air, hard bright sun flood my window— rousing me 118 �When I get to class I am overly conscious—thinking “Here I am in the class”—as if this were the important thing. Because I can’t be in the class (my psychic energy is inextricably bound up in quite different matters) I can only have a sense of how it would be if I could. A phantom student, I proceed through the day, returning to myself, refurbishing myself, encouraging, cheering on my ghost-act (and stifling any inklings of awareness to this effect) at mealtimes. darker colder each day arcing lower 119 �No one from Northwestern lives in my part of town. I live illegally, unaffiliated. If discovered I would be expelled. her solo pierces the winter sky 120 �In one course there is a woman who always sits in back. She is fat and looks uncomfortable in her body. I stare at her. I feel a bond, a deep connection . . . probably because my situation too is out of control. cold air sinks—the hollows a black network of bare elm 121 �I begin to eat compulsively. I read and eat candy bars after which I feel starving. I eat grilled cheese sandwiches. I feel cluttered and weighed down. I know I don’t have a grip on my eating but, lonely and afraid, I feel increasingly compelled to eat in a destructive way. Food renders me unconscious, as my eyes scan the unintelligible lines of The Faerie Queen and page upon page of pre-Renaissance drama. mosquitoes mosquito-flies . . . bloat the stagnant water 122 �My pattern is to read, worry over the material, and make straight C’s. Most of the exams are three-hour essays. My mind goes blank as soon as I read the question. breathless, the trekker stops places another stone atop the icon’s little pyramid 123 �One day it occurs to me to write my “answer” before I arrive at the test. I figure the teacher basically wants to see if we have a consistent, supportable thesis. I can’t come up with one under pressure but, using my imagination, I can think up one that will match a likely exam question. So I do. Instead of rereading plays with hopeless inattention, I develop an argument and organize an essay and even take notes inside the cover of my bluebook. These notes represent the sum total of all my knowledge. When I get to the test, whatever the question is, I relate it to my answer. From now on I get all A’s. The teacher is always amazed at how cleverly I weave in something he hadn’t quite expected. now after they’re gone . . . their ceaseless cries 124 �Abode of Snow �The soft plucking of a banjo awakens me. Peeking through the venetian blinds I watch both sky and land gradually redden even while being glossed in a coat of white. tall and still the shadow of a deer in the moon-drenched pines 126 �Wind-driven snow rattles the glass. As each flake strikes, instead of melting and dribbling down in a little rivulet, it adheres to a layer of frost that is forming on the windowpane. Treetops, gabled roofs and rolling lawns relax under a blanket of softness. drifting then dissolving . . . delicate snowflake 127 �Snowflakes twirl through the air, coming to rest on my cheeks, and nose and mouth. Unlike rain, or even drizzle, which angles steadily downward, snowflakes ramble, drifting from the sky. wind-driven snow and you—oh white bird bouncing, leaping treading air in the squall 128 �Along with memories . . . fat glass bottles huddled under a collar of white, the tabbed bottle-tops and pleated caps crisply hugging each neck—(I’d jimmy open the door, grab the bottles by their throats and lug them inside two at a time) . . . her breath stops— the frozen moor covered with night 129 �Powdery snow has already reconfigured the little trail carved by my boots. I tilt my head and open my mouth to taste some of the icy flakes, then shut my eyes the better to exude my consciousness into the random bits that startle me. moonlight: your carmine glow among the saplings 130 �A usually-muddy footpath drops down to the lake. Snow melds the path and the surrounding property so that there is only one expanse of virgin hill broken by an occasional house or tree. The lake itself looks like a meadow. pine needles laced with snow— between their clusters your departing V 131 �Fingering the Parched Riverbed �I love the words of Chaucer. Every line is packed, I feel, with energy, poignancy, an undertone of double-meaning—restrained yet exuberant. I want to hold each word, to cherish and sink into each word. fingering the parched riverbed trickles . . . then rivulets . . . 133 �The nature of middle English, guttural, dignified, lofty, though innocent in its primitive development, moves me to the core. I read The Parliament of Fowls and Troilus and Criseyde. I read Piers Plowman and Sir Gawain & the Green Knight. The details of an allegory for me are not the point. The way the thing is said, not the thing itself, is what is important. funeral over . . . down frozen cheeks driblets of rain 134 �It is increasingly obvious that I cannot perform the feats of the average graduate student. There is a sense of impending doom— it is just a matter of time before the cumulative effect of my inabilities become decisive. I sit on my Berkeley couch, book in lap, and stare into the fire. dusk— a small green bird flits to another branch of the seedling 135 �Your Rattling Wings �I have on a plain, navy blue woolen smock. I have my very long hair and intense interest in the texts we are going to study. Arthur claims that when he first saw me seated across the seminar table, he went home, decided to marry me, then asked me out for coffee. I probably looked the picture of promise. on a tuft of moss near a flowering cranberry eggtooth intact . . . 137 �We are given a booth for two. I am glad to be here though I am not interested in Arthur. “It’s okay to be doing this even if you don’t care for him,” I tell myself. In fact there is something exciting (almost dangerous) in behaving the way a normal person would. I order a hamburger and salad (which I know will make me bloated and soggy, ruining my energy for the rest of the day). Arthur is simply using the means at his disposal to get to know me. But I am not I outside of my “environments.” I am definitely not I eating non-I foods. (At the time I don’t have any of this figured out.) across her nest’s sandy ridge dragging her spiked inch-long tail 138 �I feel radiant, stimulated, charmingly present. I’m sure I succeed in further intriguing Arthur who is there because he really cares. I am there for the exhilarating experience of pretending for an hour that I could possibly be the person he has in mind. despite a fever reading the sutrā in the rainy dawn 139 �Arthur lives alone. His “bungalow” of ivy-covered cobblestone has a fireplace, marble floors, and medieval door. The seven dwarfs might have lived there. It is in a court of ten to twelve similar bungalows facing each other instead of the street so that from the street one sees a little path of stepping stones leading—it is unclear where. dusk at the canyon’s lip pauses 140 �Inside he has a painting. There is a moon with some colorful figures by a Mexican artist. Arthur knows that the University library loans certain works of art that they lack room to display. He gets in line at 6:00 the previous night and sleeps in line so that at 8:00 a.m. he has first choice. I am deeply moved by the painting. I am deeply moved at Arthur’s passionate act to acquire it. Arthur seems so clear about what he wants. And, I think, what he wants is exceedingly fine. landing on a spear of rush bending the rush— your rattling wings 141 �Fast Asleep in the Silver Birch �Our cozy apartment with its high ceilings and bay window feels lavish. One wall holds a library. Two are covered with burlap drapes whose pinkness enhances the pinkness in a Gauguin print. I never feel alone. Whenever I am here I feel amalgamated. burning off the morning haze a sunbeam spots the tip of her nostrils 143 �Our favorite place is a Japanese home-style restaurant called the “Hou-Kou.” It feels very quaint and restful sitting here before a curtained window, hearing plucky oriental music and being served a meal that we semi-cook ourselves. A hou-kou is a tiny cauldron with a lid and its own little burner. The owners of the restaurant light it, fill it with shiny noodles and a delicious broth, and bring us a large platter of carefully chopped vegetables, fish, tofu, and so on, which we briskly dip with our chopsticks into the simmering liquid. circling the cove immense blue wings stir the stagnant ether 144 �I eat my meals at an oaken table with straw placemats and dark blue crockery. I rest in my Morris chair. Surrounded by books, rich textures, colorful paintings, thoughtfully prepared food, I am trying out a person I can possibly be. But it is too laid out for me. I am me because of a concept of my mother’s. (This is unconscious.) So nourished am I by the vibrations of this fantasy, that I think (I actually believe) I am me. twilight . . . fast asleep in the silver birch 145 �BOOK TWO Plains �uz uki the moon of deutzia flowers �Monotony, Both Lugubrious and Strangely Crisp �The first moment I enter a zendo it feels right. I have hardly heard of zazan but as the sun rises and I chant the Robe Chant, this gesture feels correct. The same sense—almost a nostalgia— comes over me at teishō. Katagiri-sensei’s words grab my being as if gently shaking and then opening it. This is real. This is so. And while the effort Zen practice requires seems almost beyond my capabilities, the freshness, the certainty of inner knowing, compels me again and again to greet the dawn with a straight back. home at last— I sleep numbed by rain 149 �The room is dark and fragrant. People are getting settled, plumping their cushions, and swaying back and forth. Seated along a far wall, I quickly become absorbed in the vibration of bells and silence reverberating into one another. one plum falls a warbler’s screech in the distance 150 �Meals, finally, bring warmth. It is clear food, straightforward food I respect. Then more sitting, a lecture, tea with a surprise sweet. I find the rhythm akin to me. The monotony, both lugubrious and strangely crisp, washes over my being, very familiar. moonrise— a silhouette drifts along the inlet 151 �Still, I can’t adjust, get comfortable, find the right posture. The day takes forever. Its elegance, which describes a frank and beautiful way to be, becomes an injunction by sheer force of its multileveled presence. I find myself acquiescing, agreeing almost as an aesthetic response. But I am cold and scared. Actually the Buddha (the Tathāgatha) often appeals to this bony migrant aspect of his disciples. a shorebird cries— across the dunes the hollow rattle of wind 152 �Dark Wet Mud �People sleep. All but a doan who lights the lanterns and then stomps through camp ringing the wake-up bell at 3:20 precisely. Thump thump thump. The fact that the bell is hand-held, handrung (a human being is running, swiftly, steadily) softens the effect of its clangorous sound. Suzuki-roshi says, “When the wake-up bell rings, get up. Never make a decision twice.” I snuggle more deeply into my sleeping bag. silence . . . but for buntings twittering in the sedge 154 �My mother is dying. She is lying beside a swimming pool in a down sleeping bag. I bend to pick her up (she is so light, so light). “Oh mother, don’t leave!” Christmas: our lawn solid white 155 �The effort that it takes to get up, wash, dress, walk through the rain to the zendo, seems out of proportion to the accomplishment. Lonely, tired, cold, knowing exactly why I do this, I wonder why I do this. kerplunck— scurrying through the grass then plopping in the water 156 �Monastic life has been known to me forever. I am back now and the simultaneous feelings of freshness and familiarity pass over me in waves. home at last not a single leaf on the crooked tree 157 �I am given a room with two “older” students in the barn. Indeed with their altar, scrolls and vases of flowers they seem delightfully snug. I have no possessions. This is an appealing concept and represents a shift for me, but I can’t relax. no ducks, no geese just snow on the frozen lake 158 �My drab corner mortifies me. I have nothing to soften its impersonal coarseness so I end up with no place of refuge, no solacing activity. Before I arrived, I had my rocking chair, my books, my harpsichord. I had food I chose myself, I had a companion, I had the presiding thought of devoting my life to music and literature. Now I have the stricture, “Everything I own I carry in my backpack.” traipsing in my getas down the rain-drenched path a single squawk through the darkening morning air 159 �The barn is at the outer limits of the monastery grounds. It bothers me that I have to walk so far in my unsteady shoes on the unsteady path, sometimes in the rain, often in the dark. People who live in the dorm, I think, get to hop next door, whereas I have to trudge my way gropingly, clumsily, allowing an extra fifteen minutes. I see this as significant. It falls to me to work harder, to have to get up earlier, to arrive with my shoes caked with mud or soaked with rain—and to have all this unacknowledged. afterwards what’s left of her tears— dark wet mud 160 �For Our Sakes the Clams and Fish Give Themselves Unselfishly �Morning zazen ends. The bell rings (the shijō once) announcing the transition to morning service. We place our rakusus on our heads, chant the Robe Chant, let down our rakusus, then fluff our cushions and line up in the aisles for prostrations. After the bowing we reseat ourselves, this time in seiza facing the altar. Thump thump thump thump. A loud keisu punctuates the mokugyō’s steady beat. Avalokiteshvara Bodhisattva, practicing deeply Prajña Parāmitā, Clearly saw that all five skandhas are empty, transforming anguish and distress. 162 �As morning service concludes, the head server strikes the umpan announcing breakfast. Zendo students return to their cushions, this time facing out. Buddha, born at Kapilavastu, attained the Way at Magadha, preached at Vārānashi, entered Nirvana at Kushinagara. 163 �A roll down on the taikō (Great Drum) begins, slowly at first, while the head server approaches the altar, tray (containing three tiny bowls with the three foods we will be eating) held high. The drum roll picks up speed as she nears the dais, gains even more momentum as she ascends its few stairs, and peaks as she bows and offers the tray to the Buddha. She bows again and retraces her steps according to which (her relative distance from the alter) the drummer calibrates the intensity of his beat. It is downy at the end, a hum before the final boom. Then the Roshi is served while a team of servers approach the students by twos. Now as we spread the bowls of the Buddha Tathāgatha we make our vows together with all beings; we and this food and our eating are vacant. 164 �Chanting continues while the servers serve. With pot at eye level a server bows between the first two students, kneels and begins scooping food into the first person’s Buddha bowl (the largest of the three nested ōryōki bowls). A slight lift of the student’s upraised left hand (her right hand holds her bowl) signals the server to stop. The server serves the second person, then stands and bows again between the two as they, bowls raised to eye level, bow in return. This procedure is repeated until everyone has food in all three bowls. First, we consider in detail the merit of this food and remember how it came to us; second, we evaluate our own virtue and practice, lacking or complete, as we receive this offering; third, we are careful about greed, hatred and ignorance, to guard our minds and to free ourselves from error; 165 �Reciting the sutra forces us to incorporate (“take in”) the tremendous significance of ingesting another being, transmuting its nature into actions that we deem worthwhile. “For our sakes the clams and fish give themselves unselfishly!” fourth, we take this good medicine to save our bodies from emaciation; fifth, we accept this food to achieve the Way of the Buddha. 166 �The words bore into my heart as I, Buddha bowl cradled in my raised fingers (the thumb and two fingers from each hand create a miniature platform), intone them along with everyone. The privilege of being here, being served with others, the enormous unlikelihood of this opportunity given the millions of lifetimes of multifarious effort needed to create it, overwhelm me. I am filled with awe, and respect, for myself and all sentient beings whose combined consciousness make this rare moment possible. Bashō with ears so finely tuned how could you miss the screams of the chestnut moonlight the sound of the burrowing worm 167 �Two minutes ago I was harping (mentally) on how tedious and unnecessarily dragged out our meal ritual is. Day after day the same motions, the same sounds, the same sort of food. “Just let me eat my peanut-butter sandwich in peace” (I rail on inwardly). The opening words of the sutrā jolt me back to the state of mind that originally brought me to this monastery. I chant them with relief. Thank God (I say in my un-Buddhist manner) I had the sense to place myself in circumstances that would oblige at least my body and mouth to act with wisdom. Were it not for the help of this community, I would be munching on my peanut-butter sandwich full of desire and confusion. one bolt searing the landscape white 168 �The shift is instant. Gratitude wells in mid-sentence. Yes. After all, this is the correct understanding. It did take innumerable labors to bring me this food. I should know how it comes to me. moon-viewing kinhin gazing with one face at the dark Halloween sky 169 �Oh, All You Hungry Ghosts �Chanting ends. Eating begins. First with the contents of the Buddha bowl, the centerpiece of the meal. Items from the second and third bowls are interspersed as condiments. One picks up the bowl from which one is intending to eat, takes a bite, chews the food, then replaces the bowl before picking up the bowl containing the food destined for the next bite. from blade to blade picking seeds from the toppled reedgrass 171 �Food. A monastic preoccupation. The emotional part of eating goes haywire. Many are new to a vegetarian diet. However much the tenzo (head cook) might wish to placate the zendo students with a baked potato in the Buddha bowl, how is she going to manage the sour cream, butter, chives or bacon bits that westerners expect with it—(condiments are awkward to serve in an ōryōki-style meal)? Unlike the Japanese, for whom such foods have an almost spiritual significance, Americans are not satisfied with polished rice and umeboshi plum. Tofu is not steak. chicks shrieking in the predawn light . . . o mother swallow 172 �Eating is deliberate. Each dish features its own flavors and textures unlike the western style of piling onto one flat plate several foods that blend into each other. Roast beef, mashed potatoes, peas and gravy are one gestalt, not four. summer evening— kneeling in the garden picking tomatoes 173 �At the end of the meal hot water is served. We wash our empty bowls and drink most of what now is a very thin broth. The small amount left is dumped into a bucket with which the kitchen staff, as their last act, waters a tree or plant. snarling her stout little body rips the leaf to shreds— strolls to her dish of water laps it up 174 �Not only do we, the eaters, leave no tracks (our ōryōkis are reassembled, tied and replaced beside our zabutan—there are no “dishes”), but every shred of food has been used to sustain life. Leftovers in the serving pots are rehashed into the evening’s gruel. Not a scrap is wasted. one bug one mouth snap! 175 �I Dedicate this Stone �Morning ends abruptly. Noon service, preceded by the noon bell’s mysterious reminder, is more amalgamated into the flesh of the day than morning or evening service. Students hastily throw on their robes over their work clothes, splash their faces with water (they always seem half washed, half sweaty) and just make it to the zendo. I dedicate this stone to the soul of the fetus of the mother whale I harpooned 177 �We open our bowls and chant. Then we eat in silence. Broken here and there by a click-click of spoon against bowl (though we try to pay attention to the way we eat so that the noise of eating does not disturb another person’s concentration). drizzly morning a child’s voice above the surf 178 �Somehow lunch-silence is a more surface silence than the silence at breakfast. When lunch is over (before we even leave the zendo) people’s minds, as registered in their postures, have already moved on to something else. after-meal lull— sun sparkles off an unwatched overhead screen 179 �It is hard to stay with eating. Though strictly forbidden (during a meal one is supposed to lower one’s gaze as in zazen and focus on the numerous aspects of meal protocol—taking the right amount of food, chewing carefully, finishing every drop, tasting the flavors, appreciating the aesthetics, feeling the appropriate gratitude and vowing to use the energy in such a way as to redeem the life of the sentient beings sacrificed on one’s behalf), still one’s unruly mind wanders to this and that and especially to the eating bowls of those across the aisle. How many succeed in chewing their rice, each bite fifty times, relishing the varying nuances of flavor extracted with diminishing potency as one approaches the thirties and forties? How many chew their food at all? Most of us gulp it down. muddy brook broad-veined river the ocean’s mouth—stuffed 180 �Dinner in the zendo is a different matter altogether. Traditionally in Buddhist monasteries monks refrain from eating after noon. Our custom of restricting the evening meal to two bowls (instead of three) is an acknowledgment of the traditional way.2 Dinner (not a true “meal”) is gruel (the day’s leftovers plus a grain—the leftovers from that become “gruel bread”) and a vegetable. The ritual is shortened, chanting eliminated. Just clappers and silent eating. Anyway, practically everyone has a stash of Oreos in his room. hopping through the hole too small for the starling a bluebird peers out 1 2 Originally, Buddhist wayfarers ate only in the early morning and at noon, and this practice continues in southern Buddhism. When the religion moved to a colder climate, a supper in the evening was added. However, out of deference to tradition, it was called the “medicine stone” and consisted only of leftovers. 181 �s atsuki the moon of transplanting �Tree Frogs—Their Rubbery Croak �After tangaryo I’m assigned to the garden. The head gardener takes me on a guided tour of the upper and lower gardens explaining how planting, composting, weeding, and general maintenance are done. I try to grasp what she is saying, but I end up listening to her—to the quality of her presence, her probable history. I find I’m a little in love with her. your sunny face perched atop a six-foot stalk along the headland’s rill 184 �Eventually she leaves. I am alone in the upper garden, which is spotless. I am squatting, digging up burdock root. While I understand that the activity of digging burdock root just now, here, is the zenith of civilized behavior, I am losing energy rapidly. My aching back, my aching knees, the mosquitoes, the boredom . . . I cannot squat another second. I bend over instead and quickly exhaust that alternative. I panic. Less than an hour has gone by. dusk— daylight lingers in the suddenly-chill air 185 �I don’t make any friends. The kitchen, where I eventually end up, adheres to its own separate schedule. There are people I admire and want to get to know, but they seem inaccessible, selfcontained, following a private inner, as well as outer, program. the storm breaks— one hermit crab scuttles through the undertow 186 �The Tassajara zendo kitchen is staffed with headstrong individuals: Alan, a huge person whose high-spirited presence overpowers the room; Roovane, intensely philosophical, idealistic, and principled; Donny, lithe and powerful with a deep, wild energy; and Paul, sincere but stiff and fussy about rules. I constantly have the feeling that I’m doing the wrong thing. oncoming storm— thunderous ghosts patrol the horizon 187 �There may have been a second woman, I can’t recall. Wait. I do remember. It is Lucille, an older woman, an artist. Lucille and I are often told to wash lettuce. We carry towels and buckets to the porch by the creek. Lucille gabs until one of the men stares her down. As soon as they leave she yaks away as if it’s the most natural thing in the world. steamy morning lulling me to sleep—tree frogs— their rubbery croak 188 �Alan, Roovane and Donny—the triumvirate. Customarily there is one tenzo and others do what they are told. Alan may have been tenzo but my predominant impression is of the three together (arguing) over trivia. day in, day out bull frogs and the echo of bull frogs 189 �The Seedling Draped in Moonlight �Kitchen work I understand. It is indoors (warm), task-oriented and private, as opposed to say cleaning guest cabins, which is indoors and task-oriented but not at all private (it is more efficient to work in teams and the guests require attention), or the garden, which is task-oriented and private but outdoors (where my hands stiffen). Other jobs, like keeper of the baths or guest-season manager, are not sufficiently labor-intensive (to contain my anxiety and make me feel cleansed). dusk— wincing, the old lady swallows her medicine 191 �The majority of the kitchen staff, now my exclusive eating partners, are rigid and somewhat puritanical macrobiotics, though they disguise these qualities (make them harder to confront) by their conviviality. My eating practices, the quantities I accept and so forth, are subject to much observation and remark. If I take a little too much salad (usually made with tomatoes and dressing—very yin), or am lax about chewing every bite of rice, the wrongness of my behavior is conveyed to me. Eating becomes petrifying. Grains are the only food about which I feel fairly safe. Grains, however, do not fill me. spouting offshore along the bluff gigantic hulks breach— flukes slap the water 192 �Also there is a time factor. The “kitchen” eats together. We chant at the time for chant, eat after the clappers indicate “begin,” and wash our bowls in unison. I can’t get enough. foraging the lagoon a hatchling choked by weeds 193 �I grow thinner. At first I am glad. Some months earlier I had tried to lose weight. For a brief time my energy peaks. Then the incredible heat, flies, intense schedule, and, perhaps most important for me, the lack of a kindred spirit, prevail. brown leaves shrivel— pock-marked fruit fail to ripen in the weak October sun 194 �I lay on my futon under the trees, under the sky, lulled to sleep by the water. I am emaciated, exhausted. I sleep a week. washed by rain the seedling . . . draped in moonlight 195 �Roovane visits me. I am finished sleeping but still too weak to move around. It’s afternoon and I am hot so I unzip my sleeping bag and drag out my legs. I do feel cooler but I notice I’m wearing only underpants and a t-shirt. I make one of those mental shifts allowing myself to be exposed like this. Roovane is my brother, I tell myself. He seizes the opportunity to school me on the subject of shaving. He launches into a discourse on body hair, its naturalness and that I should allow myself to have this. It’s a moral thing. dusk— lilies nod in the shallow water 196 �Suzuki-roshi is just here, joyful and simple like a boy. So long as he is present, I cannot die. At the very end of summer during our Shosan Ceremony, a formal ceremony during which each student presents her understanding in the form of a question, I ask, “When I awoke from my illness I saw the first red autumn leaves. Is that zazen?” Suzuki-roshi smiles warmly. I feel cleansed. My whole being shines. the afternoon purrs stroked by soft summery light 197 �Deer-Chewed Tips �On calendar days with a four or nine the schedule is relaxed which means fewer zendo activities and no work at all. The entire central portion of the day becomes personal time. I get very excited. My question (who am I?) can be addressed on a less ultimate level. Frankly, I am more interested in this less ultimate level because my efforts don’t sink into such a bottomless pit. fallout: I kneel to pick up the shards 199 �I decide to carve my own eating utensils. The metal spoon that comes with the ōryōki and the sterile Chinese-restaurant style chopsticks lack class (in my opinion). The chopsticks, though less inharmonious (at least they are wood), are clearly massproduced. I want the implements of my meal practice not only to be gorgeous but carefully and thoughtfully crafted so as to honor the attention and care that go into providing me with daily sustenance. clear blue sky warm winds crook the deeply yellow flower heads 200 �I choose madrone, a soft (stunning) local wood. I sit on my doorstep and gouge out a bowl and approximate a stem that is comfortable in my hands. I go as far as I can with the gouge, then switch to a file, then sandpaper. What starts as coarse, gradually becomes smooth, each gradient of paper having its concomitant effect upon the spoon’s surface. I cannot help but see the graceful shape that emerges from a stick (having been gouged, filed, sanded) as a metaphor for what is happening to me right now at this monastery. the swamp—its musty smell— airs in the crisp March wind 201 �The spoon is implicit in the tree limb. Mismanaging any part of the transformation process (drying and fumigating the wood, storing it to prevent warping, planing, sawing, filing, polishing and buffing the finished surface) can detract from its ultimate beauty. Someone might stain it and violate the nature of the madrone’s inner radiance. upside down caked with mud . . . a tortoise’s sun-bleached bones 202 �I relish my project. Whereas I am not able to control the weather, the schedule, the long hours of zazen, I can easily control these few tools. summer afternoon— only my pedaling disturbs the silence 203 �I make my chopsticks both thicker at the handle and pointier at the tip than the commercial ones. I want them to be daring (almost sexy) precision instruments. And for good reason. With the chanting and extensive ritual that surround our zendo meals, I can’t be wasting precious minutes chasing slippery goban (rice). When I scoop up a bite, it needs to be a big bite so I can get on with the suimono (soup) and tsukemono (pickled vegetables) in the other two bowls. autumn leaf adrift in the pothole fingers spread wide 204 �I make the setsu eel-like, sleek and silky. It is light as a feather when I attach its linen tip. When hot water is poured into the Buddha bowl, the setsu is what scrapes off the grain stuck to its sides. The remaining grain-water is transferred to the second bowl where the setsu again is used to scrape off encrusted food. Most of this “broth” is drunk with just a small portion reserved as an offering at the meal’s end. Without the setsu one is helpless in the face of stickiness—the very nature of food in bowls. spring: sprouts from the deer-chewed tips 205 �The Pudgy Moon �A familiar feeling comes over me on a summer afternoon in the heat, with the flies. I have already done the work I am clear about. There are other things to do, like scrubbing pots and washing floors, but I have no will. My mind goes blank. I fill the bucket with sudsy water and wring out the mop. My body feels dead. I wrench it anyway through the sweeping motions. tamping her nest she lumbers away— laden with dirt 207 �Harriet is here. With her delicate body, waist-long flaming red hair, and the strident immaculateness of her maintenance of these assets, it is as if she bloomed here, full-grown, without a history. broad-winged bird silhouette swaying in the noontide 208 �Harriet is sweet and amazingly successful at achieving Japanese standards of beauty. Her smallness permits her to be elaborate in a simple way. Tiny movements, sexy hair, little black flats—very prim yet eager. Harriet has real taste. Pulsating taste. teeny flowers— their fragrance in a shallow breeze 209 �I like Harriet and do not turn down her friendship. Intimate talk—a relic from the outside world—is normalizing. We go to the baths and pour over her romance. I immerse myself in the specifics, grateful for the reprieve. Her tales sparkle with fire. My own mediocrity and lack of strength evaporate for a moment. chestnut wings warming them in the morning sun 210 �Donny is attracted to me. I guess this though I feel awkward in his presence, as if all that I know from my life thus far has no place in his “belief system” (he would deny he has one). Therefore I am the one to be taught—he the teacher. He notices I shave my legs. Wrong. What do I do that for? I know nothing about macrobiotics, not just the food but the essential place on the scale of yin-yang of every single aspect of life. I know nothing about Zen or yoga or sex. My ignorance is astounding though I do know (unconsciously) that the teaching I can receive must be presented via softer media. His judgments sting, couched as they are within a forceful pursuing of me. winging low over a field whose springtime bluets are gone 211 �On our hike he is leading. He skips across the stream catlike from stone to stone. I loiter on the bank paralyzed to make a move, noticing that the rocks are slippery and too far apart for me. toppled bulrush: lingering in its stalks the pudgy moon 212 �m i na- z uki the waterless moon �My Box-Shaped Room �After a summer at Tassajara I become a resident at the Berkeley Zen Center. My box-shaped room with high walls lined in burlap has a tall narrow window, hard wood floors, and my harpsichord. Gazing out at an exquisite monkey tree, I feel contained but very unhappy. dusk— creeping fog darkens the estuary 215 �The zendo itself is in the attic. Two other students live below, like me, in single rooms. Mine is the middle. Adjacent to our rooms is a living room, dining room, and kitchen. It is a big old house with a huge rambling yard. high noon: a Persian yawns sprawls across the stoop 216 �I eat almost nothing. After zazen in the morning (it is still dark) I walk up to the University of California cafeteria and have tea. I put many lemons in my tea and eat the lemons but that’s all. I have more tea at noon, and at night I try not to eat dinner. I stay in my room instead, drinking something warm, sucking something suckable. no-necked crane plumage folded one leg lifted off the sandbar 217 �Other people are having dinner in the dining room just outside my door, but I refuse. When I do eat, I need to be alone. People and noise disturb me. Of course I am starving. Around midnight, when everyone is asleep, I go to the refrigerator and scavenge through leftovers. Or else I stand in the pantry and dip raisins in peanut butter, eating them compulsively for a long time. o caterpillar . . . in your wake a sump of leaves 218 �Hoisting His Wings Toward the Trespasser �I have life in fleeting moments: the clarity of the pre-dawn zendo, soft, fragrant, alive; the initial sounds of becoming still infusing itself into my tired body; later the birds and a sense of place, here, for a moment; the terror of my scale, pulling it from the closet in my still-dark room, making out the numbers; catching a glimpse of the nubile monkey tree enframed by my curtainless window; having tea at school just as the cafeteria opens—sitting here entitled to sit for this brief time. After that my body hurts. By 7:00 a.m. I am beat. one Monarch nomad in these hills— even the sun rises later and later in the chilly sky 220 �I can’t get comfortable. (My harpsichord stool is not.) I am never warm. I am never full. I have no friends and I can’t read (a curious side-effect of Zen practice). fallout . . . a radio blares through the empty hallway 221 �One day around 4:00 p.m. I go to my room, lie on the floor, and stare at the ceiling. My life has never felt so wrong. I question my decision to study music, which is turning out to be too technical and too physically taxing. My room is not a haven because there is no place for me. Accommodating me requires a disruption. I am already fully disrupted. The slightest further disruption is unbearable to me. I want my room to remain in perfect aesthetic balance while I drift in and out ghostlike, tracklessly. I cannot tolerate evidence of my own existence. a full-throated call— arching, hoisting his wings toward the trespasser 222 �I mentally review the people in my life, mostly Zen people as I have (predictably) met no-one in the music department. I sort of care for the Zen people. Since they are trying to do what I am trying to do, we have something in common I tell myself. But am I trying to do what they are trying to do? Why don’t I feel the common bond? The truth is I don’t feel care for a single soul. cross-legged I sit with my back toward these annoying birds 223 �It is 2:00 a.m. Everyone is asleep but the floors creak and sound carries throughout the house. I know this but ignore it. I am alone with the moon in the dining room. For a moment I have me but in a contorted, embryonic way. My body and will are exhausted. Kneeling by the refrigerator mauling through food only to exhaust this too, I despise myself, punish myself, until several nights later the same convoluted geeklike energy rises again, turns inward on itself—feeding off itself—this cycle is my life. It is disgusting and serves no one, but it is all I have. slouching toward the toilet night wind sears me to the bone 224 �Teeny Sprouts Everywhere �I am astonished to be told I can begin sewing a rakusu. Suzukiroshi will give me a Buddhist name and write it alongside his on the back. It means I have a lineage, that my existence falls into a context—those following the Way of my teacher and his ancestors, dating back presumably to Dogen Zenji. slickened by rain slabs of mud glisten in the after-sun 226 �I feel placed. No longer arbitrary, my actions are now informed by codes of conduct that over the centuries enlightened beings have found to be helpful in carrying one beyond ignorance. In Buddhism I find not only an understanding of my suffering but a remedy for it. The fact that I already am showing signs of being a misfit endears the privilege to me all the more since it proves its inclusivity, thus, I think, its profundity. hovering around the bloodroot— fresh billmark across its wing 227 �Issan’s decision not to ask Suzuki-roshi for ordination, and instead just to do the best he can, would never satisfy me. Here is what is important to me as I prepare myself formally to become Suzuki-roshi’s disciple: Sitting at the end of a large oak table, in a corner near a window, relishing the pristine winter afternoon sun as it spreads warmth and light on our assortment of sewing utensils. Feeling a sense of belonging because I have been included, yet suspecting that if they knew my real nature, they wouldn’t have. The solidity of the needle as I guide it through its painstaking procedure and the pliant cotton thread, the integrity of this. Avoiding the mantra we are supposed to chant inwardly at each stitch, excusing myself from this part of it, assuring myself it is not important. The passing of time. Sewing binds my anxiety, holds me steady. 228 �The chair, the table, the light, the process of making stitches, and the frustration of being delayed when I need help, having to wait for the instructor to finish helping others. I know I want to be doing this, but I never seriously consider what “this” is, what it means (to allow—nay, assist others to precede me), am I qualified, can I really live the life of a bodisattva? moonlit path . . . step by step to pee 229 �San Rei Ei Sho. Katagiri-sensei translates for me: “Great Mountain Eternal Supreme Enlightenment.” He says the Ei is special because it is the same Ei as in Eiheiji, the renowned Japanese Zen Temple. the sun sets— a migrant’s pale shadow over the sea 230 �I like my name immediately. It feels whole, sonorous, larger than me. I am slightly disappointed when Katagiri-sensei renders it into English. I think, “It’s so vague. What does it mean—‘great mountain’—and everybody eventually achieves ‘eternal supreme enlightenment:’ ” I can’t relate to it. swollen streambed: depositing her egg on its cavernous bank 231 �Others get names with tangibility and (more importantly) guidance. Mine seems too grand. I may get to something important eventually but I do it by rote effort, focusing on banal details. My fortitude more accurately resembles that of a rocking chair. mud-washed hill: teeny sprouts everywhere 232 �Deaf to the Whistling Winter Birds �Unfortunately the sewing of my rakusu (my relationship with sewing it) is bound up with my relationship with the Berkeley Zen Center. Situated in the flats, an old part of town with sprawling, dilapidated, though still picturesque homes, the Berkeley Zen Center—with its old old trees, flower garden, and immense backyard—offers itself up as a world. a puff of cloud . . . its trailing edge in the quiescent sky 234 �One clanks through its rooms whose shabby elegance is on the one hand compelling and on the other disappointing. It looks congenial. Windows and floors gleaming from morning soji—it looks as if one could easily do anything here, never having to worry about spilling something or damaging something. But for me the general excludes the specific. “Anything” adds up to anything except my thing, which might be for example to read undisturbed in a well-supported chair with lots of light and footstool for any two hours that suit me. April thaw— twigs in ice cover the bud 235 �A second factor contributes to my “displaced” personhood. Strive though he does to manifest the qualities Issan displays naturally, Mel, in his early fifties, falls short of the requisite understanding. Though he might be the first to admit this, even in the admission there is a falling short. Behind his “humility” lay an enormous pride that expresses itself in the predictability of his choices, for example, always for the lesser, the more common—which is a rigidity in itself—a staunch personal preference fronted as a whim that loses legitimacy on repetition. with whiplash speed plowing through the swamp lily pads stuck to his dome 236 �Underneath what isn’t really ease (and that is the problem) is a tenacity more than matched by my own pitifully misguided tenacity. The more desperate we are, the more powerfully we hold on to our defenses. I am more desperate, therefore more tenacious and Mel isn’t prepared for this. He lacks the training. rain— a bird perches on the railing talons clinging to the freshly painted bar 237 �What unfolds is not exactly a battle of wills. I am trying in my own way to be flexible and do what the situation requires. He, having accepted me into the household, is also trying, but is feeling undoubtedly intense disappointment, anger, frustration, and helplessness. I am not what he expected nor what the community needs. roiling, tumbling, riding the winter wind— witch grass 238 �I am in a false position. My scale, my room with no place to be, the music department to which I am likewise unsuited, my lack of friends or ability to have friends, my temperament, which is incompatible not only to Zen practice but to communal practice of any kind, and my body, whose needs overrun the stringent schedule (anorexia, while confining me to a physical/emotional straightjacket, is actually a dysfunctional attempt to address them) add up to an entirely untenable situation. dry red leaves plowing through them on my tricycle 239 �Mel, as practice leader, needs to come to me and talk frankly about how and why I am not working out. He tries once. Once morning he suggests we go out for breakfast and attempts to reason with me. But it is too late. The cold war leading up to this “breakfast” has hardened my heart against him. The very fact that we are at “King Pin Donuts” shows he doesn’t understand. necks cross puffs condense in the icy air 240 �Much earlier he could have 1) asked me to leave 2) made the issues open ones so that at least we discussed them regularly, and/or 3) changed the expectations around the responsibilities of the zendo residents. For my part, I feel that I am a lot more in attendance than the other resident who does almost nothing, though he is available socially. I am not available socially but I cook, clean, garden, and minister in the zendo. My efforts go unacknowledged because something else is the matter. Mel freezes. I already serve an icy master. Warmth might have melted me, but ice simply stiffens my upper lip, the better to contend with my adversary of choice. under ice, under mud deaf to the whistling winter birds 241 �BOOK THREE Rivers �naga- tsuki the moon of the heads of rice �Like the Wild Dogs Who Yelp and Snap Defending a Random Street Corner �I awaken to a certain kind of quiet that only occurs in the early morning. No one stirs. I feel that the world—all parts of it that I need and nothing extra—is utterly available to me. shhh . . . listen . . . the swale is thawing 245 �I arrange a kettle of water to boil while I wash and put on something warm. Then I make the best coffee I know how, handgrinding the beans and so forth. When it is done I turn off the light and take my coffee into a large bare room. I can see above and into the quiet streets. sunrise— swelling in the marsh water new grass 246 �It is this particular minute to which I feel I belong. I know definitely that I am alive. And I know that I have to work hard (strain psychically) to stay alive. I listen intently to the silence, to the lack of anything stirring but the slight creak of my rocker against the hardwood floor. the city sleeps an old man’s rod dangles in the surf 247 �Next door lives an older couple. It is still dark as I walk by and I can easily see the man as he paddles around his kitchen. He wears workman’s clothing and I picture him filling his lunchbox while his water boils for tea. sleeping willow: aroused by the morning’s low-lying breeze 248 �In the dark, in the cold, panicked to face two packs of wild dogs who regularly roam the neighborhood at this hour I think, “Here he is all safe in a situation that’s both predictable and fulfilling. He obviously takes pleasure in his morning routine. He knows what he’s going to do, that he can do what he’s going to do, and how what he does fits into the larger scheme of his life. He fits into his life.” spinning orange and yellow through the sunny pool . . . little cooter, your spots 249 �This in contrast to me who feels stranded—in my self, in my day, in my existence—that even now I am in a vulnerable position, if not a virtually dangerous one. I am a stray, like the wild dogs who yelp and snap defending a random street corner, all they have in the way of territory. northbound monarch hugging the coast in the after-storm 250 �Even as You Screech Your Imminent Silence �The air is crisp—not cold and sunny à la sparkling winter mornings, but cool with a soft clean light. A bank of clouds clings to the horizon. sea birds dodge the white foamed waves— at sunset their soft chittering 252 �I have the impulse to pare down my life, to examine it more closely, tighten it up—a familiar desire that rears its head at unpredictable intervals and insists on being addressed. Typically my wardrobe comes under attack. My ongoing dilemma—what is mine and not mine, what is right and not right when it comes to clothing and adornments of my body—has never been resolved. surveying his juniper snag a bluebird stills . . . the flycatcher flees 253 �It is very important to me to feel that my clothing is authentic, thoughtfully constructed, and functional without getting in the way of me. Wendy, for example, has wonderful clothes and wears them thoroughly, cleaning and cooking in them all day long—“As clothes are intended,” I think, “not like I use them in snippets, for tiny portions of my life, as if they require preserving.” even as you screech your imminent silence 254 �I determine to have only one thing to wear. It must be hand-made and designed by me—which turns out to be “fat pants” and an Indian style over-blouse. I sew this ensemble in three different fabrics: a blue-white feather-weight cotton, an adobe-colored double-layered gauze, and a copper velour, warm and cuddly. The three versions provide flexibility and depth. They need very few accessories. A part of me feels I have hit upon the solution, solved my clothing-koan once and for all. Which is what I want—a final me. balanced on a sunflower her wings—encased in his— grow quiet 255 �Due to constant vacillations, my closet is a hodgepodge of bits of me. I want a consistent me, a me I can know beforehand and rely upon. I want to be able to say (the thought of such a selfcontained statement is of enormous comfort) “I limit my clothing to ‘fat pants, sweaters, and soft cotton t-shirts.” No sooner are the words uttered then I purchase some gorgeous ethnic blouse with richly embroidered sacred designs. beside the impatiens feathering the air first one, then five . . . 256 �Spearing the Sun as it Sets on the Pylons �Sometimes I will see something, buy it on a whim and then go home and get rid of everything that lacks the vision of this thing. autumn . . . on a barely-detectable north wind 258 �I never shop with an agenda. I have a few extra hours, find myself near a store and take it from there. hot summer day: jinking about the hummocks of sand red-eyed flies 259 �Take the nightgown I bought for example. It is white Indian gauze, a sort of handkerchief cotton, and absolutely plain. It is full length and without sleeves, so simple it frightens me. autumn: petals cover the sparrow’s body 260 �The white rayon dress is also Indian. It has short-sleeves, a V-neck and a tunic that falls three-quarters of the way down over a skirt of the same material. The tunic opens in the front and drapes gracefully from a bodice. Its plainness makes my ears ring. spring morning— a speckled egg on the grassy hummock 261 �My splurges are consistent, apparel of some sort or containers— boxes, folders, tin cans. A flame kindles inside me when I recognize an item as mine. Always it enlightens—clarifies, articulates, points in a direction hitherto only implied. My purchases inevitably make sense as acts of aesthetic maturation. from treelimb to violet little imago’s almost-somersault 262 �Recently I noticed someone in the zendo wearing red. I question whether it is appropriate for a Buddhist to call attention to herself in this way. (I don’t stop to distinguish between codes of dress for the zendo versus codes for daily life.) Suddenly I am aware of how loud the color red is, how it attracts (demands) attention, how I, by taking red for one of “my” colors, must have unconsciously been demanding attention all my life. scarlet wings in the brewing storm scuttle by the lake 263 �My eyes pop open. Yes. I am sure of it. As a prospective priest, I can’t be going around giving off signals to pay attention to me. I rip through my closet, my drawers, my shelves. Everything red is removed. Which feels clean, uncluttered, as if at last, I have achieved a correct understanding. monarch: spearing the sun as it sets on the pylons 264 �ha- z uki the moon in which the leaves fall �Two Fat Dove-Colored Birds Waddling their Way along a Eucalyptus Branch �I decide to move to The San Francisco Zen Center. It is the only viable option. skiff of snow: on the barbed wire a pupa blows 267 �The rightness of which is seemingly confirmed this first Saturday morning. Arriving early I am in plenty of time for lecture. Unfamiliar with the protocol, I stand in back alongside visitors who prefer chairs. I look directly at Baker-roshi. He looks directly at me, intently, discovering me. In a flash I feel seen. He “gets” who I am in a matter of seconds. air clear cool the through calls warbler a May flowers: 268 �My scholarship at Zen Center includes my room, which I love, all my basic food expenses, and a $50-per-month stipend. I don’t understand money. I almost resent my mother’s periodic gifts because I will just be getting in touch with how much I have (so I feel nestled in my little amount) when another arbitrary sum arrives and plummets me into confusion. My father, on the other hand, is so stingy that I simultaneously pity him and am furious that he can so forthrightly ignore my needs. your silver girth rips the sea— sea wrack tossed sea stock rocking in the tumbling pebbles 269 �I feel secure in my tiny room. The closet holds a few clothes and the built-in chest a few belongings. Just as there is little chance for excess (lack of restraint) in the haiku I allow myself to write, this circumscribed space provides a measure of safety. shells along the sill a shallow breeze crosses my desk 270 �Puttering around I look up and see two fat dove-colored birds waddling their way along a Eucalyptus branch. Their movements show exquisite attunement. I am spellbound. “I wonder what kind of birds those are?” I think, not caring in the slightest. sunrise: snowflakes dust the new-born chick 271 �Spitting Out the Queen �Dokusan until now has been with Suzuki-roshi who restricts questions to zazen practice. I am not sure what to expect from this American man who certainly would be capable of adding a more intimate dimension to the private student-teacher relationship. I guess I actually expect he wants to talk about my becoming anja since this is a job he recently has asked me to do. I do my bows and sit down. Baker-roshi instantly inquires, “Why are you so thin?” So right away we don’t see eye to eye. my bead of sweat cooling you this sweltering night 273 �While I am piercingly thin, it is as though no one can see—the visible part of me being so unrelated to piercingly-thin me. The thinness comes from an inner imperative, exerting enough control so that I can feel substantial (as opposed to vacuous) and can experience existence through my sense of will. iridescent checker your prenatal profile etched evermore deeply . . . darkly . . . 274 �Under Baker-roshi dokusan is a lot like psychotherapy with these differences: 1) one waits for an indefinite period of time beforehand 2) the session begins with a series of three full prostrations and other bowing 3) the teacher can end the session at any point by ringing a bell and 4) there’s no telling when one will be able to come back. alders the above curly- cry cues your of tailing mist 275 �With Suzuki-roshi such procedures make sense. He is a compassionate master. One welcomes the opportunity to be corrected by him, to acknowledge one’s respect and gratitude. Baker-roshi’s including personal matters (feelings, relationships, major and minor life-decisions) without the support of regularity, consistency, and count-on-able meetings, brings one to a noman’s land. People’s lives are on hold for months because he is inexplicably unavailable. outside the tube an old rose-peddlar’s empty stall 276 �One Saturday afternoon I am scheduled to have dokusan with Baker-roshi. I know he will be late. I think, “Why should I wait? I don’t want to wait.” So I go next door to clean his house, which is part of my job as anja. As I clean I think, “It’s silly to have so many knickknacks. They are useless and collect dust.” Unobservant of my disrespectful (and, indeed, ungrateful) state of mind I proceed, “Maybe it’s his wife’s doing. Virginia is an obnoxious woman always rushing around full of herself. She isn’t even a Zen student.” It dawns on me as curious that most of the senior men at Zen Center happen to be with women who don’t sit zazen. Baker-roshi doesn’t sit very much zazen. Still I think, as I speculate if I dare squeeze in his laundry too, “He is the one who should be doing this. He needs to wash his own socks.” spitting out the Queen the yellow bird’s shrill call 277 �Arrested by a Flower in the Verdant Gulch �An old shriveled Japanese nun who sews like lightning comes to Zen Center. Sewing is her practice. The swiftness, deftness, and sheer energy that she brings to this work, sitting in seiza, perfectly comfortable, is contagious to those who join her. I get very excited. Sewing (silent, intense, thrifty) is something I can do, especially Japanese sewing (magnificently intelligent yet at the same time mindless, so that it becomes a body practice, one with delicacy and subtlety). after the chase arrested by a flower in the verdant gulch 279 �She herself is sewing a robe for Baker-roshi. Soon I notice that most of the students in the room also are sewing robes. It takes me awhile to realize that they are sewing their own priest’s robes, that they are going to be ordained and that this nun has been invited here expressly to help them do this. splashing wet leaves in the cool moist air a male hummer flits to the hophornbeam’s topmost branches 280 �I am surprised because the students are (some of them) quite new and I never dreamed they would so quickly attain the permission conscientiously (now it does seem very calculated) withheld from me. Then it dawns on me, “I am in this room with the pressing question, ‘Can sewing become my life’s work?’  ” I take for granted being a nun and the issue is about what “specialty” I will have in this “field.” I study her person, her stamina, her shiny eyes to see if I can measure up—if my life can in any way simulate her life. Others are just here. They aren’t making any big decisions. the city sleeps one black duck surfs the shallow tide 281 �fum i -z uki the moon in which the nights grow long �Chewing, Excreting . . . Whorls of Leaves �In the context of a monastery where the custom is not to distinguish oneself—to meld as seamlessly as possible into the daily routine—my solo stunt (I am passionate about my thinness . . . I am on fire for this practice of staying very thin) burns like a cut on the community’s finger. For me it is be thin or die. groping, missing— a black-masked hunter rakes the twilight 284 �During low periods I binge, which brings me much lower. Binges are virulent and have their own life span, their own arising and falling. One will click on and I am utterly at its mercy. Efforts to control it are fruitless and take away the pleasure of mindlessly eating for hours and hours. It has to be mindless and it has to be “endless,” otherwise it doesn’t satisfy. Part of the joy is abandoning one’s consciousness and entering a sphere where one is uncondemned. noisy city the old woman lost in her peach 285 �There is also the iniquity, the barbaric and primitive grasping with which one is shameless before the urge to fill one’s mouth. And it is the mouth, not stomach, that is the highlighted region. Quantities of food are washed through the mouth—often food which in a different frame of mind would be unpalatable, crude, or disgusting. the old bowl filled with snow first he slurps then knocks it over as he slouches away 286 �Once in motion, the progression of a binge is absolutely regular. I eat mountains of whatever tipped it off. This is invariably followed by anything I can lay my hands on, first that is rich (with butter or cheese), second that is starchy, and lastly that is sweet. A typical finale might be a box of filled chocolates. Curiously, these stages are irreversible. It seems as if it would hardly matter, but by the time I have entered stage three, for example, foods from the previous stages are unappealing. nibbling the blade chewing, excreting . . . whorls of leaves 287 �Afterwards I sleep. I sleep as if passed out, sometimes till late in the afternoon of the following day. sunset: a mower recedes to the other side of the hillock 288 �Waking from a binge one feels sluggish, toxic, putrid. I want to sleep more, drown out the rest of my life too. That day I rarely eat anything. By the next I am fairly stable, though ashamed, humiliated, and aware that it is not over. It will happen again. Nay—I will see to it—look forward to and prepare for it again. The mere thought of it makes me tingle with excitement. a monarch pupa cracks— tiny ichneumon wasps scramble into sunlight 289 �Hey You— �My face wears a mask whose rouged cheeks and cherry lips shine through a light coat of powder. A tortoise-shell comb probes the tips of my coffiure. Though I have on geta and carry some sort of lantern, my iridescent face—not the white of a face drained of color, but the white of transparency . . . the color of no color—peers from a hollow hole. midnight: in one haywire jolt the forest’s silhouette 291 �I take many showers. I desperately need to shower. I feel I will go berserk if my shower is taken away. delicate crescent: bathed by the light of a half moon 292 �One day I am in the produce section of the Greengrocer, Zen Center’s neighborhood store, when Pam Chernoff comes up to me and accuses me of stealing lemons. I do steal them. I steal food not only from the Greengrocer but from the store down the street, Safeway, and any other grocery I happen to be in (as, by the way, do many anorexic and bulemic women). I know I steal food and that I have stolen food for years, but I have repeated my justification so often to myself that I feel entitled to what I take. Stealing is slightly exciting and very practical. I don’t stop to consider that taking what has not been given is contradictory to the very precepts by which I represent myself as living—that it is impossible to be in a boat and go in opposite directions at the same time. stuffing creamers in her bag turning, leaving— the woman’s eyes 293 �To be confronted about stealing is equivalent to being confronted with anorexia. “No! No! No!” I lie through my teeth. It is a lame lie, transparent, whatever pops out of my mouth. Pam knows I am lying. I sort of know I am lying (I need to lie so badly I don’t entirely “know”). I make myself not think about Pam’s knowing. I deny it with some dopey explanation which, to her credit, she accepts. No doubt the staff had a meeting about this problem. Pam was asked to talk to me and all were aware that no matter how ardently I denied the accusation (which I’m sure they predicted I would do), the confrontation would nevertheless serve its purpose of probably stopping me (helping me). It may have done that. It is certainly one of the more beneficial-to-me behindthe-scenes conversations that affect me deeply but in which I am not included. hey you— perched at my back door filling your beak with water 294 �The Simple Act of Toast-Eating �When I am given the job of baker my heart opens to these Zen people. Because I take it to mean that they understand me. They see that I can’t do what others are able to do, so they give me something else that has its own internal imperatives. beggar’s bag around my neck bundle over shoulder— hey, that’s Saigyō’s shadow 296 �There is a moment in the morning, after breakfast is over, the large platters and steam trays having been put away, and before a crew arrives for lunch preparation, when I am in the kitchen alone. My loaves are in the oven. Soon I can take a nap. In the afternoon I will package and deliver my bread in Zen Center’s van. At this particular juncture I have just about completed a good day’s output and feel myself as available (to the universe) as I ever feel in my life. white bird, blue sky wingspan arched gilded by the sunlight 297 �This would be about 9:30 a.m. Suddenly into my world enters young Rusa, the Chinese-American girlfriend of one of our senior students. She is utterly lovely—thin, trim, composed. Not being a Zen student herself, she does not abide by our daily schedule. In fact it looks as though she is just getting up and coming into the kitchen (as an ordinary person would) to make herself some toast, which she proceeds to do, sitting at a little table eating it, reading the paper (as an ordinary person would). passing a cow four cranes . . . graze the summer pasture 298 �I am dumbfounded. Every feature of her—her beauty, her composure, her relationship, her privileges, her routine, her having her own life—here condensed into the simple act of toasteating—flaunts itself at the core of my being. “How can she!” I shout mentally, which means “How can she know herself well enough to have made the choices that give her such freedom?” wedged in the pocket of the drowned boy— blossoms of butterbur 299 �I feel intensely alone. I continually get from others the impression that everything else (anything else) is more important than me. I exist as an object, appearing where I am supposed to, doing what I am supposed to, just like in my childhood home. Which is to say I am not seen, but wanting this is now out-of-step with the entire Buddha Dharma. gliding shuddering wing-tip stunned by the wire 300 �BOOK FOUR Sky �ka m i na - z uki the godless moon �Stinging Nettle Leaf �It is luxurious to sleep past 4:00 a.m. (Danny is back in my life and has invited me to visit him in Chicago.) I wash in his bathroom and putter around. The day is mine. my cat yawns its slender throat gulps the pale sun 304 �I arrange my writing tools on a large flat surface. It feels right to be in an unpretentious apartment working (my work) while Danny is somewhere doing his work, making the money to support this. (I can pretend for a minute.) stinging nettle leaf . . . glued underneath her small pile of eggs 305 �I imagine myself going on and on, elevated overnight (by virtue of Danny) to a place where I can write and have the activity of my writing taken seriously. Like today, I think, I’ll write for most of the morning. Then I’ll take a walk, clean the house, bake, all things I’m good at. she cocks her head— algae wave in the sunny floodwater 306 �Once the phone rings. It is Danny to see how I am. Irrationally (because he is being very considerate and of course has no idea I am writing/ “working”) I feel slighted, as if somehow my work is interruptible, not warranting the vacuum-packed environment I insist upon and feel deprived without. poof . . . your lacy path over the vast mountainface rockslide 307 �Out in a T-Shirt �Light sparkles through the cold air illuminating in a nostalgic way a certain parochial quality to the concrete sidewalk with its grassy crevices. A Lucky’s seems futuristic. Old Jewish ladies lug their groceries, head scarves tied beneath their chin. the breath of almost-rain on the tree-lined streets . . . out in a t-shirt 309 �I decide to make bread and surprise Danny with six fresh loaves. I buy everything I need, carry it back and work on my bread the whole afternoon. While the bread bakes I sit zazen, improvising a zafu. There is no context (I can tell) for zazen in this house. I sit anyway, wanting to finally, feeling it is the right thing to do despite the lack of the room’s resonance. hunt over . . . a water lily bobs in the waves 310 �Slowly it emerges—all my day’s activities are foreign here: writing the way I write (intensely but not scholarly), taking an aimless walk, baking as a professional bakes (in sizable batches), and sitting zazen methodically. His house (his life) is not set up for this. I can do my things, but I sense I’d be better off if I keep them invisible. dead stalks of kitayoshi conceal the nest from the gunman 311 �Cakes Rising on the Stove �I am full (emotionally and spiritually) by the time Danny comes home. The house (I notice) reverberates with the aroma from the bread and the vibrations from my meditation. Danny doesn’t notice. dusk cakes rising on the stove . . . the moon 313 �He fixes himself a martini and sits down in the living room to focus on consuming it along with salted nuts. I get the impression that this is a routine. Instinctively I sit on the floor next to him. starless sky nosing the flask-shaped chamber— five flashes of white 314 �I want to hear about (so I can picture) him having breakfast, working in his lab and examining patients. “Where did you eat breakfast?” I begin my barrage of questions. Begrudgingly (with a slight tinge of indulging me) he explains that he either forgets to eat breakfast or sometimes he hears the horn of a vendor and buys donuts. That happened today. He didn’t eat lunch. He seems irritable and asks me not to sit on the floor. slapping them, grabbing them, swiping them out of my hair 315 �The martini is having its effect. He begins talking and tells me the story of today’s leukemia patient who is in remission and explains the ultimately irreversible degenerative process involved in having a serious blood disease. He can only help so much. Eventually the person will die. two Siamese tails erect— stare at the injured bird 316 �He fixes a second martini and we talk more about his helplessness to help the few people he does see, the frustrations with his laboratory experiments and problems in general with being on the staff of the University of Chicago Medical School. He’d like to move he says in a tone that implies it will never happen. sun-dried cattle tracks— flapping its wings a hawk departs 317 �Painted Lady in the Understory’s Half-Light �Years ago Danny visited me in St. Louis and we went on a boat ride. I had on bermuda shorts and one of my father’s floppy white shirts. Danny was rowing when something happened and the boat tipped over. We landed in the water and had to swim out, which we both easily could do. shroud of fog mallards bob among the spongy islands 319 �I was amused to see Danny mess up. Danny was mortified, not that he’d made a rowing mistake, but at how my mother would construe his intentions when he, who was responsible for me, brought me home dripping wet in my now transparent clothing. gust of wind— a hairstreak tips on its maple leaf perch 320 �His fears (preoccupations?) were so far from how I knew my mother, who deeply respected Danny, would feel that they gave me insight into what was gradually emerging as his guilt-ridden (Catholic?) psyche. Here again was his old newspaper-reporter consciousness: “Young Man Attempts Seduction: Lake Exploits,” whereas I just thought, “Where’s the seduction? Let’s have more of that!” tippling with dew painted lady in the understory’s half-light 321 �Caught By the Fiery Sun �Another time I visited Danny at Johns Hopkins. I read. I had fantasies and spent my time mentally preparing for the part orchestrated by my latest one. zigzagging up gliding down teeny alpine 323 �Uncertain of the situation, I had brought with me a negligee. Once I spent the whole morning arranging myself in it so that when Danny arrived, it would look (very casual) like I, in my intense business, hadn’t had time to change. I had no concentration for anything except holding myself ready for the moment of his entrance. night falls— lying on a bed of leaves the moon 324 �When Danny finally arrived, clearly preoccupied with the events of his full morning, he seemed startled and a little miffed at what now seems my ridiculous (and contrived) appearance. He only stayed a moment. I was humiliated by my pretense, the dishonesty that lead to it, the lack of self-knowledge that leads to dishonesty, the fear behind that, and the instability and lack of centeredness at the bottom. As I closed the door behind him I caught a glimpse of myself in the mirror. I looked pathetic—desperate, overlydressed, made-up (to be something I’m not—probably sexy) and totally inappropriate. Blue jeans and a sweatshirt might have been right. little snout beyond the jetty flanked by flowers 325 �I talk to Carol who is at Radcliffe and suddenly we are scheming. Why doesn’t she come to visit too! It doesn’t occur to me to wonder why I am so in need of Carol’s lifeline in this precious circumstance of being Danny’s medical school guest. I simply respond to the exciting idea that Carol might come. horse-mint ripe . . . a din of silverspots in the noontime hush 326 �Carol is her bubbly witty self and Danny is crazy about her. This is good to a point but I noticed that something in Danny that had been inactive around me was now active. There was a charge to the energy that he directed her way, as discretely as possible, but I noticed. I couldn’t help but notice. It was in my face every time they spoke, which made me wonder if she was aware of it or possibly even encouraging it. spring-green leaf tips erase the sky 327 �At dinner one evening in the student cafeteria I got the feeling that if I weren’t there it would have been an improvement. Sitting there (as I unavoidably was) watching as they spoke to each other across the formica table, I felt diminished in my being, erased from the world of ordinary people. It was almost as if (as in the bar scene with Clare in Woody Allen’s Another Woman) the lights dimmed around my recessed figure, simultaneously brightening and warming on the pair as their conversation gripped them in an unexpected yet all the more refreshing bond of recognition and respect. behind the shrubs at the field’s verge caught by the fiery sun 328 �An Orange-Black Heap Against the Gaslit Curb �Yet another time, Danny unexpectedly came to visit me at Northwestern. He was visibly uncomfortable in my grandmotherly space with its white chenille spreads and old lace curtains. The only place to sit was on the bed. In one look, which said “There’s nothing for me here,” he conveyed that removing his overcoat was hardly worth the trouble. moonless night— the edges of my cot absorb the rain 330 �He hailed a taxi which swept us to a restaurant, the sort of place one’s first thought is “Am I dressed okay?” Like his letters, his conversation imbued the banal with the universal, the indigenous with the ethnographic. I had to strain to keep up. big blue butterfly past my eyes and out to sea 331 �After dinner he invited me to his hotel room. I was ablaze. We lay down on his bed and he held me for a long time. He began removing my clothing, my blouse, my slip. I was prepared to dedicate my life to him. Being here with him, enveloped in the sense of somehow this being a beginning for endless passionate times, lifted me to another level of consciousness. Sexually we had never gone this far and I was very excited. rising wind— a wild iris totters from the clifftop 332 �Suddenly (suddenly) the old familiar words entered my ears, “I have to get you home.” I stiffened to contain my tears and barely managed to on the ride back. I couldn’t talk. I couldn’t say goodbye. Danny said goodbye when the taxi let me off. I didn’t hear from him for a long time. ghostly wings— an orange-black heap against the gaslit curb 333 �sh i mo -tsuji the hoar-frost moon �Re-Entering the Mountain �It rains. Gusts of wind wisp through the shrubs and trees outside my door sounding elusive, threatening. It rains all night and into the morning so that I awake to the rhythmical sound of dripping from the low-hanging eaves. The steady beat is hypnotizing and for a few minutes I drop back to sleep. I feel deliciously comfortable, my body suspended. A sense of warmth oozes over my chest. listening, dozing . . . as it taps my window pane 336 �Rain warms the mountain air and feels soothing as it softly falls through the moonlight. Shallow drafts brush my face. Whereas minutes ago I felt reluctant, tired, mean, suddenly I am overcome with gratitude. In the zendo I sit bolt upright, supported by the gurgling creek. A chorus of birds are so ardently chirping that there seems to be a wall of raspy but sweet wet life surrounding me on all sides. drizzly day . . . darts and wiggles in the waterweed 337 �Bop. Bop. Bop. Like a woodpecker only gigantic, the han echoes its third round. The roshi’s feet are scuffing behind me as I face the wall. He is barefoot, of course, but being large, his feet drag along the zendo’s clean narrow aisle and sound like my father’s house-slippers. The electricity of his presence pierces my shallow zazen. moonlight . . . deep in the bracts of a pink wildflower 338 �Morning zazen ends. We leave our cushions and the primordial quiet that sinks in with the raindrops. The steady pound of rain, its persistent motion, makes our straight-backed cross-legged posture seem all the more still. By the end of second period we are nestled here forever. a train whistle blows . . . perched in a tree crow closes its eyes 339 �Sutrās (literally “warp” of the dharma) are sermons of the Buddha. Robes draped gracefully, legs tucked under forming a base to our statuesque torsos, we momentarily embody these syllables, each of which, honored by its own thump of the mokugyō, hammers into our being again and again and again. They are startling, even without the translation. morning glories stumbling upon them outside my gate 340 �Rain Bends the Umbel �A warm glow from kerosene lamps beckons through the vaporous light. Cackles from the fire and scrapings of chair-legs are foreground sounds. Sacred texts wrapped in cloth rest in front of each person. Clack-clack go the clappers and each enters her own carefully selected realm of the Buddhist universe. rain bends the umbel . . . the fritillary below 342 �Suzuki-roshi doesn’t press scholarship. He says since we have one, the mind needs food. We feed it each day for an hour and a half. That’s all. That’s the meaning of it. okusan— jabbering into your cellular phone this windy day 343 �Rushing water over stone creates a barely discernible roar, subtle but potent counterpoint to the creek’s continuous gurgling. For the moment I don’t read. The fire, the creek, the building groupconcentration and my warmth (finally) fill me. Christmas Eve listen— snow is falling 344 �It annoys me to read about Buddhism. If I read at all, I want it to address Buddhism indirectly. tiny ginkgo releasing a torrent of rain after the storm 345 �I wrap an interesting book about the structure of Japanese houses in brown paper (to disguise it—in study period we are required to read about Buddhism). The same mind that designs the ōryōki designs living spaces, every detail of one’s daily needs crafted into a feature of the architecture. The inclusivity is mesmerizing. I want to live my life this way. In fact this is why I am here, right now, painfully attending to the neglected (larger) implications contingent upon the extreme good fortune of being incarnated in a human body. spanning the river still faintly purling . . . ribbons of moon 346 �Fragile Limbs Nubbed with Blossoms �My dorm room is a tiny square. Beneath its window is a platform for my futon and there is just enough additional area for my desk, a shiny piece of redwood. Three lighted lanterns keep it toasty. I immediately picture myself reading without being cold, sleeping without being cold, sewing without being cold. It’s also right next door to the zendo. dawn: “peep peep peep”— through my airy curtains 348 �Tassajara is about breathing, and by extension, the next level of care necessary for the body so that it can breathe—an allotted amount of sleep, three balanced meals, a bath, a period of study and rest from work every fifth day. Much attention is lavished on all aspects of these activities so that washing one’s clothes takes its rightful place as a primary concern. One needs clothes for breathing. Therefore one must be prepared to sew or buy them, mend them, wash them, store them so that they stay clean and available. fog rolls in fat gulls huddle over the water 349 �On a sparkling day in March I rather enjoy the outdoor tubs, the sense of others also washing their clothes and then hanging them with pins on the long lines to dry in the sun. But on rainy or bitter-cold days it seems an endless process to schlep my dirty belongings up to the wash area, compete for a space to soak them, return in several hours for rinsing, and then schlep the now heavier load to the muddy field and fight for room on the clothesline. plump, wobbly chewing your way through the rain-soaked leaves 350 �The sun is warm and the afternoon air full of spring. I pull my chair toward a ginkgo tree, close to it but at an angle. Its fragile limbs nubbed with blossoms jut awkwardly as if each branch sprouts independently, full of intention, only later to learn it is in another’s way. I can’t take my eyes off it. It is so young. indian summer: Japanese girls giggle and loudly suck their straws 351 �Cooled Again by the Evening Breeze �A rather broad pathway links the tiny bath houses (one for men, one for women) to the main grounds. Beyond them are hills, meadows and wilderness. moonrise— beanstalks and melon vines droop over the muddy road 353 �One dresses for a bath (robe and zoris), brings along clean underwear and bathing accessories and allows five to eight minutes “travel time” in each direction. It takes planning and some deliberation to pad down the lane and maneuver the hump of the wooden bridge that arches over the creek. starless night: clawing up the slimy bank a river crab 354 �Embraced by the valley’s quietness, the path is sprayed in a thin mist. I cross the bridge, gassho at the altar reciting the gata mentally, steel myself to undress in the freezing air, and step into the water. I pause, knee-deep, while my body adjusts to the heat. I step down one step and the water reaches my hips, then another and it rises to my waist. Then I squat so that I am totally immersed. I swim to the other side, turn around and look out at the mountains, the madrone trees, the rising sun, and listen to the whirling creek. dawn softly softly through the undergrowth 355 �The afternoon creek is lively. Turtles, snakes, bugs, butterflies, frogs, tadpoles, and wildflowers enshrine the slippery stones over which the water gushes. Removing one’s shoes, walking barefoot to the other side of the overpass to the altar where one pauses (to dedicate the act of washing one’s body to all sentient beings), gingerly one enters the open-air cubicles with their cement tubs. mountain shrine: fragrance from an unknown place 356 �Each rectangular tub holds two bathers. During the afternoon bath period there is not time to fill and empty them more than once, so women take turns soaping and rinsing off. Like the Japanese, they wash first and then, entirely clean, enter the plunge or steamroom. high and still on the milky horizon— summer clouds 357 �The plunge is maintained by an attendant at 110 degrees at all times. One graduates to its deepest parts allowing the water to seep up one’s body as the steam enfolds the still-yet-above-surface portions. The serenity of the mountains and trees, birds and flowers sink in with the heat until quite suddenly one is saturated. folding its wings a moth comes to rest— evening settles in 358 �One leaves quickly, drying, partially dressing. The cold air slaps the mind which must emerge from its sated state carrying an even-keeled warmth to the evening’s meditation practice. leaving the pool cooled again by the evening breeze 359 �The sun set hours ago but residual light lingers over our valley with its last vestiges of warmth. Birds chirp and a slight wind rustles through the trees. Though in five minutes the sun will have dipped beneath the horizon, right now it blooms an iridescent yellow through the wild grass. The hillsides are teeming. Chirp chirp. The sun sinks a fraction lower. night falls curtains flap in the shallow breeze 360 �I shut my eyes and listen to the throat-filled calls allowing the cool air to dry the beads of steam across my forehead. My kimono is loosely tied. A shallow breeze brushes my chest, spreads through the wide sleeves and around my thighs as the skirt balloons slightly. A strip of light falls on a wooden chair, ancient and peeling with blotches of white bird-droppings on its flared arms and angled center, the slabs weather-beaten. The sun momentarily hovers, sanctifying the chair, but is gone by the time I slowly pass, returning from the baths to my cabin to dress for dinner. night falls I watch— door ajar 361 �Acre After Acre After Acre Explode in the Four Directions �A breathtaking day. Gold and red leaves shimmer against the sky, their fragility contrasting with the rugged mountainous air. We are seated in the zendo which runs along the creek, one by one shouting our question (the question designed to demonstrate our understanding) at the Roshi. The practice period is about to end. the wind blows stronger— old women rustle through piles of free clothes 363 �“Fire Fire!” someone bursts into the zendo. Several young men bow to their cushions, rolling up their sleeves (there’s a way of tying up the voluptuous black sitting-robe sleeves when one wants to accomplish a daily-life task) as they depart, the gesture indicating, “We’ll take care of this.” winds blow briskly this evening crickets are beginning to chirp tell me—blue jesus— why do you pick now to be silent 364 �The fire roars like wind. Dirty grey air (oppressive air darker than fog so that it’s eerie, unnatural) smirches the chilly morning with its stuffy presence. Deposits of ash, snow-like, invade every exposed surface. One gags on a drink of water. a fledgling drinks . . . insects float on the stagnant swamp 365 �Our routine, our sky, our beds, our baths—everything is polluted with the fire’s residue. hot windless day even the song-sparrow’s nest is deserted 366 �Chop chop chop. The carrot is now a row of paper-thin, saladready (they are too skinny for soup or mixed vegetables) slices. I am momentarily in control. Chopping block, hocho (knife) and me standing, cutting the decisive widths. I feel exhausted, but the wafer-size carrot wheels are perfect. Bashō your rainproof paper hat made with your own hands the one imitating Saigyō’s . . . I too have felt desperately alone 367 �Our snug (albeit gritty) sense of placement in this valley is comical once one sees the firezone from an aeronautical perspective. Acre after acre after acre explode in the four directions, Tassajara a dot directly in its path. snowstorm: one tam-ó-shanter dissolves into the flurry 368 �Our tactic is to cut a trench around the monastery wide enough to stop the fire as it approaches. Fires need food. Trenches have none. Theoretically the fire will extinguish itself (if the wind cooperates). But the fire by now is so huge and so old. Selfconsumption (as in the case of humans) could sustain it for a long time. scorching a no-longer-summer landscape— summer heat 369 �Frogs Wait, Birds Wait, Snakes Wait �After the fire, conditions at Tassajara become crowded what with the extra help brought in to clean and repair the damage. Three and four people are squished into a room. The hill cabin I am assigned is partitioned in two with (miraculously) only me in the front with a view of the entire valley. after the storm a cerulean sky—floods the banks of the deep draw 371 �The approach is up a narrow footpath through idyllic yellow grasses. Perched atop my futon I survey the creek, the foothills of the adjacent mountain, its timberline, peaks and the shadows cast upon them by the sun and moon and clouds. At my elevation pesky blue jays sound nostalgic. Easter sunrise: kneeling by the jonquils in my breezy pew 372 �Indeed, except for the bells, whose reverberations distance renders even more soul-stirring, community generated noises seem remote, quaint, picturesque. cat’s back arched in the waxing moon . . . wind whistles through the grasses 373 �Whereas formerly my room, a glorified trunk, housed my belongings and served as a changing station (tool for the schedule), my present room is a container for me. My new perspective is not only geographical. It is emotional and psychological. I see the context for my desires and can tolerate being deprived with greater equanimity. frogs wait, birds wait, snakes wait . . . the season shifts 374 �The Wintry Thicket Lifeless �At Tassajara it rains. I have told the tenken I am sick and to please bring me hot water in a thermos, later, after breakfast. From my bed I hear the rain softly falling and the sound lulls me back to sleep. A band of moonlight criss-crosses my otherwise darkened cabin. cooling the night with its plashing I doze . . . dream of its plashing 376 �It pours. Clouds are black. Buckets of water descend through the thick sky. Early in the morning I am at my desk. The screendoor behind me is open so that I hear the rain, its steady flush of water. The downpour creates an echo on top of which I hear (1) wind blowing through the Eucalyptus trees (2) the drip drip drip of drainage from the eaves (3) sweet clear singing from a variety of birds, one in beats of three (hoot hoot hoot...hoot hoot hoot) (4) insects on the hill chirping, buzzing, alive and busy (5) a woodpecker and (6) the sound of steel pounding steel. A train whistle blows. Out on the bay a fog horn moans. your mournful call crosses my mind this wet cold morning 377 �I sleep. I sleep deeply and soundly and when I wake the room is filled with muted light. I turn over on my back doubling my pillow underneath my head, arranging the hood of my sleeping bag around my neck snugly while I reflect, starring at the rafters, listening to the pitter-patter pitter-patter soaking the already saturated earth. A Scrub Jay caws. Another responds, caw caw caw, as if railing against the sour weather. no chirps no twitters just rain 378 �Sometimes the wake-up bell will ring, with its primitive and unmistakably firm ring, and I cannot get out of bed. I lay there in the dark, in the glorious warmth of my sleeping bag, feeling remote, reluctant to decide to be at this monastery. The desire to stay in bed, finally to sleep enough, to be warm, to reconsider my life is overwhelming. hatched but slow to uncoil in the mild rain 379 �Through this “sickness” my life emerges. First I “get” that I am sick, the vast extent of it. Then I recognize the tremendous energy that I bestow on the things I choose to do. I can’t help but ask why I pour myself into sewing, for example, and sneak out of zazen, when it is zazen I have presumably come to Tassajara to practice. full moon—facing it knees braced beneath my robe 380 �The answer is evident in my hands. My hands write and sew with immaculate, single-minded passion, passion that is sure of itself, pulsating and ecstatic. In the zendo my hands freeze. All the contraptions I can devise to insulate them beneath my robes cannot prevent their stiffening numbness. winds howl snow mounts the wintry thicket . . . lifeless 381 �Fat White Grub in its Beak �Winter practice period ends with the telltale signs of spring. Mornings aren’t quite so cold, there is more light, a scattering of wildflowers, and, occasionally, afternoon temperatures warranting short-sleeves (no bugs). splash of yellow . . . first crocus on the mist-beaded turf 383 �We poof the pillows, shake and air the quilts, polish the wood furniture, arrange flowers, check and doublecheck the lists of guest necessities—as part of entering the mind of one unaccustomed to monastic life. Our intensity might throw guests off, obscure instead of sharpen the inner space they come to reclaim. storm over— the fragrance of pine in the clear-cut 384 �Opening the gatehouse in itself is a ritual, contextualizing the transition from a purely interior focus to a focus which is primarily interior but now includes our impact upon (and our perception of our impact upon) others. softly scudding clouds . . . a gaggle of sightseers points at the roving flock 385 �At Tassajara the gatehouse is a wooden shack with a very oldfashioned (and temperamental) telephone. As gatehouse-keeper, I greet visitors outside, rarely dragging them into the dreary office. I give them a little map highlighting their cabin, the zendo, the dining room, the baths. I explain our guidelines on conserving water. Like a bodhisattva, my sole responsibility is to anticipate and address the requirements of others. It feels awkward, unnatural. I am too much of an introvert really to care. reeking of the sea facing the sea fat white grub in its beak 386 �Lime-Green Sulphurs Mud-Puddle in the Canyon Dust �One holds out for so long then gives oneself over to a chain of events by which isolated segments of one’s life unravel. The contents scramble. The life force, renewed, released, slowly reconstructs itself, as if one’s karma metastasizes. autumn leaves lie quietly in the sun 388 �One day I have the following thought: “I have spent eleven years as a Zen student resisting everything. What would happen if I take all the energy that I put into resisting and use it for something positive?” eaglet ripping the soldier free from the asphalt 389 �From this seed I develop “yes practice.” “Yes practice” means doing only those things that I say “yes” to with my whole body and mind. I will not get out of bed until there is something I want that much. (I have to find out if there is.) If there isn’t, I will just die, but I am not going to pretend for another second. shrouded in fog a tiny dinosaur inches toward dawn 390 �Soon it occurs to me that I want to write. Whereas formerly I felt I needed a specified subject, now I think: “If I want to write, I’m going to write. I’m going to write a certain number of hours a day just like I go to zazen a certain number of hours a day. I will not worry about what I write. I will concern myself solely with attending my writing periods.” high noon lime-green sulphurs mud-puddle in the canyon dust 391 �I am through with Zen Center. I need to define my own regime. Zen Center has had it with me anyway. I am told privately that unless my attitude changes, I will not be accepted for Fall Practice Period. Indeed, my attitude has changed but not in the direction that would pique my interest in Fall Practice Period. after the storm over the hill . . . zigzagging 392 �Gravid Nymph �Saying “yes” finally was like a birth. And, like most other births, it came after a long period of gestation characterized by saying “no” only the “no” was unconscious. Immersed in the fog of my unconscious “no,” I failed to recognize my own authenticity. tadpoles! bug-eyed and squirmy in their bracken-shaded mud 394 �A predominant feature of this inauthenticity was a sense of impending doom. Initially it hovered around the dreaded unnamed seemingly unavoidable crisis one could feel swelling in my childhood household. The atmosphere of this swelling— forces at work that I didn’t understand, the largeness of those forces (that they were way, way beyond me), my ensuing inertia and blankness, and the resulting compliance (compliance being a form of inertia)—infiltrated all my subsequent endeavors, until “yes practice” broke through the gridlock. warming earth— its scent in an early-spring breeze 395 �Likewise in college, my inability to think and to write perpetuated the sense of being stalked—that at any moment something cataclysmic might happen. Because I couldn’t keep up. a falcon circles evermore narrowly down through the desolate sky 396 �And again at Zen Center where my unacknowledged anorexia stuck out, it seemed only a matter of minutes till the scaffolding of my life would collapse. gravid nymph grasping a leaf with your claw-like toes 397 �Determining to say “yes” . . . making that a conscious act— housing the bits of emptiness and despair that belonged to me and then offering them to the universe—“Yes practice” meant claiming my life. “Yes practice” was the beginning of living my life as opposed to an ersatz life. waving long legs dragging itself through the widening split in the pre-dawn light 398 �shi wasu the moon in which monks scurry from house to house reading the sutrās �Under Ice, Under Snow, a Gracile Wing �Before “yes practice,” my efforts to heal the indescribable thing that was the matter with me consisted of a series of self-imposed traps. even in his company seeing his grey hair I long for his company 401 �My inner world was blank. Nothing sparkled except my boyfriend. When he left, I was desperate for another such object through which I could experience myself. I chose food. I discovered that restriction of food has the side-effect of heightened self-awareness. her lengthening shadow young girl at low tide 402 �Though my body was lean, my spirit was corpulent. The tactic I picked to combat my numbness in itself became a thing to combat, distracting me from the feeling I was trying to address by choosing it in the first place. behind the storm-window latticed with ice . . . dangling threadbare wings 403 �Once I was walking home from school without vitality or joy. I knew it would take an act of will just to make it to the house. I happened to pass a grocery store which, for a flickering moment, offered a ray of hope. “But,” I thought, “what can I get? The food in the store either has calories or it doesn’t satisfy.” the flock recedes— I wander home in the gathering darkness 404 �The extent to which anorexia was a trap dawned on me. If I ate, I realized, I’d lose everything. If I continued to not eat, my life was a mass of listlessness and despair. I lacked the strength to choose— possibly even to stay alive. winter’s end: curled along the window’s ledge a brittle body 405 �Buddhism, also an attempt to heal the unpindownable sense of vacuousness that pervaded my life, turned out to be another trap. I began sitting zazen because I had come to the end of the way of life to which my parents had brought me up. I needed a deeper path—to access a larger part of myself. I didn’t know what this meant exactly. It wasn’t formulated mentally. I was drawn to zazen however at an important turning point. from broken shell to clump of bluestem . . . making a dash for it 406 �I tried very hard to follow the schedule because I believed that I had finally found—consummate and unfathomable—a path that plumbed the core of my being. Despite the fact that it was difficult, I told myself that at least I was on the right track. If I could just exert a little more effort, a little more will, a little more self-discipline . . . flat pink sea: saffron wings flutter over the prawn boat 407 �Ironically, the vehemence behind my determination hooked me irretrievably into another tailspin (I can’t do it and there’s no other choice). As I focused my energies on adjusting to the community (this, I was assured over and over, is Zen practice— “Just follow the schedule,” everyone said, “while you notice mentally the obstacles that arise for you”), I failed to notice my unmitigated sense of hollowness and despair. slipping on the scree her wings smeared my fingers powdery 408 �I likewise failed a third time. As a young girl I fell in love with Danny. I was certain that he was the man for me. I ignored my extreme inhibitions around him, my fear of him, the fact that he didn’t really know me. I just knew I “loved” him. Even after our relationship ended, I proceeded for over twenty years to have eyes for no one else. “My man is unavailable yet no one else will do” puts me in the same sort of bind as “If I eat, I’ll lose everything” and “I can’t do Zen practice but no other path is authentic.” In this manner I constructed an endless series of (boxes) containers (a kind of mothering) for myself and spent a major portion of my life stuck in them. under ice under snow a gracile wing 409 �The milieu of “yes practice” is movement. It includes everchanging me. Doing only those things that I say “yes” to with my whole body and mind releases me minute by minute to become who I am. from the prow of the ferry watching them spin ever faster over the bay 410 �After I formally left Zen Center, I moved into a neighborhood apartment and for awhile continued to sit zazen. One day I had an interview with the Head Monk. He asked about my leave-taking and I carefully explained “yes practice.” He said to me: “Until you say yes, you cannot practice Buddhism.” an arctic basks— wings tilted toward the salmon pink sky 411 �Glossary Anja. The anja, one of the Roshi’s two personal assistants, takes care of matters pertaining to his space. Clappers. The taku (clappers) are small pieces of hard wood approximately two by two by ten. They are held parallel and struck together making a sharp clack. Doan. One of a small group of students whose job for the practice period is to attend to the monastery’s “sound system” (including the bells and drums accompanying formal services) and to enforce the daily schedule. Dokusan. A Soto Zen term for sanzen, a private interview with one’s teacher. Gassho. A Buddhist gesture of greeting, palms of hands placed together. Gata. A short prayer. Han. The han is a thick rectangular wooden board suspended by cords outside the zendo and struck with a wooden mallet. The resulting sound, hollow and sharp, creates a haunting echo. 412 �Jisha. The jisha, one of the Roshi’s two personal assistants, takes care of matters pertaining to his time. Keisu. The keisu (gong) is a bronze bowl twelve or more inches high that is struck with a padded mallet to punctuate sutrā-chanting. Kinhin. Kinhin is the continuation of the practice of zazen done between formal periods of seated zazen. It consists of very slow (half-steps) walking. Mokugyō. The mokugyō (wooden fish) is a hollow wooden drum, quasi-spherical, and carved as a stylized fish. It sits on a pad on the floor where one of the doans strikes it with a mallet to regulate the tempo of sutrā-chanting. Mudra. Symbolic hand gestures associated especially with tantric meditation practices. Ōryōki. The ōryōki consists of three nested bowls, a packet of eating utensils (chopsticks, spoon and setsu), a cotton napkin and a wrapping cloth which also serves as a placemat. Each student is provided with an ōryōki and ōryōki instruction upon arrival at a monastery (otherwise one cannot eat in the zendo). Thereafter the ōryōki is in one’s care. 413 �Prajña Pāramitā Sutrā. Known as the “Heart Sutrā” the Prajña Pāramitā Sutrā is the classical condensation of the six-hundred-volume Prajña Pāramitā literature, translated into Chinese by Hsüan-tang in the seventh century. Precepts. Guidelines for training in wholesome conduct to which a Buddhist commits voluntarily. There are five precepts for lay people: to refrain from killing, stealing, lying, sexual misconduct and intoxicants. Rakusu. A monastic or lay biblike vestment, a miniature version of the kesa or priest robe. Robe Chant. I wear the robe of liberation, the formless field of benefaction, the teachings of the Thatāgatha, saving all the many beings. This verse of the rakusu is recited at dawn when priests put on their kesas and lay people their rakusus. It is also chanted privately whenever these garments are donned. The kesa and rakusu are the robes of the Buddha, treated respectfully and worn on all religious occasions. Seiza. Seiza is a traditional Japanese sitting posture wherein one’s body rests on the knees and shins. Sesshin. Zen Buddhist retreats are called sesshin, a Sino-Japanese 414 �term that means “to touch the mind.” It is a period of intensive meditation practice. Shijō. The shijō (Cease and Be Quiet) is about nine inches high and struck by a doan three times to signal the beginning of a period of zazen, twice to signal kinhin, and once to signal that another event is about to begin. Skandhas. The five skandhas are “bundles” (forms of the world, sensation, perception, mental reaction and consciousness) that make up the self. Soji. A period of community cleaning. Sutrā. Discourses of the Buddha (literally “a thread on which jewels are strung”), loosely used to mean old Buddhist scriptures or scriptures to be chanted. Tangaryo. A five-day period of practicing zazen continuously from early in the morning until late at night instead of the usual practice of walking meditation between designated forty-minute periods of zazen. This initiation stemmed from a tradition in Japan whereby a suppliant is asked to wait outside the monastery doors for an unspecified time before being allowed to request entry. The long wait was a test of the suppliant’s sincerity. 415 �Tathāgatha. Literally “thus gone,” an epithet for a fully realized Buddha. Teishō. The dharma presented by the Roshi in a public talk. Tenken. The tenken is one of the doans whose rotating job is to take attendance in the zendo and check on the whereabouts/needs of anyone not present. Tenzo. The head of a temple kitchen (“head cook”). Umpan. The umpan (Cloud Plate) is a bronze plate shaped like a fleur-de-lis. It hangs from cords in the kitchen and is struck with a hard wooden mallet to produce a clangorous sound signaling meals. Zabutan. A square mat placed on a tatami as a base for a zafu, one’s round meditation cushion. Zazen: Zazen is the practice of sitting erect on cushions, on a low bench, or in a chair. In Soto Zen zazen is keyed to the breaths and takes the form either of counting them from one to ten or of shikantaza (sitting with no theme). In his book The Practice of Perfection Robert Aitken has the following to say about zazen: “Zazen is itself enlightenment—as Dogen Kigen Zenji never tired 416 �of saying. This means, in his words, that body and mind have dropped away and they continue to drop away endlessly. The self is forgotten and it continues to be forgotten more and more completely through all time. Any residue of self-centered conduct, speech, or thought is wiped away. Any residue of that wiping away is then wiped away and so on endlessly—each day more liberated, each day more joyous. There are milestones on the path, as the Buddha found under the Bodhi tree, but they are no more than milestones and are not any kind of ultimate consummation. Perfection is a process.” Zen. A Japanese Buddhist school concerned with directly realizing the true nature of one’s mind. Zendo. Zen meditation hall. 417 �The Moon of the Swaying Buds is set in Minion, a typeface designed by Robert Slimbach in the spirit of the humanist typefaces of fifteenth-century Venice; it was released by Adobe Systems in 1990. Cover design: Bryan Kring � Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. 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LIB-PC011 Language A language of the resource eng Creator An entity primarily responsible for making the resource Sher, Gail, 1942-2026 poetry publications SherPublications https://digital.lib.buffalo.edu/files/original/1b8b5da245dbfa8c3ac3ff356e26a74d.pdf f6275d0e746bd6eebb4c38352316b9f6 PDF Text Text The Tethering of Mind To Its Five Permanent Qualities �also by gail sher PROSE 7RITING THE &IRE� 9OGA AND THE !RT OF -AKING 9OUR 7ORDS #OME !LIVE s 2006 4HE )NTUITIVE 7RITER� ,ISTENING TO 9OUR /WN 6OICE s 2002 /NE #ONTINUOUS -ISTAKE� &OUR .OBLE 4RUTHS FOR 7RITERS s 1999 &ROM A "AKER�S +ITCHEN s 1984/2004 POETRY THOUGH ACTUALLY IT IS THE SAME EARTH s 2008 4HE (AIKU -ASTERS� &OUR 0OETIC $IARIES s 2008 7HO� ! ,ICCHAVI s 2007 #ALLIOPE s 2007 old dri’s LAMENT s 2007 4HE #OPER 0HEASANT #EASES )TS #ALL s 2007 %AST 7IND -ELTS THE )CE s 2007 7ATCHING 3LOW &LOWERS s 2006 DOHA s 2005 2!'! s 2004 /NCE 4HERE 7AS 'RASS s 2004 REDWIND DAYLONG DAYLONG s 2004 "IRDS OF #ELTIC 4WILIGHT� ! .OVEL IN 6ERSE s 2004 ,OOK AT 4HAT $OG !LL $RESSED /UT IN 0LUM "LOSSOMS s 2002 -OON OF THE 3WAYING "UDS s 2001 ,INES� 4HE ,IFE OF A ,AYSAN !LBATROSS s 2000 &IFTY *IGSAWED "ONES s 1999 3AFFRON 7INGS s 1998 /NE BUG � � � ONE MOUTH � � � SNAP� s 1997 -ARGINALIA s 1997 ,A s 1996 ,IKE A #RANE AT .IGHT s 1996 +UKLOS s 1995 #OPS s 1988 "ROKE !IDE s 1985 2OUGE TO "EAK (AVING -E s 1983 �!S ON THINGS WHICH �HEADPIECE TOUCHES THE -OSLEM s 1982 &ROM !NOTHER 0OINT OF 6IEW THE 7OMAN 3EEMS TO BE 2ESTING s 1981 �The Tethering of Mind To Its Five Permanent Qualities Gail Sher - night crane press 2009 �Copyright 2009, Gail Sher All rights reserved. Night Crane Press 1500 Park Avenue, Suite 435 Emeryville, California 94608 No part of this publication may be reproduced or transmitted in any form without permission in writing from the copyright owner and publisher. isbn: 978–0-9794721-5-2 �For Brendan ��contents New Year’s Day Swimmers 1 Barn Yard 19 Halloween 29 Dead 35 The Palliative of Mind 61 ��new year’s day swimmers i In fir trees in sky, bathers on grass in no particular order. Towels strewn in no particular order. Swimmers mostly standing in water, in sunny pool though light is muted. Muted sounds from low benches at certain distances (air the color of crisp blue). 1 �Clouds, sky, day, in perfect symmetry of day. Image of boy now fading under water in shadow of darker blue water. Pale day occurring above cold pools. Day is there next to white water and waders’ bird heads. Is white completely calm (sober) water. 2 �As token of figure bathing and what she feels about bathing without reference to motion and breath. Without reference, motion and breath are the composition. A photographer sees breath as blue shadows on the bottom of a pool. The pool has no sides, no bottom, so it spills over. Motion is outside breath in language bonded by the requisite of death in the picture. Swimmers tread water waiting in waveless drift, as if volition (or feeling) is the karma of water. 3 �Death is blue waterless waves in moments of preparing the picture (loose clear bodies of boys in cold swim water; bland postures of bodies wading at water’s edge). Bodies wade inside the water without reference to themselves in the water. Only the language of themselves wading. In time before as if wading in advance. Years pass in the person wading before the water. Proportions occur in composition of boys, water, red-and-white ball and the pool’s various surfaces. 4 �An image breaks in the internal place between two bodies. To place herself beneath the weighty water, being water and the brain of water, is being back ‘in’ water, as in ‘mother water.’ Being queer is not being the thought of oneself as that. Being queer is the same as if one is occurring. 5 �A field of sealed bodies limps mentally toward water. Is repeated but is thin (what occurs lapses). If she occurs is separate. The sealed bodies of waders drift off-shore submerged. 6 �Which is not that occurring either as it exists, ceasing and occurring. A length of sea, down in her. Immersed in water—being time—suited or in the cold flesh of water. As if time around the water, which when occurring, is being ceasing there. An Oranda’s bulging eye perceives the pale flow of water as fingers of water, time around its head. Mere voice spins on its tail toward familiar sense of twisted water, eons of them wearing water. 7 �A syllable in the foreground is a serendipitous presence. (Others watching others in water somewhere else.) One’s hands shed sound (the intelligence of sound). Two swans in the twist of their necks. One’s hearing is the silent swans under them in the lake. One’s hearing is adjacent to the sound of them (now lit in slinky underlake, honks simmering in little shore peep-hole). 8 �ii A year ends below water. Several bodies appear surrounded by gray light. In portentful time of being in the time of that which is as yet unmanifested. The time of a wave, say, in the advent of sound before it is heard by those with hands in parkas. Gray dawn as sound is placed on faces treading near-motionless water and expressionless bodies standing in boots at the sea’s edge. 9 �Also the experience of facing water is her facing water whether herself inside incipient sense of water. Hearing is passed through the heads of those staring. Is an expression of sea—hearing form (entropy). Others say nothing but in their minds is the hearing of those watching. Which is indistinguishable from sea. And from time. Water hearing water in the windless waiting of cold day. Its internal sound is an object of water’s mind. The heads of those immersed in water is also sound. One’s hearing is also below water. 10 �One is being hearing and at the same instant hearing. One’s interior sea is an object and at the same instant the mind that apprehends an object. There is no silence in one. Sea and words are sea hearing hearing. One imagines oneself facing hearing as aspect of hearing’s sound. 11 �On a plain there is water. Somewhere far off I hear wind or sea shattering. A person sees direction and space without the intelligence of space (so that she is its mute face). Faces stare at water being primitive and without location vis-à-vis water’s actual boundary. Water is there, not for but being repeating. Staring repeats the aegis of a view inclusive of itself. 12 �A body hangs from the topmost place of water. Inside a wave fades, e.g., there is no interior to the wave. Yet she resides in ‘no interior.’ Seeing inside the water’s legs which is hanging. Headless legs stand in seafoam. Others look out being on legs though the dripping in between is dry. New Year’s air is dry and solemn today bent near legs. A sheer leg. 13 �iii Looking through grass toward young sea water. A structure holds sea in and out of green sea-water. Long slab of gray cold water, bodies lashed to themselves. Nothing occurs simultaneous to itself, in deep awareness of preciousmoment’s disappearance. In the barren waste of vast, thin water, a falcon wears sea wild at its edge. In slab of sea that is Dead Sea, kiosks are seen by one looking at the water. 14 �Seen-through water, a shelf of water. The sense of sea pulled back. Mind is green, then alone. A girl’s mild body holds up like a slip. A man is thin where he grows without hearing. Thin bird, moving against falling. Like craziness repeating, a mind realizing hearing (the stakes of hearing) in the context of women asleep. 15 �She glances at the sea, though she is its body. I move but day too moves along with its falling. The long day slides below low clouds. White lines cut the hill horizontally. Falling below falling, the falling of day clings, but it moves down the hill like a second pair of shoes. A slow dog moves slowly with the blossoms’ light, falling with day down to the cold sea. 16 �A dog trots through sky, albino skin a beautiful borne white. It shimmers in a line though it is alone. Other dogs are its borders. As if she were day, a blind dog stops. At first it is sight, then low sight, then she is the sight. Islands of rock stand in dark blue water made to appear as distant person in yellow vest. 17 �Do you reside? Do you not reside? Energy, like the water, is low, seemingly bland, unruffled. Bather’s flesh is real. Mermaid’s flesh glows in creamy ground of water, frosty-blue tail, sharp flapper, pointy. Shadows on walls, like flesh, in passing moments, is each moment. A full moon hangs but it is separate from night and does not spread its light anywhere. 18 �barn yard A woman sees cows from behind slated blinds. (One slow green-lit cow.) Luminous tiny birds in dark green columns are still-small, lowflying across the meadow. The sound of a bird is the girl’s feeling, not the empty bird. One’s hearing is in a mass of birds struggling (invisible scurrying touchable-but-outside the occurrence of their bodies). 19 �Nothing moves (being destitute of hill in ‘flat’ hill at the ravine’s bottom). Nothing moves. Cuds move in undercurrent of dark motionless stream. A photographer sees sky/hay/hill as composition of linear fields, muted colors divided by thin bars of black. A tree’s interior edge holds sky. A rooster crows in thick gray air that rises then falls away rhythmically. 20 �If I can replace myself then, taking back something from before I appear ordinary. The shame of the familiar, like an ordinary barn. A slum in light has perfection of the afternoon. There are lines, she is told, of carefully wrapped people. People are dead in different colored shirts. In the sky’s translucent provenance, an elder piece of her, crooked in its arms like a waltz. 21 �ii Trees are black in aslant nature of coming together as trees. (Dog in sweet complexion of light.) A woman eats cheese and says her bread, which is wood, wafts from the mouth of a young girl. Seeing imbues the loaf with food. A girl in birds, in black sea light, rides along a canal of light. I am their teacher so I am hurrying to get there. I begin to run. 22 �A woman eats holding her mouth above her. Figures emerge in rock moving normally in awareness of shorn fields. Blackbirds rest on someone’s hands in cessation of being in a particular field of sight. (Is endurance of hands or the property of folding one’s fingers to make a perch for the bird’s claws.) A photograph of birds are the same birds omitted from their form so that the print is not of them but cut out from them and from the cessation of them. Form without the appendages of form is an image of pure sight (omitting that action). 23 �A red one, say, in skin narrower than herself. If she’s confined letting the skin loose. A girl is a chair sometimes in expanded position of slingback. If she’s washed herself. Where she would be fully sleeping next to it. Feeling its walls. An empty mouth like sun comes where she does it, though its layers and layers smell like the inside of her body. His pee in the gush of some riverless doorway there. A ‘we’ suspends out, being outside water peeing or inside to feel the warm drift of legs. 24 �iii Mute in sun. Of bare air in day. Dog in sand spreading time through tall blue summer. A man sees time from before or during himself, days of himself in continuous parallel lines. A road veers off to unseeable distant landscape known by him once. 25 �Waiting is touching. Still-summer air inside seated person in blank moment of dog. A woman faces dog, though light becomes something modular. Emptiness and light compose the luminosity of her voice beyond the composition of any structure. Emptiness and light compose the luminosity of his face. He looks at the grass and this knowledge makes the grass warm. 26 �Trees listen like grass, the other of myself, interior line of time endowing hearing with time. Trees soak through time. So she’s dead. There, in morning light. The other of time spanned over light. Not as in death but simply ceasing, though she continues to be alive. 27 �Day falls and if she thinks it is her mother, a bell rings in her skin. Light falls like a mask while she eats her bread. I am dizzy with bread, she acknowledges. What is the connection between resting as a place where light is a place and the immanence of the place like a dark (dissociative) fugue? What is the connection between her face in the sky and the nevernever land of her being my mother? The immanence of her face, flat as water, though I have never known her at all? Slowly she becomes my mother. Night falls on black branches of something generous. 28 �halloween A child reads. Winter sun pours through the salon windows. Is that a skull? I mean on your big toe. Can I see your toe? Would you show my daughter your toe? she repeats to the girl applying peachy-orange polish on her child’s. That is cool! O my god. That is so cool. Would you like one? You can have one. I mean I’m just saying you can if you want. It’s up to you. Oneself as a child with those who frequent the salon being absorbed. Sun drains from the sky into the salon’s flattening skylight. People are not visible, barricaded off, so that she can be arriving there, slowly behind her mother. Her agency cut off. Her mother’s agency also cut off. 29 �A man alone gazes at sky. He is writing. Light pours through the window. Before dawn a man stands at his stove silently filling a thermos. Watching sky someone thinks of him writing. So that the day is expunged with the exception of his writing. A man writes looking at sky. The day is cold in mind of person imagining him writing. The gray lug of sky only appears interiorly. 30 �Things ahead of one occurring. A dog seen from its side is not the dog’s profile but ‘as if ’ cut out from its side. The dog is itself, not overlaid on its side. Seeing the dream’s sound, being boisterous automaton of dog overlaid on its side. Hearing-behind-hearing is simultaneous occurrence of before and after hearing how hearing exists cut out from its own side. 31 �The rose is from a former dream. It could be blue. Many windows open, exposed to the sun’s heat. I dreamed the dream before dreaming it, standing in sun imagining the rose alive. Imagining oneself abandoned in the sense of alone on a street with or without flowers. Its beauty outside the purview of one. 32 �The wing of her foot in dream of blue-lit space where a peacock squanders herself. A nest of small birds also squander themselves. A child squatting before the nest stirs the nest with a stick. It comes to one there, the sequence of who she is. If eating there, being ahead of one’s thorough eating, her back to eating as in the dream before the tree. One’s dream is not later, e.g., tall wing of peacock squandering is whole (may not be crushed or heard outside itself later). 33 �One remains behind, which is a direction of force. Staying in ‘behind’ as if one were exterior to oneself, in a ‘hole’ of oneself. Being ‘there’—in the imprint of seized—the thought seized. The smell of cold as minutes pass. To sleep or to sleep back where is is in sleep or dreaming he is allowed to sleep. 34 �dead i In morning light reading. A woman sits informally, elbows on chair, in square of light from window to her left. Porosity of light holds resting in silent form. Day too is quiet like a river drifts, arcs over her hearing. A woman holds the color of herself, height of room and quiet, as if time and mind exist because their origins are fallow. 35 �A woman in light merges with light which is postureless. She is young inside her sitting spread in morning light. A woman in chair is necessarily alone. Shadows bend wood against its destination. Matter dissolves in undercurrent of herself drifting away from her harmless body. Is it flowers or my mind emptying of them, though they remain in sight? 36 �She may also be old. Her neck is old bent over a book. (Bathing cap and girl with octopus staring at sand, not moving.) So dying arises. A viewpoint uninscribed. A place utterly familiar dissolves inside you. Time dissolves, carved out of snow. Yellow is how, in the fury of night, while daylight on land is, like a woman in the morning. 37 �ii In darkness behind something, can of something. A building glows as if it were teeth. Naming the mother out. Naming her outside beauty. Like the stillness of a flavor, finding it in an old can. I wind myself around the can’s sweet edge. 38 �The synapse between light and light’s real life. I am real, she thinks. Like a gash in sky, a dune is not washed of lit dune night. From beyond light, the deep act of being in light. It rocks in a tree she fears may be stolen. 39 �So it’s singular light, its own knothole of light that slips through the flower’s markings. A color is heard. (Net of warmth, through the grass to the tree’s edge.) Wilderness accrues in great spots of white. The dog is my mother rotating on earth white-skinned. 40 �O she is dirty. Like the end of memory, some form on her body beyond her own grasp. A tourist at death impersonates someone trying to be her again and again. Another person keeps her. In latent light the rescinding memory of that boundary. Another person is a memory of sound retaining the physical latency of having once heard sound. 41 �iii A woman is bare in bare bowl of wind. Lips green, pain the shape of day. She divides pain into sections. A man waits for death watching birds’ concoctions from their throat. Fresh wind blows waking birds in net of family bowls. 42 �I draw wind in my mind. Your beard creates little steps for it to rest. Stepping over stones where rocking animals sleep. (She’d thought the leaf had them also.) A buzzard begins, swings its heavy, lazy body. It’s the leaf ’s death. Inside rocking’s skeleton. It is young-dead, waiting in the coverlet for birth to happen. 43 �A big bowl opens. A vulture easily in distant sky fills around my being. The placelessness of birth dawns in her mind. May you belong here. May you swing over from death’s outer edges. Crickets hearing death grow still. (And underneath, as if the chirps were water.) Like a fledgling’s open throat. A fledgling seeing a flower knows her throat after that day. 44 �iv A word touches you after me and before me. Something appears blue, scrapes the backbones of this color, wishing that I am a blue person in the supreme daylight of blue. The shadow of your word falls against my home. Who you are in the dream of my mother whose tongue has touched a lighted field. Rushing sky she will touch other animals who face downward. 45 �So I begin in words. Sitting down and emptying her, like a tourist latent in a guesthouse window. Will I recognize her face? (Because my mind preempts her face.) Once I forget. I race down the entire dream, imbricated, scales loosely dangling, like the mother-tongue of a stranger. Hearing forms a line (a column in the mountain whose groin is the mountain). 46 �My hearing is a sea of birds pressed inside their voices. My hearing is a world shed as a locale once qualified to constellate mind. Like a paper doll I lay flat. Her eyes follow my voice, seeing my hearing back to its loosened page. 47 �Who are you mother? Where, among myself, can you plan who I am? You are born inside my body, lusting after my thigh. A body parts from where it’s left off. An ace or queen, a paradigm which can be touchless. If you fake me, who will I be ? 48 �v If you appear my image of you shifts. (Not having readiness for a person shifts the mind in which the potential person exists.) Which shifts the language creating that person. I translate you to being in and out of your presence and the translation is like your presence within the boundary of a word. The thought of clean air is a foray toward a word, as if a word were a place for her to store herself. Inside the word’s claw. A woman shaves words picking up one at a time from a little bowl. 49 �The word’s ‘other side’ exists prior to the word. There is no hearing outside being hearing, thinking one’s sound is that. A word’s sound is separate from its wordness. The ‘action’ (karma) of a word’s sound being also separate. Reading sound, recognizing a notation as conveying one’s interior sound simultaneous to hearing in one where ‘one’ is the same. Outside one is also the same. There is no same outside time. A sound repeats but it is not the same (though its label is the same). Time doesn’t repeat. A person doesn’t repeat. A crow caws, which may be interior at the same time as hearing in one. 50 �Jays caw. Jays won’t eat plums though there are millions of fallow plums. A line spreads to the indefinite distance altering with every shift of light the millions of redwings on phone wires. Already her skin occurring in the phone wires, dark in dark night. The result? Sound hearing itself as sound or hearing itself as hearing with or without sound. 51 �A cello at dusk makes the blue sound of a river. A crow’s caw is itself throbbing. A woman bird struts across the green. A woman’s wooden bird is violet-colored (loud) in the smooth cream of a dream. Her craw is full (empty of sound) carried in her violet dress. She groks some sound strutting through leaves near the riverbed. In the pearls of her feathers is a head being her enjoyment. The young throb of her body is pure mahogany throb of young bird then (as if birds were, already occurring, in moment before now). Snow birds in exotic black flap then. Telling who telling who in mirrorlike shaft of moon. 52 �vi One fox in late light empties like sun. (White head in snow spilling herself into us.) Suddenly swirling so that snow scrapes snow, continuously, like a tuba. Fingering these years of snow, fragments of snow, suddenly (where I am). I wash myself in thin night land, like night on a pony, skin scratched of light. A glint of fog makes them be together in a pile. 53 �A pile of horses neighs, stops in weatherless hill, eye-whites in mud. Stepping backwards into water, nostrils bleached in odd pattern of children. One horse empties into red Mongolian arrows. Washing herself like a black bead. Washing themselves into white sand. A meadow is where their thin black shawls dissolve into water. Wild birds dissolve into scaffolding of water. 54 �Water glows flat. A brown girl enters a river in late light. Among her is a swamp. Now present in a dance as if she is waking (first) between herself. A girl enters her body first. Sisters occur. (I am borrowed together with my mother.) As if hearing the cry of her own future child imprinted in her femur. A fetus moves, birds, trees, former pets. 55 �Wool is made from parallel sheep in arbitrary cubicles in sky. He sings to them such that his voice is like a large mother’s palm. Here is a lamb from where it was once. (Because she saw him once. Sky on clean line of ceiling, rafters holding up ceiling.) Though her condition arises from touching, she cannot imagine herself as an object. He lays the bird aside so that his children may see it but not know it. 56 �vii A proprietor is thin. Her arms are shaped like paper. Which she folds like a doll’s paper. Drawers full of paper are of different weights and textures like a man she knows that reminds her of a city. He plays horn. The gold in her cloak becomes the color of his skin waiting. The time of his voice seems separate from the steady sotto voice that could be a doll’s voice. 57 �She takes place in his legs like the legs of her husband. (Legs fold in manner of his countrymen.) She thinks, Good. Now I can be like a line moving forward outside present time. The edge of her in her clothes is so thin it might break in her clothes. Not a fetish but still knowing that the fetus is buried. 58 �A child breaks up. Is intensity not-yet-worked. (Repeatedly becoming an object of formed or shaped intensity.) A brass’s ethos retains. It places anywhere in a formerly-worked object. Hearing the stark name of a previous person. One may write the person. Entering memory (an object in her mouth), ladling it up, placing it slowly where it belongs. 59 �Your willowness enters song. You delicately twist your hair to a feeling that’s like a country. The pain of sight together, now in a specific setting, where a person’s capacity for song (metonymy) fits tight. A dog gobbles flowers. Space retains his passing. A child waits, like weeds wait for flowers, retaining the passing of former names. 60 �the palliative of mind i A rock drinks an animal’s life, easing it into the mountain. If a sentence goes on, it’s her mind stringing pieces of her eyes. Seeing the movement before the animal and hunt and hunt, as if its skin were alive. Before the air, that was the air of the people, lilies were private flowers, she was thinking. (A flower’s skin may be public skin yet lay beneath private air.) An eagle turns, repairing air, like a squirrel turns to face a flower, as if some band affixed him to the flower and he is sure it is that flower. 61 �The gallop of a squirrel is mixed with air, carved air, yellow like cowslips. Throwing itself after air (but the cool flank of air). I know air already, you murmur. The way light hits a flower or stone at dawn. Night behind night, blood in sunlight rising. An animal, young in sky, washes back from sky. So I memorize sky, at the same time think of sky. 62 �Wind becomes sky, light through distant tree trunks if sky were there, or, light with trees with no sky allowed. A bird hops on grass, weathering the grass, leaving little igloos of white. Lines of a bird grow down the bird. Will grass survive its wing’s blue tip? An old jay caws but its caw lacks the shrill, coarse modulations of a jay’s caw. 63 �A bird in flight brushes a flower’s head. Waiting rests as day passes in the flower’s knowledge. How the day as it rests admits further day. Like a flower is alive and its secondary life, encapsulated off, will not be allowed to overflow into it. When the day ceases to be day because, you say, it’s fixed, I know this. A quip of birds from the far river rise. A hill slides into the valley’s dark night while someone reads pressing himself open. 64 �ii A gull circles a wedge of water, marking the water with her eye. The memory of her skin is limitless, like the memory of her cry, before a kill or later for the sake of others. Wind, too, gains qualities by its forcefulness with things, its hand, say (a piece of sun cut off). A crack in light, like a painting of light. The palette of wind is gold, she mutters, the boundary of a man playing chess in light being the dead person. 65 �A flower emits voices behind falling sun. A flower is soft and the pain of soft reminds her of a sea of heads. As if her life dreams its own violence. If a bird disappears, she may have asked for this to happen. She begins to think that mountains wash out mountains. That the sea of heads form a land on which to walk, which she calls the isthmus of larks. 66 �So a bird flies flat and what is it about its sleek blue mind. Is a bird a bird or quality of place dawned by the bird? you mutter. You look at a chirp, though it could be surreal. A tree comes just at the point of sky. Phenomenology of the tree rides not so much on the stature of the tree but like the tap of a cane, where it goes after it is hidden. 67 �A sycamore branch in late light sheds, as if sun splashes scattered shards of larks through needles of light-fall. Time is little drops like from a spout drip-dropping the bough. Its stem is underground, someone says, and I have a memory of a double stream flowing deep beneath the earth. You tap on the stream to awaken the stream so that the leaves stop shaking their light out of it. 68 ��The Tethering of Mind to Its Five Permanent Qualities is set in Minion, a typeface designed by Robert Slimbach in the spirit of the humanist typefaces of fifteenth-century Venice. Minion was originally issued in digital form by Adobe Systems in 1989. In 1991, Slimbach received the Charles Peignot Award from the Association Typographique Internationale for excellence in type design. ��� Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. 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LIB-PC011 Language A language of the resource eng Creator An entity primarily responsible for making the resource Sher, Gail, 1942-2026 poetry publications SherPublications https://digital.lib.buffalo.edu/files/original/ba0e852b0efa448df982f134044d11dc.pdf 6a40254d7640e8520ce0680213a1a2bf PDF Text Text The Twelve Nidānas �also by gail sher Prose Writing the Fire: Yoga and the Art of Making Your Words Come Alive • 2006 The Intuitive Writer: Listening to Your Own Voice • 2002 One Continuous Mistake: Four Noble Truths for Writers • 1999 From a Baker’s Kitchen • 1984/2004 poetry Figures in Blue • 2012 The Bardo Books • 2011 White Bird • 2010 Mother’s Warm Breath • 2010 The Tethering of Mind to Its Five Permanent Qualities • 2009 though actually it is the same earth • 2008 The Haiku Masters: Four Poetic Diaries • 2008 Who: A Licchavi • 2007 Calliope • 2007 old dri’s lament • 2007 The Copper Pheasant Ceases Its Call • 2007 East Wind Melts the Ice • 2007 Watching Slow Flowers • 2006 DOHA • 2005 RAGA • 2004 Once There Was Grass • 2004 redwind daylong daylong • 2004 Birds of Celtic Twilight: A Novel in Verse • 2004 Look at That Dog All Dressed Out in Plum Blossoms • 2002 Moon of the Swaying Buds • 2001 Lines: The Life of a Laysan Albatross • 2000 Fifty Jigsawed Bones • 1999 Saffron Wings • 1998 One bug . . . one mouth . . . snap! • 1997 Marginalia • 1997 La • 1996 Like a Crane at Night • 1996 Kuklos • 1995 Cops • 1988 Broke Aide • 1985 Rouge to Beak Having Me • 1983 (As) on things which (headpiece) touches the Moslem • 1982 From Another Point of View the Woman Seems to be Resting • 1981 �The Twelve Nidānas Gail Sher night crane press 2012 �Copyright 2012, Gail Sher All rights reserved. Night Crane Press 1500 Park Avenue, Suite 435 Emeryville, California 94608 No part of this publication may be reproduced or transmitted in any form without permission in writing from the copyright owner and publisher. isbn: 978-0-9858843-1-4 �For Brendan �note Nidāna (Pali/Sanskrit): “cause, foundation, source, origin.” The twelve nidānas are an application of the Buddhist concept of dependent origination. They identify the origin of suffering to be ignorance. �I A man’s hand in the midst of him, a simple expression of earth, the junction of red earth in lieu of something indeterminable in the person. The anthem of his hand, the flesh of his dark hand, as in the blood of someone you know. The attention of a leaf presses itself outwards. How many lights pierce through the clouds achieving themselves in its bit of space. A tattoo of leaves touches his head lightly, like an angel’s hand anointing his crown, passing on the light of him. 1 �A man may be carrying the images of an angel’s body, the division of light being the tilt of an angel’s body. He is wanting the complete light, the sense of arising trapped in the angel’s body. A concentration toward okay between what is presented to one, some subtlety coming to one. Like an absence that one carries, light vanishes light, innocuous space beyond what one recalls. 2 �The shadows of two people make a darkness in a field indistinguishable from the two people. As how a silhouette of space, imaging the angel’s dark form, as if his hand in pledge behind the eyesocket were internalized. His image of him, whether his angel is dark, a dark dark angel as a transparency on his desire. A filigree of space tips alluringly upwards as if it were imaging his own guts and belly. 3 �Maybe he were a queen then. Maybe so many queens in a reality that is fed queens. The city is an outbreath, a dark fabric of sky, as if sky were the angel’s eyes. A cat gets up, walks slowly over to sky, intuiting a sky that simply dissolves into a cat’s body. In the congregate of moving, dawn dissolves to sky, what holds between his feeling and a cityscape of sky. 4 �II The sky bleeds dark and lucent from its writing. A calf is clearly struggling. The absorption of a star, a linguistic signal, allows the sky to dangle there. Elements are like memory and function as a support. Earth is easy, though it moves to the ground and vanishes. Her mind pours light on a stalk-still bird and it stays still, then moves to the ground and vanishes. 5 �Something in the calf holds hostage as a fight, like war in its family that has descended in its body. She sees calf, the procession of a body. It is a baby engrossed in a footprint so its head is down. Leaving one guessing. Is this real? Is this a fact? Repetition is and is part of the calf. (I am feeling its feeling deep in my armpit.) Repetitive, not an irreducible spacing, is easily closed off, like dreaming or forgetting that in fact you are a calf. 6 �If she promises to be her eyes, the extension into space, not the calf but the contiguous motion of its body. Because the partial mind of seeing (the invisibleinclusive eye) binds what’s unavailable to what you see. Touch without touch, action without action. a feather-light eye touches the world back, like her death or above zero (if she were a lamb climbing out of her eyes). I seal space, closing my eyes lightly, touching things lightly, because my eyes touch and are touched and this has become onerous. 7 �What if seeing and touching were not simultaneous, that having seen, the product of your seeing does not come back to you? If time boycotts time and falls to clear seeing, its ersatz life exposed? Pairs of eyes peer through the dark, not seeing something but just the consciousness, knowing knowing seeing. Like you could skip seeing and just be seeing because the past of an eye comes from everywhere. 8 �III I walk through trees, a series of squat willows, and see the space between the willows as time. Because it’s not the space, it’s the emptiness of mind (whose energy is grounded to its darkest possible color). Taking birth beneath a tree, I want to feel my longing for the tree, my deep thought of you in its disentangled precision of stillness. One bends, taking its time, a full earth of time. How do I wander into its leaf? 9 �Merely touching earth, gently touching the awareness of earth, like the beginning of day in earth. Leaves stretch to sun, the full breath of sun, but I am left gasping. My reference point is fading. The underleaf is blank. But blank itself catches me in a kind of double-take. A gap exists but she refuses to see it, which is a third sort of fuging, like the darkly yellow on the leaf ’s bottom. 10 �That yellow cala lily, earth and earth-consecutivewith-darkness, a coincidence of blood and dark and color, such a yellow, heavy and unknown. Indexed to light, this card of light folds around the sleeve of your body. We take shelter in abyss, which looks like a color, magenta calligraphed in a cala lily’s cup, deep in the cup, its fire. Color filters light is not the net color that the cala lily tells by way of its earth sign. 11 �IV Night is her skin, its pleats the quiet fold of her. Background and foreground are the memory of a skin wearing dynasties of her. A bird touches night and her skin moves as if it were tied to this. As if a mass accumulates in a narrative of space. Now preserves as a robin opening out of its capacity in me. I want to pet it. I want to cry. The intimacy of a word before it is a word, so that it’s now, in the interval, wears its own full body. 12 �How many tiers live in a word and the hues of the tiers in the space of the word’s awareness. I, the word, in the space of my form, imaging my form, like a lion in its death throes. I swallow you and emergence in a word. (The word’s shape is how death looks like this image.) A cold press of wind through a word’s tired body could be hell or a word separate from its word. 13 �To feel into a word, which may be neutral, but may be like an animal who gets the word, as if the word were a lesion in its body. The lesion could be freedom because a word has no location, like a break in the hills. (Mostly our words are skeletons of themselves.) One senses the transparent quality of its body, an unchangeable power that runs alongside its body. I am a word. I am the ultimate fearless word, beauty or sky so that there is nothing in the way. 14 �A word lands on her cheeks. Unspeakable is the word. Unspeakable is the crutch, the cane of the word, the transparency of the word that relates to her as a body. As how several letters cast a sense of time, like a painting casts depth, which is the image of death in a room. Then the dream of the word amalgamates. First there’s sky, then the full comportment of a body. Sky-swaddled words catch the light of death. I want to believe each word, like pray to the word, because you want to believe in its denial, forgiveness, everything. 15 �A word lay in snow. If you lift the snow and suspend your idea of the possible, it’s like space linking space to all constellations of that word. The sheer resplendence of a word, as how the daughter of a word, a whole lineage pouring out from its god-father. A child picks up a word. It’s the enjoyment of the word, the shape of all commodious expressions that the mind living in that word carries. In a tapestry of texts, I am in the moment of one, as if I had gone to sleep. 16 �V I juxtapose pink with weather, seeing color emerge from shape. Pink constellates to a pig’s body. Pink’s trajectory, inclusive of pig, breeds pink into a legacy, but the real pink transmits its pinkness to the pig. The pig looks pink because it’s lost track of the possibility of being made vivid. (A rose is a rose is a rose brilliantly demonstrates the part of a rose that’s impossible.) It burns a background to itself. A tenderness comes out. That’s the leap, the already-known, like a rose seed. 17 �Yes is a style. I grow an extra bone. Here is my bone, which makes me happy. Its yes is and always has existed. But if I misuse it, if now, seeing my bone, I make use of it in a negative sense, which is vivid, even shocking because I carry my own style in them. You are involved with a style of being, relating your experience with a perception of your experience, e.g., crazy-shell pink, but pink reduces itself to nothing. 18 �I am a limb braced on a trapeze, but I am an ostrich dreaming with my eyes shut. If the pink is “swimmy” (it almost makes me cry—I could dwell on something that could happen). The forefather of a dream may be jealous and hoard the dream. (I am again that bird, rosy plumage taut, ribs holding my scrawny body, which is an extremely crowded situation.) What swims around the dream comes back. Me and my projections are put into a bag and I push as hard as I can. 19 �I am trying to fit into one particular bag, which becomes my limbs, a confabulation of infinity. Essence doesn’t flee. Essence stays with being. Time puffs itself into a thing, like saturation, which can resemble a pink color. As how the consumption of time will alleviate time’s stoppage to the degree that the person feels time’s stoppage. How is style, toggling illusory and dream, instead of coming across the material of a dream, offering it space because terror needs space. 20 �VI A teller’s face recedes. Silver bars entrap his shoulder, tie and shirt collar. If you search for his face, but it’s the no-search that finds his face. How much does it cost to find his face? (Now I am a slim finder of his face.) He passes me money. His hand does not touch the bills that I receive because relinquishing receiving, I just take the money. The transaction questions presence. If I arrive on both sides of receiving, everything disappears. 21 �One face of no face moving casually like a normal face. (Though the man is naked, his face seems even more naked.) Because energy needs a context of definite, specific events. If you are handless, there is still the environment of hands, like a throat of hands about to swallow your body. His shirtsleeve is hiked exposing a man’s wrist, vulnerable, droopy, as if the man’s energy floods into his hand, skipping the wrist, which could be the wrist of a different man. The flesh is white. Cold light yields a sting of hours, time defined, no long upright. 22 �The essence of its white is like a king wearing a hand. (That the king is wearing a hand depends on the viewpoint of the person.) A symbol of white spreads across the palm, a legacy of wind, like air that is yours. Something begins, is loosely held in one’s body, casting a sense of depth (as if its symbol is one’s body). A glove on my cupped hand cradles my lung, anchoring to the extreme, up and up to the hand that is so extreme. 23 �It’s how image and matter falter. Mother and child meet but the mother’s mind does not meet. You can see this in her hand, ring finger lax, then the laxing itself takes on existence. First sky, the fatty mound of a thumb, then figures topped by shapes inferred to have existence because sky undeniably has existence. A person’s hand is how sky looks like this body, which is so sad but is not her hand. 24 �VII A woman’s mind is young. It kneels like a child at bedtime. At the breathline of her wash she makes a path. As if a host is sketching the scene in white, the choicelessness of white, which is why it is so alive. One two three childs-of-her-skin hang from the edges, yes, and in them is the color yes. In her skin there is washing and the taste of white as in the climax of living now. 25 �About the logic of white, as soon as you say white, whose living experience can only come from space, she adds passively. The painter paints white as a form of disappearance sourced from the white that is her. So that nothing is derived, like the five kinds of eyes or a woman’s clothes that can only be cleaned by fire. The washerwoman looks down. Down is a color as she sits with her body because how many of us sit, actually sit down in our own body. 26 �Someone leaves. A panel of white looks like a cap and she is confused. It could be a bird with a beach plastered on it, the only spot the deepest bottom of her pupil. If I throw whiteness on the bird, like a piece of paper can be a bird. I touch white out but its geometry blurs, without guile (in its own nature) between what is so fervent. 27 �VIII I wake before dawn and feel the emptiness of blue in my body. The country smells blue and little sprouts push from the earth. Blue light through hills absorbs into space, dismantling wind, coloring distant swallows. Blue may be light but boiled down to the earth of light so that even its image rides on a tiger. 28 �The quivering of earth vanishes with night. Blue is a response in its flimsy filmy costume. Such sweet blue, the nalo of blueness, I mimic. As if a cloud, like Dombipa, in a practicum of itself, throws the skull of itself to the place of its future self. The ground where it lands becomes frozen in the wake of how much blue is possible. A lizard-imitating-a-stone, a flower in natural connate sky, as if blue, sprung with the blue of sky, confabulates through beings to the absolute blue of sky. 29 �As if sound were blue and what sound touches also (inevitably) releases the sound of blue’s body. I live in this ground, a person says, who keeps the mountain close. Release is not into. His body along with a dimple in the meadow, in plentitude of them and what follows from blue’s generosity. I hear its song in the flakes falling downward but its echo is up and the time of the song even higher up. 30 �The sound of a mountain is soft, like a flock gathering inward. (The continual motion of the flock even down to its belly.) Each relaxed posture would be all the positive postures that the flock would be able to express. Sun kneads light into a sound of relating to light, tonsure-snow in sky as it washes over the vastness. I feel susceptible to snow as if I am snow, sun rising over snow, refusing to go to sleep now. 31 �IX A man has himself crafted in day, as if his monasticism lay into precise day. He stumbles upon himself, sniff sniff in day, which is not particularly intelligent, but which is following his body’s refusal. I won’t be day, he says. No! for him is moving ahead, as if a man is sculpted to the precise mind of who he will turn out to be. As if his man precedes his infant and the sound of that cry is so very stunning. 32 �The man in the shape of a bird, his perch against sky, is a large space inside me. Like a bean grows and there is sky (the imprimatur of sky) leaving only the action. If he weren’t sky, ’cause the elements are really deities, if he weren’t a rim of sky hungering for a space to be. Seeing beyond the man, flashing back but still beyond the man, seeing a bird whose profile appears to be part of the sky. 33 �When a man is a bird, the left of him shutters and he hides a little. Then the conviction of no, its dead-on precision of place. No is accurate, its discipline is accurate, the precision of reverent so solid and solemn. No-sky shatters the upaya of mortality, what forms in one’s mind, like lace on a tree. Will the man topple? He hovers on a ledge. A thick sinuous rope hugs the caliber of who he will be there. 34 �X Devotees mingle among bolts and bolts of fabric as if in this course they are studying water as all elements, but not sex. Ears are exclusive of sex. She lays in a room worrying if her water is enough. Exclusive looks like branches of a tree. She becomes the fabric wildly and coils and how many bolts will fill the bottom of her underworld. Joy abides in the flooding of the fields, in the bones of her voice (having metabolized her voice). 35 �The person says no, he doesn’t want sex with her, which she feels in her ears, water on people’s doorsteps. Seeing the water hearing, as if that’s the that of the first stage. A ritual vase holds the cup of your essential water, which is your dead poured slowly but sounding like a roar because you’re dead. As if one’s mind, replete with death’s form, like when can an animal convene if everything violet embodies a just-broken crucifix. 36 �A consort of energy maps intelligence onto place, like death is a place and she dances on the place. The place is dead yet searches in itself for a feeling. Dancing on a corpse, holding the mace of a baby’s body (what prevails between dead and the clean air of its body). Jumpstarting dead, regarding oneself as dead. Watching myself leap right into her. 37 �XI A carousel of birds raises a curtain with its beak and I pop out. (It’s a charm on my mother’s charm bracelet.) Rhinestones on her sweater are flecks of light shaped like birds whose fingers touch the bottom of the sea. An imprint of the bird remains in the sea. All animals and beings are the size of the sea, she is telling me. Lightly, lightly, like froth on sea, we lay our footprints out over the land. 38 �As if a bird becomes a bird first inside its own belly. The ease of its float, so hospitable and safe. Such nakedness stalks the nothingness of space. The flight exists and then the bird. First, if he is perched, as if a wrong thing will be completed in him. (The grip is what’s completed, that it has already happened.) Like the gait of a bird whose shape scatters. I see the songs instead of hearing them suddenly. One sings. One sings. Thus he is above himself, explicating what may slip away. 39 �The logic of a bird is the same as winter sky. Look straight into its eyes and it becomes invisible. What’s this math that makes a double bird but the bird is there anyway pecking at the icicles. I live in a cave and you can’t inherit it. Birds make my cave legible. Its snow runs wild (which is how the bird can remain quite healthy). 40 �Were it a bird or cloud in the shape of a bird, a place in sky repelling its illusion in space. Were I snow falling on birds’ wings, am I in its song, esoteric. Aloneness is there despite the bird trembling. You can feel it in its space, what he cannot sing to you. The bird and I are brothers. Our song is the same. Throw a spearhead and it’s the same. It will always become a flower. 41 �XII A tendency to real occurrence turns into space. A person is space. He is white, having been consumed by fire ravenously. His eyes lay on his face, like the words of his face (what would be taken from me manually in abutment to my suicide). The awareness is itself but also the source. Its seriality in space follows death along the trail of its body. That space between I and willing to die, that streak of I, like the nature of the real person habituated to I, but not definite, slightly fishy. 42 �If she thinks about the man or remembers thinking him into experience, a shift occurs, invisible yet definitive, who she is, which is so real. Because his skin is night now. A skin of wanting peering at a body, a locale. He separates from time as his swishy body folds, not physically (he is still groping) but the grope looks like a river. He gropes like a person in the slow motion of a dream, more and more till it is no longer slow, but some preternatural sub-slow, a mirror image of slow’s interior. 43 �The man’s death appears violent because the man himself is violent, but it is just death. Being a natural pause between death and its appearance. I no longer wish for omission, a map of space swallowed by some organic, mechanical process. 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LIB-PC011 Language A language of the resource eng Creator An entity primarily responsible for making the resource Sher, Gail, 1942-2026 poetry publications SherPublications https://digital.lib.buffalo.edu/files/original/20a3f923e7400c509544c892d16cb125.pdf 0c2be013c76f433e414f48b8a4c617d9 PDF Text Text Watching Slow Flowers WatchingSlow_text.indd 1 8/28/08 5:14:16 PM �also by gail sher Prose Writing the Fire: Yoga and the Art of Making Your Words Come Alive • 2006 The Intuitive Writer: Listening to Your Own Voice • 2002 One Continuous Mistake: Four Noble Truths for Writers • 1999 From a Baker’s Kitchen • 1984/2004 Poetry DOHA • 2005 RAGA • 2004 Once There Was Grass • 2004 redwind daylong daylong • 2004 Birds of Celtic Twilight: A Novel in Verse • 2004 Look at That Dog All Dressed Out in Plum Blossoms • 2002 Moon of the Swaying Buds • 2002 Lines: The Life of a Laysan Albatross • 2000 Fifty Jigsawed Bones • 1999 Saffron Wings • 1998 One bug . . . one mouth . . . snap! • 1997 Marginalia • 1997 La • 1997 Like a Crane at Night • 1996 Kuklos • 1995 Cops • 1988 Broke Aide • 1985 Rouge to Beak Having Me • 1983 (As) on things which (headpiece) touches the Moslem • 1982 From Another Point of View the Woman Seems to be Resting • 1981 WatchingSlow_text.indd 2 8/28/08 5:14:16 PM �Watching Slow Flowers Gail Sher Q night crane press 2006 WatchingSlow_text.indd 3 8/28/08 5:14:17 PM �Copyright 2006, Gail Sher All rights reserved. Night Crane Press 1500 Park Avenue, Suite 435 Emeryville, California 94608 No part of this publication my be reproduced or transmitted in any form or by any means electronic or mechanical, including photocopy, recording, or any information storage and retrieval system, without permission in writing from the copyright owner and the publisher. isbn: 978–0–9726115–7–2 WatchingSlow_text.indd 4 8/28/08 5:14:17 PM �For Brendan WatchingSlow_text.indd 5 8/28/08 5:14:17 PM �WatchingSlow_text.indd 6 8/28/08 5:14:17 PM �watching slow flowers WatchingSlow_text.indd 1 8/28/08 5:14:17 PM �WatchingSlow_text.indd 2 8/28/08 5:14:17 PM �1 My pointy feet, my sweaty fists, my quirky nose, higher than a mountain. Regarding the precepts, I behave like some kind of trained animal. Now, even though I wear Shakyamuni’s robe, everyone laughs and calls me old rice bag. So be it! Grass-being and form-being both reside in the jeweled palace. � WatchingSlow_text.indd 3 8/28/08 5:14:17 PM �2 “Were his crows faithful?” I ask this, hearing one caw. Its voice is young, high-pitched, naïve. Leaning on my oar, coracle adrift, I doze as villagers chew rice. One thin crane slurps a bit of water. � WatchingSlow_text.indd 4 8/28/08 5:14:17 PM �3 The smell of dawn pulls me toward its shadow. Yesterday’s flower, missing two petals I see. A flower falls from the wheel of life, Mahakala, from the ocean of purity. Yet the blue-black sky, electric (shocking), roars at the cliff ’s edge. � WatchingSlow_text.indd 5 8/28/08 5:14:17 PM �4 Rain carves a path where cicadas have yet to keen. Lunar light seeps through stone. The creek is packed with birds. They’re lined along the bank. Even now the branches and peaks of Phula Hari tilt toward the north. � WatchingSlow_text.indd 6 8/28/08 5:14:17 PM �5 On serried steppes, trees arch awkwardly. Too many springs of salt-sea wind. Or so people say. I myself, a crotchety old man, find comfort in their crookedness. In melon dawn they flower. Their sweetness freshens the altar. � WatchingSlow_text.indd 7 8/28/08 5:14:17 PM �6 One lily by my gate, through the frost, upright. From my door, limpid valley sounds. Pine tree paths, washed out by rain, riddled with mud and decay, make me mindful as I gingerly, step by step (do I?) avoid its worms. � WatchingSlow_text.indd 8 8/28/08 5:14:17 PM �7 I stand on a knoll, the sky just now cyan-colored. “Was it lethargy in a previous life . . . “but my thoughts peter out. New springs, softly softly, are you sprouting in the willows? One scraggly branch carves in my mind a very deep impression. � WatchingSlow_text.indd 9 8/28/08 5:14:17 PM �8 Wild geese in wild grass swarm the day’s near end. Waddling, chewing, flocking, long green necks of light. Fish nibble shadows. A few grouse rustle brush. At dusk, they simply enter the earth naturally. 10 WatchingSlow_text.indd 10 8/28/08 5:14:17 PM �9 A common day. My hill supine and blue At a pheasant’s cry, old memories arise. Plum trees drop fruit. Sweet juice down my chin as I kneel, gazing at the nubile dirt. Their plot of earth, like a waiting boat. 11 WatchingSlow_text.indd 11 8/28/08 5:14:17 PM �10 Sparrows under fen, flit flit. Dark dawn becomes a sound. A circle moon, a solitary star, linger still from last night’s sky. In their mouths, deer carry flowers. 12 WatchingSlow_text.indd 12 8/28/08 5:14:17 PM �11 Layers of dawn peel from the hill. White clouds return, illuminating herbs that flourish year after year. Pine winds no longer stir the mud, sodden, creviced, bare. Yet they break the current’s route, slowing the fishes. 13 WatchingSlow_text.indd 13 8/28/08 5:14:17 PM �12 “Is that rain?” The daisies look cold. Sun (dawn’s peak) crawls across the hill. Flaccid petals greet the sky (though the day is not pretty). “They’re babies!” I exclaim, suddenly surprised that flowers have babies. 14 WatchingSlow_text.indd 14 8/28/08 5:14:18 PM �13 Fine spring rains! I try moving my candle. From a stand of elm, wild turkeys (like wind-tossed leaves). Hoping to draw fresh water, I climb the blue-green slopes. Tides rise, level with the bank, as sun and fishing boats gather. 15 WatchingSlow_text.indd 15 8/28/08 5:14:18 PM �14 Clear light. The daisy hill awake. “Hello hill.” (I’m thinking it’s my lama.) Sparrows chortle. Crows caw. A warbler sings through fragrant fir. I close my eyes. Their piercing notes glide in. 16 WatchingSlow_text.indd 16 8/28/08 5:14:18 PM �15 Today is glorious! The sky clear. Tara land. (Cupped land.) Weeds rear their cocky necks. At the southern porch, with sunlight on my back, like some crazy flower I nod. “May the thunder of the tantras shake earth and sky and trees,” I mumble (a bit delirious). 17 WatchingSlow_text.indd 17 8/28/08 5:14:18 PM �16 By the water’s mouth I wander. Shadows sink in far-off mist, spread their ocean net. A thin drizzle appears, disappears. As it passes it turns gray. My eye falls on an orchid, blowing in a breeze along the swaggering bank. 18 WatchingSlow_text.indd 18 8/28/08 5:14:18 PM �17 I walk to a place where flowers are effulgent. “When the Buddha tosses his toothbrush to the earth, it instantly becomes a wish-fulfilling tree,” I read. To the west graze numerous gentle animals. A tip of rye sings to itself. 19 WatchingSlow_text.indd 19 8/28/08 5:14:18 PM �18 At dusk I climb the greening steppes, the road in settling mist. Crossing a bridge, its webs a whirl of drift. Birds birds birds, their hour of grass (of wallowing). Truculent (dancey) in a hollow by the river. 20 WatchingSlow_text.indd 20 8/28/08 5:14:18 PM �19 Gently honking, the wandering geese. Beaks to grass, a pack of them at day’s end. The lapels of my robe flutter as I, slowly, reluctantly, turn home. When spring winds wake, the dead tree roars. 21 WatchingSlow_text.indd 21 8/28/08 5:14:18 PM �20 To all my mothers and all my fathers whose treehouse rooms will last unto antiquity. The tales of your deeds place a person on the Path. In beds of bog, ganders scavenge for grubs. Above, ’neath a strange moon, flaming clouds spasm. 22 WatchingSlow_text.indd 22 8/28/08 5:14:18 PM �21 Windblown rain darkens dusk. Tills its edges, smudged by dew left behind to melt. Green mountain, warbling finch, mind too clarified for sleep. “I’ll wait for dawn,” I think as I kneel, scrubbing my feet on the stream’s icy rocks. 23 WatchingSlow_text.indd 23 8/28/08 5:14:18 PM �22 With the long rains I stay home. My window-shade flaps softly. I put on my clogs, go out to check the radishes. “Hey Molly!” a woman shouts (somehow damaging the auspicious circumstance). 24 WatchingSlow_text.indd 24 8/28/08 5:14:18 PM �23 “Handsome day!” The lady wears socks. She pauses, pulls something from her cart, then continues pushing. “I know her,” I think. I struggle in my mind to place her coltish gestures. “Can I buy that doll?” (Her child points to a gorilla.) Its eyes are soft. 25 WatchingSlow_text.indd 25 8/28/08 5:14:18 PM �24 It’s spring! Wildflowers purple, violet, blue. Through the canyon’s clouds, a flock of blackbirds wash. Though listening, I look away. My lama is near and I am aroused. Bracelets and rings wrap his forearms and fingers. 26 WatchingSlow_text.indd 26 8/28/08 5:14:18 PM �25 Sweet One, are you calling? Frogs sound from deep within the fall. Alone I walk the creek, watch clusters of clouds gather. Pillows for the wings of birds? 27 WatchingSlow_text.indd 27 8/28/08 5:14:18 PM �26 Sea-blue like a witch stirs the bubbling cauldron. Imprints from my feet, swept clean by the tide, starfish, shells, sea-grapes, crabs, cover of the hardpacked sand. Wandering here and there, I gaily pass the time. Wild animals amble, utterly at ease, singing, dancing, carousing, while I sleep in the tufted grass. 28 WatchingSlow_text.indd 28 8/28/08 5:14:18 PM �27 “The gist of blue. Is that the Pure Land of Ogmin?” Black of night, pink of day—blue makes them possible. I WANT blue (crave it) imbibe it with water, though I’m not really thirsty. Drinking blue I become myself. 29 WatchingSlow_text.indd 29 8/28/08 5:14:18 PM �28 Dark sun shortly to be replaced by moon. “Later I’ll rest in a meadow full of flowers,” I think. This old body, once immune to wind and cold, looks forward to the comforts of day’s end. “Have you come from Tashi Lhunpo to take me home?” I ask a group of monkeys. 30 WatchingSlow_text.indd 30 8/28/08 5:14:19 PM �29 My hoya’s limbs like an arrow pierce the dark. Straight to the sky—the hawk ne’er makes a steadier path. A windbell chimes, ting-ting, ting-ting, casting emptiness to the hills. My mind snaps it up. 31 WatchingSlow_text.indd 31 8/28/08 5:14:19 PM �30 Clouds gather. The Dharma Hall is wet. One sprig flutters despite a lack of breeze. In the mountain’s dawning mist, I flip impatiently through a text. Every day it’s the same. 32 WatchingSlow_text.indd 32 8/28/08 5:14:19 PM �31 Moss darkens as it rains. Trees drip on slippery, turquoise rocks. Naked in the stream, I wade out past the reeds. Later I walk the hill. A circle of mares rests calmly in the grass while a strong brown beauty swathes their flanks with cool, clear water. 33 WatchingSlow_text.indd 33 8/28/08 5:14:19 PM �32 The gate shuts. Click! Hallowed aloneness, sanctioned by dazzling stars. I sit by my window, loath to move . . . to breathe even . . . lest the pleasure distill. Tonight I will not read. 34 WatchingSlow_text.indd 34 8/28/08 5:14:19 PM �33 “Look! The sun! It hits a white camellia.” Cook-smoke glazes early morning light. A gentle breeze stirs. A ferry departs. Strange birds call as I walk north. 35 WatchingSlow_text.indd 35 8/28/08 5:14:19 PM �34 In and out, the scalloped pools, a light breeze leaves scattered petals. Their pink, rose, yellow, brighten the mountain wood. “Look at the sky!” someone says pointing to its eastern corridor. “I am a tuna. Devolved from the three fields. Now, near death, my dry fins flail.” (My thoughts become nonsensical.) 36 WatchingSlow_text.indd 36 8/28/08 5:14:19 PM �35 Sitting on a hill I watch the embers fade. (Stumps that remain, mere charcoal silhouettes.) A creek gurgles loudly. As it carries off ash, I find its chatter soothing. A crow flits about before drifting through debris. Its reddish tail disappears leaving the landscape unchanged. 37 WatchingSlow_text.indd 37 8/28/08 5:14:19 PM �36 Vast time descends across the ridge. Vast wind, the plateau covered with cinder. Tiny birds drift in and out. Their drab feathers fade in the chilly air. Neither swishing willows nor sparkling streams dash through fields of mustard and peas, as they did in Tibet . . . or do. 38 WatchingSlow_text.indd 38 8/28/08 5:14:19 PM �37 Sing owl. With your hum sounds the Pure Lands. Sleep animals. The fat of the summer will hold you. I sit in cool shade. Admire their delicate fur. “Please take care of yourself,” I think. 39 WatchingSlow_text.indd 39 8/28/08 5:14:19 PM �38 Ten thousand gullies, invisible. A dark moon rises in seasonal white dew. Thunder, then wind, though the latter comforts with its fresh, eucalyptus fragrance. By a bog, swamped in ominous murmurings, I pass the smolderings of a farmer’s fire. 40 WatchingSlow_text.indd 40 8/28/08 5:14:19 PM �39 Home again, I wash my legs and hands. Chortling sparrows swarm the silver bush. Dusk creeps in. “Tomorrow I’ll mend my sandals,” I think, noticing my cloak streaked with mountain shadows. That a full view of sun is blocked by the hill makes its radiance even more marvelous. 41 WatchingSlow_text.indd 41 8/28/08 5:14:19 PM �40 Cutting my toenails by a sunny window—“Magic sun,” I think, “are you paying attention?” (My tomato vine dangles over parched scratched mud.) Like a passion-flower it blooms, providing lionthrones for kings. A swastika, some kusha grass, diamond and moon, for my dorje cushion. 42 WatchingSlow_text.indd 42 8/28/08 5:14:19 PM �41 Weeds clog the gate. Ground fills with trailing gourds. “I hate gourds,” their owner used to say, so villagers came to gather them. A girl from the bridge (her gaze is intent). Gritty sunglasses sag. One dove coos. Coo coo coo. Its imago in the deafening moon. 43 WatchingSlow_text.indd 43 8/28/08 5:14:19 PM �42 West of the bridge, east of the willows, heat, flies, what compels me to return? Late-summer night, its fathomless pink. “China is hot. You are old. In your own country the water agrees with you,” I muse. Teacher, protector, kind dharma lord, may your radiant qualities instill in me this lineage of the wordless. 44 WatchingSlow_text.indd 44 8/28/08 5:14:19 PM �43 A Brahmin girl, offering her needle to a bhikshu, transmutes into the noble Shariputra. A woman, giving a meal to a beggar, rebirths in a mansion enjoying delicious food. A pig who makes one circumambulation of a stupa (being chased by a dog) takes the form of household Palkye (who eventually attains the level of an arhat). Thus it is said, even small virtuous actions bring great merit. 45 WatchingSlow_text.indd 45 8/28/08 5:14:20 PM �44 Summer wanes. (Lightning-bugs, lightning-bugs.) Birds drift off and don’t return. Some may wonder that one so crooked and smelly is still alive. Yet within one’s skin are the Path and the fruits of the Path. 46 WatchingSlow_text.indd 46 8/28/08 5:14:20 PM �45 Tonight a mountain moon. Mindful voices of cicadas. Trees drip dew from soft afternoon rain. I sit by a grate listening to the chattering brook. Its banks are about to fold, which is of concern. 47 WatchingSlow_text.indd 47 8/28/08 5:14:20 PM �46 From beyond the tall willow, a firefly. Otherwise, only clouds move. I lie on the grass. “I’ll just watch for a while,” I think, as heat melts into quiet. “I am the wind. I stroke my little pets.” 48 WatchingSlow_text.indd 48 8/28/08 5:14:20 PM �47 A fragile being, tufted (hairy) in its confusion has brushed me, but sleep prevails and I forget. “Has he killed me before?” my stuporous mind mutters. Selfish night. You take what you want. You howl. (You’re rude.) Shatter everything in your path. This clock-bound life makes me sensitive. 49 WatchingSlow_text.indd 49 8/28/08 5:14:20 PM �48 Bullfrogs croak. Their throaty bass closes in. Leaves lift their palms in despair. Heat floods the berm kindled by inner glow. Smoothing my pillow, I sleep fitfully. 50 WatchingSlow_text.indd 50 8/28/08 5:14:20 PM �49 Clambering along the quiet canyon creek, morning ripe, choked with charcoal mist. Deer slumber. Birds stay put, though I sense their impatience. This old man moves slowly, the path clogged with scree, unwieldy beneath a waning moon. 51 WatchingSlow_text.indd 51 8/28/08 5:14:20 PM �50 Here in the mountain where sky is vast, morose clouds merge, rain about to burst. At the storm’s first sound, my body gets drenched in dew. Just then a needle falls. Crashes to the earth. “Li Po floatingly rode off on a crane,” I think, reminded of this suddenly. 52 WatchingSlow_text.indd 52 8/28/08 5:14:20 PM �51 That starving doe who roams the vale . . . On a distant peak, the mauve of daybreak clear. An old man pauses, then resumes slowly walking. “Tonight I will light a fire with the last summer wood,” I murmur. 53 WatchingSlow_text.indd 53 8/28/08 5:14:20 PM �52 “Wherefore in me is Chokhor Gyal’s mystery?” Vet of time, drop by drop. “I’ll rest here,” I think, spotting an old monk’s bench! From a bramble an oriole flutters. 54 WatchingSlow_text.indd 54 8/28/08 5:14:20 PM �53 Wind blows the wild grass low. “Mexican Hat” daisies—is that what the mendicant said? They are young (like a child) with thick, prominent necks. A flock of geese quickly turn to night, leaving no tracks. 55 WatchingSlow_text.indd 55 8/28/08 5:14:20 PM �54 I gaze at the water. Its rising peaks turn pink. Snow-leopards sprawl some rocky mule-shaped clouds. That monk—he’d stitched a fine swatch of silk to his tattered robe (someone had offered it to him) though the manager of a nearby monastery hated to see such good brocade go to waste—for some reason sticks in my mind. Though not yet ready to leave off musing, dusk falls, and I mount my old horse. 56 WatchingSlow_text.indd 56 8/28/08 5:14:20 PM �55 You wash before “sitting” in the empty bird’s-nest temple. I think to join you, but wait instead by the eastern gate. Robins chime (make a gnomic peace). A reddish tail disappears leaving the landscape unchanged. 57 WatchingSlow_text.indd 57 8/28/08 5:14:20 PM �56 The roar of the woods, which I hear from below. Old old old, its silence untouched. Where are the ducks? (Nectar filters through their webs.) Well, the sand still holds the storm. 58 WatchingSlow_text.indd 58 8/28/08 5:14:20 PM �57 The path, full of weeds, near the fence, a bloated squash. From over the river, the sound of logging dulls. Fringed water (its edges bird-filled). Fish scuttle under. As the setting sun drops behind the western cliff, I stop, rest a while, wash my feet. 59 WatchingSlow_text.indd 59 8/28/08 5:14:20 PM �58 Sparrows seem used, uninvented. Scaly mud, dull sky, colorless birds, remind me of my mind. To see the autumn leaves scatter in my home. (The longing they arouse as they lie on the wood turning red.) Is it of my body that they partake? 60 WatchingSlow_text.indd 60 8/28/08 5:14:21 PM �59 Windblown scruff down empty cloisters. Pinecones fall (tumble the decayed halls). Lesser snow in the hollow air drifts to the spot where the jade woman washes silk. Then it spreads (the circumference of activity). 61 WatchingSlow_text.indd 61 8/28/08 5:14:21 PM �60 Pines, eclipses by peaks, a sundry of color. The lake’s autumn water melds into the woods. Limned with ice, its scum of leaves. A hundred palms slurp them up. 62 WatchingSlow_text.indd 62 8/28/08 5:14:21 PM �61 Tonight the rain purrs then dribbles against my rooftop. The sounds of animals out on-the-prowl. (Nits in the ravaged hill.) Illumined by moon, shadowed by cloud, I stay secluded in a mountain recess. Occasionally my lamp flickers. In this pleasant way I pass the evening quietly. 63 WatchingSlow_text.indd 63 8/28/08 5:14:21 PM �62 In this ancient gully, I await the crane’s return. On a rock I scrub my robe, river water soundless. A sparrow pecks at withered leaves. On the clean hill, mountain fruits. Should I rest? Just now I prefer to admire the pink chrysanthemums that border the east wood’s edge. 64 WatchingSlow_text.indd 64 8/28/08 5:14:21 PM �63 Erratic petals tip eastward. “The hill will catch them. Or a nearby stump, lichen-choked,” I mutter. A dog pees, then shakes itself vigorously. With the days short and the weather cold, the ground fills with crusty water. 65 WatchingSlow_text.indd 65 8/28/08 5:14:21 PM �64 Behold the snowy fields I pass, the orchids, the wild (gorgeous) beasts! See the swards of sweetly smelling grass. Rivers gurgle, freshets cheep, fish sail the air. The skirts of my robe I spread carefully as I lay back, swathed in eerie winter warmth. 66 WatchingSlow_text.indd 66 8/28/08 5:14:21 PM �65 I eat air, chew the motes hard. I swallow stars as they fall through snapping wind. I sing to myself the ditties I learned as a child. Thus the autumn days vanish. 67 WatchingSlow_text.indd 67 8/28/08 5:14:21 PM �66 Sun sinks, covering the cold embankment. Pebbles roll about (whose sound I find friendly). I bow a stalk. Its backlash pings (student of the mountain’s flow). “Look!” someone exclaims. Is he gathering herbs? (He puts something in an apron pocket.) 68 WatchingSlow_text.indd 68 8/28/08 5:14:21 PM �67 Smoky-black, bog roils in whorls of spit. I stand here gazing, winter trees shrill. A band of ducks with neon coats nestle in the longstemmed grass. A bullfrog moans (or maybe it’s my lama murmuring sweet nothings)? 69 WatchingSlow_text.indd 69 8/28/08 5:14:21 PM �68 Puddles, and on the pathway ponds, so that spray is everywhere. Crickets purr, slender moon low. Whoosh! Water. (More water.) Stubbles from nine waves. A hall of clouds over soaked dark earth. 70 WatchingSlow_text.indd 70 8/28/08 5:14:21 PM �69 A wolf ’s defeated stride contains its prey’s proximity. Just as pears seem green but the blue of the sea settles in the earth and appears in its fruit (if you look closely). With oncoming winter, foliage decays. Yellow breeze covers its roots. “When Kunga Palmo died, her skull (pure pearl) bore a clear impression of the deity Heruka Chakrasamvara,” I randomly recall. 71 WatchingSlow_text.indd 71 8/28/08 5:14:21 PM �70 Alone with the light, incipient, silent. I laugh with the river riffling stones of green. “Soon it will be too cold to simply gaze at the empty earth.” (I calculate.) It’s hard to detect by my old skin and hair, that I am unshaken. 72 WatchingSlow_text.indd 72 8/28/08 5:14:21 PM �71 Duck or gull—I can hardly tell—ring between the crests. In the heart of the night, one small boat, softly framed by moon. Tossed not by waves nor swayed by breeze, yet rising, falling, drifting, the throb of a horn, long, low, subtle, blows from the north with the wind. 73 WatchingSlow_text.indd 73 8/28/08 5:14:21 PM �72 Snow of the South Peak. Stolid trees, white. From my window, glistening sun stuns. “Buddha stamps his right foot, causes the six worlds to shake.” (This from my liturgy.) Can it be doubted? Padmasambhava was slain how many times only to turn up smiling on a lotus? 74 WatchingSlow_text.indd 74 8/28/08 5:14:21 PM �73 The red sun wakens me. (I am weightless. Light as a bird!) Dogs, goats, dri, regale their noise morning routine. A man grunts. (He has nothing to say.) A traveler, in the distance, forges ahead slowly. 75 WatchingSlow_text.indd 75 8/28/08 5:14:22 PM �74 Snow falls logically. Crystals from the sun fluff it full of pink. Silence (by layers) saturates its porous skin. “Your shags are limp.” I point a wagging finger. Because I imbibe ambrosia from the Land of Snow, when I touch my tongue to a bit of roasted flour, a tablespoon suffices an entire season. 76 WatchingSlow_text.indd 76 8/28/08 5:14:22 PM �75 Exuberant snow, you fall dexterously. For falling you know. It’s your Way. Fall, rest, die—your legacy, my heritage. But by your beauty . . . I get distracted. 77 WatchingSlow_text.indd 77 8/28/08 5:14:22 PM �76 From this white world, one bush (one branch). Thorns pierce the downy drops that plummet, land, bleed. Poor drop. I watch you dribble down a stem. Seeing this, I chant some manis. 78 WatchingSlow_text.indd 78 8/28/08 5:14:22 PM �77 White diamonds melt. Become white diamonds. Tilling earth (the “plow of winter” they say). Soft space, soft air, filled by soft white worms. Blood trickles in. Squiggles of raw-red prick the stark terrain. 79 WatchingSlow_text.indd 79 8/28/08 5:14:22 PM �78 Sitting by the fire, I stitch, but my mind is full of snow. Unmelted snow, rock hard. “December! It’s the Tenth!” Biting cold at another year’s end. A blossom last night ripe, as from a crane’s bill, quietly dwindles. 80 WatchingSlow_text.indd 80 8/28/08 5:14:22 PM �79 Winter deepens with urgent birdcalls. A few later Monarchs recklessly flap south. The sound of snow brushed by wind grows stronger with arousing night. As I walk the mountain road, one shrill moan in a sudden gust. 81 WatchingSlow_text.indd 81 8/28/08 5:14:22 PM �80 Branches drop their clothing. They WANT bareness. Nakedness is relief. The ghost of the year is held in the trees. Do no try to ply them with unwanted gifts. 82 WatchingSlow_text.indd 82 8/28/08 5:14:22 PM �81 Hair and eyebrows white, I climb the wild slopes. Clutching brambles, hoisting myself over rocks, may I excoriate this residue of heedlessness. Myriad mothers have cared for me through the years. All have been kind to the extent of their ability. Therefore it is said, when the mind contracts, like an old scroll rolling itself up, one must examine it thoroughly. 83 WatchingSlow_text.indd 83 8/28/08 5:14:22 PM �82 Inside the pass, the freeze (arriving early) halfwithers the mountain’s foliage. Snow piles up, smothering pilgrim’s stones. I trudge slowly. Holes from my staff, quickly filled by drift. For His sake. For His sake. (With this mind, guided by my lantern’s shadow.) 84 WatchingSlow_text.indd 84 8/28/08 5:14:22 PM �83 A full moon floats through leafless trees. Softly it rises like steam from my rice pot. “If you take that portrait to be me, your mind will never be united with the wall,” suggests an ancestor. From out the drift, one red flower. 85 WatchingSlow_text.indd 85 8/28/08 5:14:23 PM �84 For we are, one and all, continuously watched. Lovingly cradled in the arms of heavenly beings. Whose presence brings brown to fruition. We plod through snow in our thin soles. 86 WatchingSlow_text.indd 86 8/28/08 5:14:23 PM �85 “Another winter,” I think as snow besieges my door. Rising sun finds me still asleep. It’s not cold, oddly, though the lake is frozen and the headwind stiff. In each heathered fen, it gathers more debris. 87 WatchingSlow_text.indd 87 8/28/08 5:14:23 PM �86 Sewing by the stove in the early morning light. Snow falls in craggy piles. As deep clouds clear, a man appears. The sound of a rake on the doughy earth. 88 WatchingSlow_text.indd 88 8/28/08 5:14:23 PM �87 Today the sky is yellow. I want to go out but do not, passing the morning in indecision. Rice and curd—“food of a hundred tastes!” Buddha bowl heaped, I couldn’t be more pleased. 89 WatchingSlow_text.indd 89 8/28/08 5:14:23 PM �88 The smell of snow (a long, deep breath). I scale the cliff. The clear cold sets a trance. Children roll you into balls, toss you, clothe you, feed you. “It’s dry,” a woman says, rolling a carpet into place. 90 WatchingSlow_text.indd 90 8/28/08 5:14:23 PM �89 An old pine sighs, though there is no wind. Its green needles spar softly-falling flakes. A lingering moon lights the truculent road north. Dusk is thick with scribbled paints, which, pathetic me, mimics. 91 WatchingSlow_text.indd 91 8/28/08 5:14:23 PM �90 Keutsang Hermitage is on a rocky incline. Its grate is cold. Its branches claw. Though nests line its top, vultures never descend. Thus, after several occasions of vulture descending. I make sacrificial banishment offerings. 92 WatchingSlow_text.indd 92 8/28/08 5:14:23 PM �91 This old body, inside a mirror, I watch it cast about the room, feebly. Shabby skin a bag. Like the fire pit, cold. My breath, in the chill, swallows up five colors. My lama gives me entry. To Him I deeply bow. His name alone shatters me. 93 WatchingSlow_text.indd 93 8/28/08 5:14:23 PM �92 Insentient beings hear insentient beings. Yet “walls and fences cannot instruct the grasses and trees to actualize springs,” a great-one said. Still, the bell, its tintinnabulation, the ringing of the ringing, gently inspired by wind, clearly articulates emptiness. 94 WatchingSlow_text.indd 94 8/28/08 5:14:23 PM �93 Beneath tonight’s full moon I swallow up Xi River. For me the clouds serve better than an old mare. Relaxing by my fire, I keep company with Manjushri. Thanks to the fullness of Ju-ching’s mind, his “Look!” as he raised his hossu. 95 WatchingSlow_text.indd 95 8/28/08 5:14:23 PM �94 Day breaks. The Big Dipper slips east. In its bowl my gaze rests comfortably. Like a tender blade my thin body wanders. Is there anyone who would not be moved? 96 WatchingSlow_text.indd 96 8/28/08 5:14:23 PM �95 With inky dawn the still bird stirs. A gust of wind, it fluffs its wings. Still sitting, from side to side its head. Eyes close and again . . . motionless. 97 WatchingSlow_text.indd 97 8/28/08 5:14:23 PM �96 On the hill’s grass edge, an icy creek. Dragon limbs dangle perilously. To establish the practice in me—that it move forward without obstacles. Thus I hear the cypress on the quiet shore whispering together. 98 WatchingSlow_text.indd 98 8/28/08 5:14:23 PM �97 Death at the bottom. (That’s snow’s secret.) It exists, does not, falls, does not. In its short life, my life abides, full of fervor and verve. For once I have an edge. 99 WatchingSlow_text.indd 99 8/28/08 5:14:23 PM �98 Red faced demon, you swallowed my son. Posed under earth with your open, ravenous mouth. Don’t tell me to relax. While still alive, to plunge into the Yellow Springs. What appears in front of a ghost cave is not an ordinary fox. 100 WatchingSlow_text.indd 100 8/28/08 5:14:23 PM �99 Mist-soaked fields congeal the mountain’s green. In the second month, only plum blossoms open their faces. Light snow falls. Glazes the earth in silk. A grizzled hawk shaves the narrow river. 101 WatchingSlow_text.indd 101 8/28/08 5:14:24 PM �100 At first light, rain. You can hear the wet. Lifeless ashes stir, but my fire refuses to spark. I listen to the sea (wind and waves ceaseless). 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LIB-PC011 Language A language of the resource eng Creator An entity primarily responsible for making the resource Sher, Gail, 1942-2026 poetry publications SherPublications https://digital.lib.buffalo.edu/files/original/3e2725828978f105817c1a3a44edc0b7.pdf 3454107f7060dfc03e8ba8b3e2aaa4a1 PDF Text Text White Bird �also by gail sher PROSE Writing the Fire: Yoga and the Art of Making Your Words Come Alive • 2006 The Intuitive Writer: Listening to Your Own Voice • 2002 One Continuous Mistake: Four Noble Truths for Writers • 1999 From a Baker’s Kitchen • 1984/2004 POETRY Mother’s Warm Breath • 2010 The Tethering of Mind to Its Five Permanent Qualities • 2009 though actually it is the same earth • 2008 The Haiku Masters: Four Poetic Diaries • 2008 Who: A Licchavi • 2007 Calliope • 2007 old dri’s lament • 2007 The Copper Pheasant Ceases Its Call • 2007 East Wind Melts the Ice • 2007 Watching Slow Flowers • 2006 DOHA • 2005 RAGA • 2004 Once There Was Grass • 2004 redwind daylong daylong • 2004 Birds of Celtic Twilight: A Novel in Verse • 2004 Look at That Dog All Dressed Out in Plum Blossoms • 2002 Moon of the Swaying Buds • 2001 Lines: The Life of a Laysan Albatross • 2000 Fifty Jigsawed Bones • 1999 Saffron Wings • 1998 One bug . . . one mouth . . . snap! • 1997 Marginalia • 1997 La • 1996 Like a Crane at Night • 1996 Kuklos • 1995 Cops • 1988 Broke Aide • 1985 Rouge to Beak Having Me • 1983 (As) on things which (headpiece) touches the Moslem • 1982 From Another Point of View the Woman Seems to be Resting • 1981 �White Bird Gail Sher Q night crane press 2010 �Copyright 2010, Gail Sher All rights reserved. Night Crane Press 1500 Park Avenue, Suite 435 Emeryville, California 94608 No part of this publication may be reproduced or transmitted in any form without permission in writing from the copyright owner and publisher. isbn: 978-0-9794721-7-6 �For Brendan ��contents First Grandchild 1 The Elements 27 The Fourth Part of Air 45 White Bird 55 ��First Grandchild ��1 The Jambu continent is called the Jambu continent because a fruit of the great Jambupriksha tree fell into a lake, making the sound “jam.” As one thousand buddhas will come and the teachings flourish, this Jambu continent is considered supreme and is called “The Victorious Southern Jambudvipa.” This continent contains twenty-four great lands, ninety-nine small lands, three hundred and sixty different clans, one hundred and eight remote areas and one thousand and two extremely remote places. The Land of Snows is one of them. So hovering in a row, the breath of the row in its high peak of rows. 3 �Squares of light are cool settling night in a row. The hill air is cool, like a tower of air carrying through to nothing. Each night the sun yields its bit of darkness to the child. The darkness squats and plays dark but the child knows that it is dark. The child counts the pieces of dark unsullied by subdued and broken darknesses. 4 �Dark is solid but is also its own lamp. That’s why the sun is dark. Each night the sun gathers its arm. Each night the sun electrifies the sky as if sun is sky’s fathomlessness. Like being awake in your blood before it is your blood in the subtle state of not being at war with sky, you mutter. Clouds of crows carry sky back. Should I, quick, whisper in one’s ear? 5 �Each time one dies, one’s breath, like the moon, hangs from a hook of sky. Like a leaf crosses a twig and he waves the twig. The twig had already been waved though. To sleep in oneself, as if one is alive, but not really, only until something happens. As if the clarity, the full-on bindu, amortizes itself, emptying itself, as if the leaf too, wheeling from sky, drops from the throat of sky. 6 �2 Then her speaking image of a person catches fire. In my dream a man is wearing birds and my speaking image of the birds . . . she clearly sees the long stream of qualities pouring themselves all over his body. A woman eats holding her mouth above her. You are tall, and your mouth, too, is a tall, lean mouth. She longs to be near what she’s sure she remembers knowing, as if an image has an ear and it is your own ear so you want to be near it. Like the sound of her birth in the far-flung distance of birds. 7 �Because the air is there whether you’re awake (or you could be awake beforehand). Whether before, occurring as in the darkness of something. I mean before the crows, but the dakinis have already taken them. If one’s mind clearly holds what is previously, to recall how in the past such things exist anyway. (Like the woman washes her hair in a lake and the lake nearly dies.) It knows me in its eye. If I part from me, the rape is left, but the eye stays inside my belly. 8 �So much water making her a person, like a bone in water is the slain inside her. Instead of her own, she is their hair, the skin of her hair being mother-hair. A portrait of hair tucked in one’s mother, as-if it is her hair not having quite left her mother. A woman locks her hair. It falls inward and she feels the falling inside the hair’s cud. 9 �The her of her hair is not in my fingertips. The her of her mind lacks the valence of my sorrow. Lung and tail, I consist. I am, I say. I am in the boat of me. 10 �3 I am her. I am her. I think it is my mother saying something in a dream. She sleeps in her now, but it is the memory of her, not the person being her. Thus people see a form’s endless slipping, like a tour of herself drifting along her bloodstream. At the foot of air (like a bloodspot in air) or is it the real air. 11 �Is that death, you ask, because the straightest line is death. So much down deep as a spring morning. When she wakes it is still down, so close to her face, further and further. I’m trying to remember that particular mustard-color, like a blood-bath of down, stand-in for all downs. 12 �Birds grow down. Each harp of down, each plucking twining chord of down’s interior pause, so that I am (in the pause). A hummingbird dissolves into its own pure form. One thumb moves as if venturing towards it slowly. Oh! the mother dolly begins, but it is a pretend mother. (However there was a possible mother, I mean a mother exists who could be her mother.) The real mother, whom she’d not yet met, would not have said Oh! 13 �The beauty of sky relates to birds flying out of sky. At dusk the hill withdraws into its form. (Through birds, quiet has a mode.) First grandchild is extreme, I think, as a mode’s emptiness accrues. I am that, I’m thinking. A tree lashes night to quiet, then falls away leaving the quiet naked. 14 �4 Being the person dreaming and now, saying hello to the person who, in the dream thinks, I am also the dream! Dreams implode inward and multiply, like a virus, sort of. The belly of the dream sits in its plate as if the mind of someone were growing from the plate. I am eating for my plate, the mind says. I am my own faller, being in my mind my own kind of falling. Death is in the center. 15 �Being the person dreaming, though dead again. A mind thinks but is dead. A young bird falls as if from the sky but it’s from the water where sky was. You hear the drops of a being, then each piercing droplet of being’s time. I feel her sky in the mass of me today. She smells the inside of me today. 16 �Empty becomes empty-in-the-mass-of-me-today, like a bone gets loose and falls away in the rain. A stream of fish crosses her heart. One drinks her milk and is appeased in its fish-ness, like a baby fish would be coming out of its shell. The baby is frozen. Not many war people come here, she’s thinking. Blue is raw, the ocean like teeth. (Inside the teeth are the color of the teeth.) 17 �If a dream implodes and then its bits of dreams (I’m thinking hounds of sky-hawks flaring their wings, tooting their wings almost.) Even without the wings there can be an experience of wings, but she prefers the sound of her mother’s skirt is to sun like the breast of the sea buried in it. Because the things that we are turn about and become who we are. I am definitely your mother, someone whispers softly, but it is just my voice as if far away. 18 �5 A bird’s song fills the morning. Between song and morning there is space. Like she could draw an ideal of the little bird’s voice. So tenderly green, so now-green. A bird doesn’t speak but its motion is stored in its body. How will I know, she says, watching the bird see its own face. Seeing itself there, nipping at air, the traces of itself still in air, like a grike, say, pushing the bird inside its air. 19 �Seeing the brain of the face. So much medley tearing up the face. Each person must unwrap her face, memorize her face, someone hollers. It’s like a belfry, you comment. A ring of bay and little sips of sky knocking about the water. It’s hard to say if the air falls away, the lure of away, behind the fog (what’s actually taking place). A bowl of green water may be placid tight water, but it’s me being tight, accomplishing green, you whisper. 20 �Air leaks from her bones. The last moment of air is the thinnest air, she’s thinking. I take my thinness seriously, he says, placing his mother in a bowl. (As if an animal blows away and is found on its back in a bowl.) Air gets tired, you say, but if you clutch air, mauling a poor, tired section of air. A dull green bowl holds the water of my air, because the mind of the person is a trilogy of air told through mother-air and father-air. 21 �You in my air on my birthday cake sighing. (Though I did not. I was only sighing for her.) You in the village of people-less thought searching for that connection. The gist of a bird is the animal of its relatives. (She could see its ochre bill and the young tooth of another new child.) A symbol of one’s animal seems to slip down her fingers, crawling over them also (and has its own animal also). 22 �6 Each night the trees slip into sky becoming themselves. Does the grandmother exist? She sees the sky weakening back. Her creamy eyes bulge, slipping back to themselves. She imagines the trees rocking. Trees light passing tips of sound. You watch them disappear, like a man walks back to nothing. 23 �The lips and teeth of wood hang quietly in grandmother’s face. I am wintering in me, she says. She doesn’t want someone speaking out loud. Time is exposed. Grandmother! I gasp, but it’s a heart gasp, like her death. Within the death are letters. If you harm the death, someone begins, because a letter is flesh, beautiful as a peacock. Her breath too might swallow itself. So many rings lapping waves of sorrow on her broken dress-buttons. 24 �See an eating turkey seeing, the pebbles of its eyes weighing down the sky. It’s because grandmother’s skin looks tight. Her eyeballs are too poppy like she sees through time, whereas I don’t. Seeing the ignorance in her skin, its reticulations hanging. The crevice in her mind, its wrinkles hanging. Seeing her shape press itself there, like the mud of a bed of a river. 25 �Her heart, too, imprints into her skin, pressing its shape into the room. I may find sky, she continues, forgetting. To me her mind feels brushed. I am fine, she says, creating a support. I am fine, she repeats, her wooden gaze lasted to her. (Fine is space so her mind is protected.) Grandmother’s body’s space seems heavy. Sometimes she leaks out. I say leak because, later, if she moves, aspects of her do not move. 26 �The Elements �E A RT H A tulip’s knowing is from before knowing, you say mildly. I’m thinking, That’s time. Like when Khyungpo Naljor displayed the five Tantric deities present in his five chakras saying ‘From now on, never see me as ordinary, not even for a moment.’ Time is your own mind, you repeat, and I have a memory of myself disappearing, not in death but somehow being me another way. Like I’m me without a precedent, as if your body is you in the name of a foreign person. A spring of dark lingers in time. It was time before but now the boy draws time. The clear beauty of one whose color is the great color. 28 �To hear the evening sung in night’s dim peace. I am me and then the person who is really me. The traces of her (or bowl of her) like she could be that and grow into someone saying hello to someone. The collapse of yellow altogether unnerves me. Like the sheer end of yellow. Time seems to be more like that, or the feeling of time sticks on you, you add. It’s just whatever you see the world, like a childless person sees, actually, what is being passed over. 29 �One imagines time folding back into the cliff. Death, as a figure, turns into a rock, though its flesh is soft, pinchable like a human’s. Behavior takes place after its occurrence. I move and am aware that I have already done this. One imagines time dripping over the hill. She hides inside, feeling hill into its space, so that all her lifetimes happen together. Only when you are completely through it can the ink of “hill,” the swift calligraphy in its soft Western snowfield, become a roaring geshé-like blessing. 30 �WATE R A junket of fish is in the crook of a man’s mind, so circular in his mind, as if the world, as if his mind and the world become the dawn of fishlessness. Far and near, like the junket is as-if versus the smell inside his head. So many fry wandering around, as-if eternity, the transvestite, is just more precise fish-hood. As-if one transmutes the fish’s consciousness to a Pure Land, which is just an aspect of my consciousness seeming as-if far away. 31 �The man bites off its head, mumbles, then throws the fish toward similar headless fishes. As-if its distance wakes me, like the throes of a cloud pressing space into its shape. The memory has shape and the shape time. Distant and close merge in the fish, which has duration. I mean an imprint of time settles in its skin, as-if its skin had been that. 32 �The fish is ME! (The afflicted mind is an inwardbearing motion.) Nevertheless, as the fish recedes, the ilk, all the ilks share the same essence. My raspy throat converges with the cut throats of that fish pile. Rakshsas wandering through sky enter into people’s throats, she recalls. A residue of fish coats the skin of my throat and sometimes I feel I am not my throat. 33 �I am longevity instead. Because someone prayed. Someone saw the pile of fish’s bodies and prayed for their long lives anyway. Mercy lasts, you say flatly. The fish enter the divine is all. The man who cut their throats knew the precise consequences of his action, therefore his assiduous practice of slicing, tossing, eating, as-if his belly were a globe. His belly WAS a globe, you say. 34 �FIRE An island backs toward night. Thin slabs of shore and soft eyes heaving toward these. Am I dead? (I am nine birds.) A quarry of birds drifts in fragile evening sky. A lion mounts a yak washing back through sky. Sky is a floor and the two animals are flying but they are really on the floor. When lambs are in the sky meowing, each lamb is, a cross passing over the water. 35 �A bird is poised. She rocks her space gently. She offers her tongue to taste what is held off. Because she speaks in such pure stream, her gaze of tongue. Each and every blade of a zinnia is me, she sighs. Swarms of arms lay at her side. It could be death. I am the stomach of my death fallen to the earth. Embers of me are held in sky’s arm, but which, which arm actually slides over the horizon? 36 �A bird or fish toned by where it flies, slips into its landmark. A graceful bird, its lip chewed by its mother. She reaches to its lip, chewing passionately. I try to chew passionately. (That is how she instructs her infant birdlings.) I want to be kind is said by the mother. The mother of my lip, I lay awake wondering if she is happy. 37 �AIR The razed town is part of a wall now, I’m reading, and I know that really the bones and eyes are me only the book doesn’t reveal that. The skin of the town is injured, which I carry. When something touches my skin I feel both the present and the past, the way it feels, taken by itself, without anything added. Animals are there. They recall their skin. Some animals scratch, as if they could scratch the knowing away. I see a being and know that it’s me being that being in someone’s time that’s simply slower than knowing. 38 �I am always dreaming time, you say, as if tenderly knowing the color of your grave-clothes. One forgets that it’s knowing. A thought presses through the ridgelines of one’s hand (the silence inside one’s hand). Like a monk knows something, which could be light or snow or lilies but it doesn’t matter because his teacher sees it also. When I press on light there is a thought inside, just beneath the skin, like subcutaneous knowing. 39 �Sometimes I hear a sound closer than my skin (the distinction between me and the skin). I definitely have never heard this sound, I’m thinking, all the while knowing absolutely that my skin has. If you look at a flower then close your eyes, you definitely know the inside of the flower because your citta has assumed the flower’s pattern. So if you forget the flower you can still have it, like you can crawl inside the flower. If your citta is alive, like a rooster in a field. Each dawn the freefall of wings. 40 �S PAC E Now it is summer and cherries are hard, nubile on-the-tongue. Now (as in India) I climb a shed of sky. A bird eats a worm near a tree, but it is space, their host, the nucleus being the passion of one. Walking westward in sky, where home is a plate of sky. Howsoever I walk, the stride of space is one. 41 �A woman in my dream walks briskly down a hill and I, a cornucopia of space, am overflowing with little horizons of spaciousness. The space that she wanted was the space inside her, that she would see say in a tree, the way a branch gives way to sky. A bed is spread beneath the tree, wider and deeper into the tree. Each night she looks out on the hill and if the lines of sky land quietly on the hill, in integrity with its grass, she feels she is dreaming grass, maybe being inside the grass. 42 �Huckleberry Finn also. Floating down the river he feels inside the river and when he is wholly inside, his breath stops. If you envision light at the point of the trikuti, the small light there that enlarges more and more, as long as you visualize that amplified light, the breath stays stopped. The gross perception of breath leaves me now. Farls of nothing leave me starved. Death is a place and someone goes to death, as if going is the non-going of an echo. 43 ��The Fourth Part of Air �You look at the sky through the tusk of a hill and a cloud disbands of scattered ones. A songbird chirps. The cry of a dog turns to sky. As if a nerve from sky measures her appearance within a context of light settings. A leaf unfurls, then fades into sky. Space is not sky, even though she’s dead. A bone of sky (one, two, three line up as skies), a wheeze of sky as if gotten out of the desert. 46 �A bird touches sky. It seems so sure. Sure displaces sky just at my ear-tip. The space of my dead mother is a content of mind, a shock of rest fallen from sky. Birds click sky toward the perfection sky. In their space are flowers falling. And after rain the full bare sky, deep black, like a sea of shells. 47 �I see a woman in a brace and the brace holds her up, but the brace is just breath. I am definitely what comes out of a trumpet, she’s saying. Its echo is like her whole mouth. Movement inhabits her whole mouth. It slowly slips down, though the girl in the death house, she’s too thin. Her death is too there. Very tangible air (cloth air) arrives in her there, in the fourth part of air, breathing her back to air’s non-air. 48 �A woman sits alone. The lines of her life spread. Her body waits for air to tip. The branching off of age grips a person’s face. A certain opaque color inhabits it like a lake. There is a hat-bearing person. What I hear is the hat swinging from side to side. The flesh of such greens. Like crushed paper in a branch sweeping ground-cover into green. 49 �My mother is a color (she could grow her color), like if a bird constellates in the blue of its color. As if her face were on me, a faint breeze or burr in the side of the dead one. In other rooms, under-rooms, a glimpse of her death in lieu of knowing the deep accord of her own death. The candles of a shade breathe the word without the illusion and the breath of us exchanging ourselves. 50 �So I laugh and compliment a person on her color. What’s that shade? I say and she says marigold, which is SO beautiful. She is wanting to tell the color, but is it the real color? Real could be a color. A woman sees me, an impression that doesn’t erase her image of me. Now I am real, I’m thinking, as if now contains the moment that that can occur. 51 �Am I alive? Maybe I’m just space. I am an interior walking through the door. The time of light may pass, you say. Light may fall outside its space. A lattice of light, a pod of light, gobbling space, or not space, light’s taste. You locate the light in the undergrowth of darker ones, a pale glow as if I am being buried. 52 �Food is light. Teeth are light. Her teeth grind back. Its Use is her presence. Her teeth are like a sling of teeth hitting you in the air. So there are mother teeth and father teeth beginning from the beginningless white and red bindu. Now, in the age of teeth, I mean hers are swollen and I am left with something I cannot piece together. 53 ��White Bird ��1 A man wearing birds, sitting in birds, inside the birds’ flow. Together they’re called White Bird. White Bird grows tall. White Bird hugs his own legs back. The meditation of sky streams into his heart so there’s a passage of heart into which he may relax. White Bird relaxes back into his heart, breathing white, like the beauty of a seed or wind in a bird’s hair. A man sits in wind wearing few clothes, but the birds come and sit on him like clothes. 57 �White Bird stops. Summer light swarms his shell and the blue shell breaks. The beauty of his wing fills with sky. A gull too drags its sky. As if it were an ear gathering in sky. Beauty is sky. Beauty is rain in sky’s past sky. 58 �My mother’s arm is pure, its curve of sky seeping into structures. Then later someone says, That person is a dead person. So then I think, The beauty of sky’s color flows from her arm reminding me of her arm. I want to wear sky, I holler. (I am in tune with degrees of my mother hanging from death like a soft shoe.) Her yellow armpit sags, like old newspapers would be lying fallow as they do on distant fields. 59 �A man buys socks but it is really death lurking in sky. I want to dust sky out so that my limbs swallow themselves. He looks, passing by death, as if he is new, in sky now, as he puts it. O look at the birds! They’re combing each other’s hair! (He’s watching a bird gather its gorgeousness.) My mother is a line. Within the death-lines she is one. But a node on her blackens and then she is not my mother. 60 �I know a bird whose color is sky before the sky admits itself. Like the brain of a color if sky admits the bird. A mountain is visible inside the bird then. Its color dies then. A queen bird releases into sky. There’s the sky! someone says, as if there is sky, the location sky. That bird knows me well, I’m thinking, because the bird is mostly dead. 61 �Here is a corner of sky, mother says, fondling a dead bird wrapped up in her pocket. (The bird had lost sky. That’s why it died.) I am the oscillations of a flower, inside, like a flower’s brevity, she whispers. A tall bird tumbles through sky. The touch of its voice is like a raw egg folded into zero. My mother feeds me air, the tablature of air, doubling air, forcing it to become air to something. 62 �I dream of air (a box of air) because I conflate air with my dead mother. She could taste the flavor of the box and in her mind suck out the box. (Secretly she criticized people who didn’t suck.) Her feet swell in air. The ascending foot, like you could crawl inside the foot. Who is the end of my mother? Who is the end of my death? (I am organizing myself backwards.) Flowers fall, but mountains blossom in air. Born in air, I’m in air already, like a broken piece of air. 63 �2 Sometimes a tree lies flat against sky and its outline in sky makes a sound. The sound has a color that is not something I know. The sound of a flower goes anywhere, you say. The water of its breast dribbles down the grass, which is old grass, with old sound, barely any. So then I think, My mother is dead but when I sleep with her, I’m old. 64 �A woman stands alone. She swings her eyes out past nothing. If you look at a squirrel and see it very clearly, its feeling pulls back, pulls its loyalty back. Squirrels are always alone. May the squirrel never be alone, she continues, as if time were a bottle of water. As if a young calf molts or a snake coils around a flower and then is the flower. 65 �Is it true or false, a child demands, hearing that petunia-lands exist. For sound doesn’t die, though its lineage may, like Buddha Shakyamuni’s dharma. Sharsin, Muni Sharsin, they say. Muni Sharsin means Buddha Shakyamuni’s dharma, which the Buddha said, without the lineage will die. Thus the longevity of a sound’s hand dissolves into its legacy of repertoire. Which is not acquisitive, does not form a habit of being. It’s the loin of the habit of the sound. 66 �3 Can sand laugh? You see sand and then sand’s throat. I mean the lax throat of her death-rattle. Is it a whole throat? Be aware of the whole throat. Take the climate of her throat. Like she could set it on the sill and it would still be her throat. Because things exist, and then exist, and their detritus is left in the mouth of the person. 67 �I see a photograph of her throat, which is not the actual throat. Where is her throat in the wake of that? (I’m guessing that means after her throat.) Does it learn? you ask. (I’m trying to remember if her throat learned during its lifetime as my mother.) Someone is the location of what once was my mother. (There are pigs, dogs and someone is riding the dog.) It’s the still core of an eye, thus my mother almost. She begins in her heart, like a step ladder of hearts all within one heart. 68 �A little dog trapes across the edges of a carcass, its spots blowing toward birth. The weight of its space creeps under space. (This is called ‘opening the space gate.’) Her parakeet that died can release itself in space. (She pictures her mother in an agony of space, beyond what she can imagine as being, as if her mother is, somehow, without being.) Take a maximum bird. One feather fills the canyon and its children eat plentifully. BECAUSE FROM TODAY SHE IS NOT DEAD. 69 �White Bird is set in Minion, a typeface designed by Robert Slimbach in the spirit of the humanist typefaces of fifteenth-century Venice. Minion was originally issued in digital form by Adobe Systems in 1989. In 1991, Slimbach received the Prix Charles Peignot for Excellence in Type Design from the Association Typographique Internationale. ��� Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. 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LIB-PC011 Language A language of the resource eng Creator An entity primarily responsible for making the resource Sher, Gail, 1942-2026 poetry publications SherPublications https://digital.lib.buffalo.edu/files/original/223b8b55e299c509ab518d4e36e08bb6.pdf feb97f21f2931a407b51769d174d556f PDF Text Text Who, a Licchavi Who_text.indd 1 1/24/08 6:38:56 PM �also by gail sher Prose Writing the Fire: Yoga and the Art of Making Your Words Come Alive • 2006 The Intuitive Writer: Listening to Your Own Voice • 2002 One Continuous Mistake: Four Noble Truths for Writers • 1999 From a Baker’s Kitchen • 1984/2004 Poetry Calliope • 2007 old dri’s lament • 2007 The Copper Pheasant Ceases Its Call • 2007 East Wind Melts the Ice • 2007 Watching Slow Flowers • 2006 DOHA • 2005 RAGA • 2004 Once There Was Grass • 2004 redwind daylong daylong • 2004 Birds of Celtic Twilight: A Novel in Verse • 2004 Look at That Dog All Dressed Out in Plum Blossoms • 2002 Moon of the Swaying Buds • 2002 Lines: The Life of a Laysan Albatross • 2000 Fifty Jigsawed Bones • 1999 Saffron Wings • 1998 One bug . . . one mouth . . . snap! • 1997 Marginalia • 1997 La • 1997 Like a Crane at Night • 1996 Kuklos • 1995 Cops • 1988 Broke Aide • 1985 Rouge to Beak Having Me • 1983 (As) on things which (headpiece) touches the Moslem • 1982 From Another Point of View the Woman Seems to be Resting • 1981 Who_text.indd 2 1/24/08 6:38:57 PM �Who, a Licchavi Gail Sher Q night crane press 2007 Who_text.indd 3 1/24/08 6:38:57 PM �Copyright 2007, Gail Sher All rights reserved. Night Crane Press 1500 Park Avenue, Suite 435 Emeryville, California 94608 No part of this publication my be reproduced or transmitted in any form or by any means electronic or mechanical, including photocopy, recording, or any information storage and retrieval system, without permission in writing from the copyright owner and the publisher. isbn: 978– 0– 9794721– 2– 1 Who_text.indd 4 1/24/08 6:38:57 PM �For Brendan Who_text.indd 5 1/24/08 6:38:57 PM �Who_text.indd 6 1/24/08 6:38:57 PM �Who, a Licchavi Who_text.indd 7 1/24/08 6:38:58 PM �Who_text.indd 8 1/24/08 6:38:58 PM �Cakravartin dear man blue man cold in the tiger her paw her dandelion sun from earth to clay dear dear ear � Who_text.indd 1 1/24/08 6:38:58 PM �to he old river eating death up now in the lake its essence[ness] shattered I cry cats from the treatise of each night on-high kündün honey-breasts kündün � Who_text.indd 2 1/24/08 6:38:58 PM �white-swallow light drowns the sweltering dawn waters the jewel on the sea to be of Ah o tree of kings to fling the afterbirth high Ah gold Ah in-the-lead � Who_text.indd 3 1/24/08 6:38:58 PM �who, a Licchavi two hundred cuttings bloom in his left ear o lama of the rain of the welcoming queen door her kiss as the well dries up � Who_text.indd 4 1/24/08 6:38:58 PM �stop it! (to the monk tugging on my foot) who, in hide hat, yanks my foot again Palden Lhamo riding on her mule clubs him, hurts him, rubs his hurt hand � Who_text.indd 5 1/24/08 6:38:58 PM �put blood into your pocket mend a crick of hair marry the gases in the graveyard a saffron gulp swallows and kills as I, in sky, consider the threefold kings � Who_text.indd 6 1/24/08 6:38:58 PM �say I, I, I faces erect carved to three stone we, heel and calf, whomever tongues the monkey yield chewing crackers for thirst chewing corn of grayish woolen � Who_text.indd 7 1/24/08 6:38:58 PM �blind cow release your herd two cow two deft (mysterious) princess as I, Lama Drom, bringing cow words sodomy-in-blood to fuse the calf together � Who_text.indd 8 1/24/08 6:38:58 PM �sweet guru said Kublai sweet Chogyal said Pakpa my statue speaks (marches) farmers to the sea my thousand neck halo of tall (fish) in blue refrain rowers sing � Who_text.indd 9 1/24/08 6:38:58 PM �of vulture from vultures passed o mother of the rock wing of the four-faced bird I cometh in a shell from the valley of my brother he of ears belly of wood 10 Who_text.indd 10 1/24/08 6:38:58 PM �fornicate not o brethren from the ghosts we two in the bearing of high sea Pehar and my doll cook clouds on the palace floor young boar in the shadow of its milk meadow spry and beam 11 Who_text.indd 11 1/24/08 6:38:58 PM �be raven Mahakala (sweet) Mahakala be Tall Deer rock be parental maturity hear the grass at midnight creep (in early sky a hawk will wail) this is the service of deer this is the service (of ones) gifted with swift feet 12 Who_text.indd 12 1/24/08 6:38:59 PM �I’m back o beauteous woodland Sadakasari of crystal paper to your skull I paste my hair fearing my chalice of wood 13 Who_text.indd 13 1/24/08 6:38:59 PM �I enter her womb (her dream of precious books) father’s dream of Gendün Drup’s I’m on retreat for now o Moses (Moses) on an old layman’s skull entrust this earth to those with darkened skin 14 Who_text.indd 14 1/24/08 6:38:59 PM �pure pearl mother yogini of blue flowerlands hands of conch (webbed fingers in their lair) at the bottom of your voice on the soles of your feet in heart I sit holy evergreens towering below my rock 15 Who_text.indd 15 1/24/08 6:38:59 PM �be safe from wild dogs be safe from tigers be safe from bears sweet mother (I write) touching lace its robes of hair to walk her heart this little hair of heart one ray dries in the flowering pasture 16 Who_text.indd 16 1/24/08 6:38:59 PM �robes are cloud mountains crystal skylark from HUM comes black o Lhamo of two arms old forest mother to be a tree alive inert in the precept where I wither 17 Who_text.indd 17 1/24/08 6:38:59 PM �I light lamps my father puts down words Jambudvipa, too, on this precious mountain of jewels Four-faced Mahakala your magic makes me hear next day I am happy tell everything to my mother 18 Who_text.indd 18 1/24/08 6:38:59 PM �curling time o critter of toe three (of three) in manger-time of hawking old moss creeps to find its mother perhaps a lama, a steeple, to pull me back to earth 19 Who_text.indd 19 1/24/08 6:38:59 PM �easy wind blowing mantras on the sick a lonely toe boy (I, a tree, afraid) tourniquet of sound twisting wood (sound) o lamb of heart blowing me before myself 20 Who_text.indd 20 1/24/08 6:38:59 PM �if I wander father if I sane the Indian feather pole o Timothy horse crumbs make land easier thy minute of silent horse 21 Who_text.indd 21 1/24/08 6:38:59 PM �my nanny goat is home (o white milk thyme) white wood tree (to milk the earth of bees) to toss the sword (in effigy) magician of the cross graze (crack!) the slippery horsey 22 Who_text.indd 22 1/24/08 6:38:59 PM �sky is the belly talk he, in the sore, in the stomach of your yield among my ribs my tiger throbs sweet air of milk washing our glands with drink 23 Who_text.indd 23 1/24/08 6:38:59 PM �in & out the lambing wanderer feels smelling her way through the belly-high grass the terror that she craves (in my thigh his corpse has settled) feeling it in her wrists and long thin body parts Who_text.indd 24 1/24/08 6:38:59 PM �to green my mare in fresh (cut) in Jataka praying chanting each new moon hurt and cut in the green valley of Tolung I, by the hawk, the loveliest star 25 Who_text.indd 25 1/24/08 6:39:00 PM �in white north light the old ghost burns of feathers in their hawks perched on my window ledge bleakly a ring of calm to hold the tree from tossing to the earth o red lion (cow) behold the tree to death 26 Who_text.indd 26 1/24/08 6:39:00 PM �tiger tiger from Yarlung Valley head arising from the flower from the bath of ancient wood Tara of the neck help me through this birth draw the word through its beauteous hole 27 Who_text.indd 27 1/24/08 6:39:00 PM �raise the lamb in séance Mahakala wet me pointed up and fast in my sac my caul of butter aglow waves alaya in arc of our fathers 28 Who_text.indd 28 1/24/08 6:39:00 PM �for in him I stand where birds flock in the afterworld stealing from the cow repairing a hundred rivers my white tent sighs on mountains of snow grass each lice to its sweet home 29 Who_text.indd 29 1/24/08 6:39:00 PM �sky to sky o stallion of the peaks Yab Sey Yab Sey of gentle sprinkle (of rain) hrih, hrih, dhih, dhih nor Tara tribes in old (together) Harlem in tribe (in earth) from the moor one seed 30 Who_text.indd 30 1/24/08 6:39:00 PM �Tsona Tsona fortress of tall birds I watch mercilessly the dogs that prowl my way scoop the water place it in your blouse tonight come play and be with our lady! 31 Who_text.indd 31 1/24/08 6:39:00 PM �come pelican be my faith disappear into my lions the lime tree basks its five-fold leaves white stars swell sweep the sky clean (finally) 32 Who_text.indd 32 1/24/08 6:39:00 PM �slut o’ Shol of yellow paint young son o’ sun a hundred tail sweet brown before time the fingers of his voice o hills spare me this green 33 Who_text.indd 33 1/24/08 6:39:00 PM �pen me and drink o girl-moon king phoenix of blood lining my green jacket the cuckoo has come from Monyul you say some say— in sweep of thirst its erect tip 34 Who_text.indd 34 1/24/08 6:39:00 PM �dedicate the frond o bleak-backed bird sell the gourd holding the whole earth entire flames of wind screech and fall behind wrack me to your eyes, dear don’t leave! 35 Who_text.indd 35 1/24/08 6:39:00 PM �earrings lay waste (a statue springs awe) of pedantry of miraculous yellow monkhood dolly dolly don’t die with me forever come to my neck 36 Who_text.indd 36 1/24/08 6:39:00 PM �in full king Yeshe of copse of life as a blue-black bird mad (becapped) may I, quoth the igloo choir white-hair child in white-flower tree 37 Who_text.indd 37 1/24/08 6:39:00 PM �wan wan wan o kind fragility a bud, a flare, to death where birds born the strap of birds loving one blue seed spreading (dissolving) 38 Who_text.indd 38 1/24/08 6:39:01 PM �I sob at the hat my silk hair flows I am blue my gown, blue cedar having pulled me to your face dear vajra of the southwest sky and yes, this is the esteemed land 39 Who_text.indd 39 1/24/08 6:39:01 PM �sweet grass newt may I hold you in my lap mother of butter offering butter your hands smell of cereal of plum of the wild man’s helm 40 Who_text.indd 40 1/24/08 6:39:01 PM �butter grows a snow pear falls a white bird hovers in the walnut tree nearby one star shines behind the western peak be merry said the woman climbing from the river 41 Who_text.indd 41 1/24/08 6:39:01 PM �wild shoes name my death circle of stone Shambala of spire chipping blood (clipping blood) a Gobi kills to clerics ire we of the collar pray and look downward 42 Who_text.indd 42 1/24/08 6:39:01 PM �geshé geshé you hook the word o Usnisavijaya (Shukden of despoil) to gull the sky sweet gull of northwest flowers I am tall I am slow full walker 43 Who_text.indd 43 1/24/08 6:39:01 PM �snowland child (winter) boy yearly in the eyes wanting some like Christ a steeple, a cowshed upon hay in morning sun dawn simply up 44 Who_text.indd 44 1/24/08 6:39:01 PM �wanting the thread calling the stick black robe me (now that you’ve returned) jetsun of me of night holding tightly I am pleased to be (in daylight) 45 Who_text.indd 45 1/24/08 6:39:01 PM �Who, a Licchavi was set in Minion, a typeface designed by Robert Slimbach and first issued in digital form by Adobe Systems, Mountain View, California, in 1989. 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LIB-PC011 Language A language of the resource eng Creator An entity primarily responsible for making the resource Sher, Gail, 1942-2026 poetry publications SherPublications https://digital.lib.buffalo.edu/files/original/3d72e6588fcf2d4278ad335ccf7cd00a.pdf 297eaa306531d333b24f05d8133a8431 PDF Text Text “I remember many poems by Philip Whalen and Diane di Prima also written at Tassajara … Of all the writing Tassajara has inspired though, Gail Sher’s must be the most fully generated out of that canyon, its geothermal forces, its healing hot springs.” —andrew schelling Gail Sher is an ordained lay disciple of Shunryu Suzuki-roshi, the person credited with bringing Soto Zen Buddhism to the West. She practiced Zen at Tassajara Zen Mountain Center, San Francisco City Center and the Berkeley Zen Center alternately for 11 years. Although all of her writing draws on her practice of Buddhism, two of her works come directly out of her experience at Tassajara: Moon of the Swaying Buds, an autobiographical account written in the ancient Japanese form of haibun (prose combined with haiku) and this work, Pale Sky, a poetic evocation of the Tassajara zendo during an intensive week-long meditation retreat on the day Suzuki Roshi died. Pale Sky Gail Sher writes, teaches and practices psychotherapy in San Francisco’s East Bay. For more information, visit www.gailsher.com. GAIL SHER �Pale Sky �Also by Gail Sher PROSE One Continuous Mistake: Four Noble Truths for Writers The Intuitive Writer: Listening to Your Own Voice Writing the Fire: Yoga and the Art of Making Your Words Come Alive From a Baker’s Kitchen POETRY Five Haiku Narratives Ezekiel Sunny Day, Spring Mingling the Threefold Sky The Twelve Nidānas Figures in Blue The Bardo Books White Bird Mother’s Warm Breath The Tethering of Mind to Its Five Permanent Qualities The Haiku Masters: Four Poetic Diaries though actually it is the same earth East Wind Melts the Ice The Copper Pheasant Ceases Its Call old dri’s lament Calliope Who: A Licchavi Watching Slow Flowers DOHA Birds of Celtic Twilight: A Novel in Verse redwind daylong daylong Once There Was Grass RAGA Look at That Dog All Dressed Out in Plum Blossoms Moon of The Swaying Buds Marginalia La Kuklos Cops Broke Aide Rouge to Beak Having Me (As) on things which (headpiece) touches the Moslem From Another Point of View The Woman Seems to Be Resting �Pale Sky Gail Sher Night Crane Press 2015 �Copyright 2015 Gail Sher www.gailsher.com All rights reserved Night Crane Press 1500 Park Avenue, Suite 435 Emeryville, California 94608 No part of this publication may be reproduced or transmitted in any form without written permisssion from the copyright owner and publisher. ISBN: 978-0-9858843-7-6 �for Brendan ��In Memory of My Teacher Shunryu Suzuki-roshi May 18, 1904—December 4, 1971 ��Rohatsu Sesshin December 4, 1971 1 ��CLANG CLANG clang clang clang clang clang clang. The obstreperous bell, having awakened her at its loudest, was fading. Eliza gazed into the sky. Millions. Trillions. Gazillions of unbelievably sparkling stars shone from a blanket of blackness. “This blackness is endless and arises from inside me,” she sighed wistfully. She lay staring at a star and, beyond it, the rising triangle of some nameless constellation. 3 �From the first moment I enter the zendo1 I am changed. The fragrance, the clarity stir a deadness in me that I’ve lugged around and lugged around. I recognize it with my teeth, behind my ears, between my toes, the bottoms of my feet. It is startling and immediate. 1 See Glossary for italicized Buddhist terms. 4 �The same sense—almost a nostalgia—filters through the air, the grounds, the trees. People talking, jays cawing. It’s just a caw but its rawness makes a point and repeats the point and repeats the point. I’m hearing the empty beginning, before the person or the jay get involved. Even the air rattles with its mind. 5 �The sound is fresh. It stays cool in the heat. Beyond immaculate, its cleanness is original. The wind in the trees is crisper. Leaves are more defined. Colors are subtler as if elsewhere, even elsewhere in the same range of mountains, this feeling is quelled by the lack of an inherited intelligence. The legacy of mind, big mind, Zen mind, establishes the legitimacy, even of the pansies. 6 �Traipsing in my getas down the rain-drenched path, my muscles know precisely the beyond-knowing of its importance. Like a nocturnal bird seeks a safe place to rest during the day in a vacant attic. Chirps and caws sprinkle through the air as dawn hits the trees and pale sky colors the brick wall that I am staring at. It’s this path but it’s the sky and the eon’s sky and the yuga’s sky and all the yugas’ skies. 7 �“O n e . . .” she said mentally, listening to the soft stream of air through her nostrils. “T w o . . .” started at the top while the air was in her nose but the sound, slower now and more nasal, seemed to be coming from her throat. “T h r e e . . .” though the “three” came as an afterthought. The person to her right was leaning forward on his knees trying to fit a third zafu under his buttocks, but the second one kept slipping out making the third one lopsided. Eliza stayed still. Steadying her gaze she continued counting exhales, but her mind went to the day— she’d so wanted to make a personal connection. 8 �“Is there anything I should bring?” She twiddled a strand of hair too tightly around a finger. He yawned with his jaw, without opening his mouth. “You’ll be doing the personal lists.” It wasn’t really an answer. Then he’d simply stood absorbed in looking out. She wished he wouldn’t shift around on his pillows so much. 9 �“This morning early Roshi, peacefully, died. We continue our efforts along with all beings.” The words entered the hall toward the beginning of second period. Silence. More silence. Bristling silence. But it was soft. New Year’s Eve listen— snow is falling 10 �We just sit. It is like something happening in the great sky. To express our way along with all beings—we sit for this and it will always be the same. Whatever kind of bird, the sky doesn’t care. That is the mind transmitted from the Buddha to us. Avalokiteshvara Bodhisattva, practicing deeply Prajña Paramita . . . 11 �“How is your practice?” Her dokusan had been short. “It’s so young!” she’d crooned afterwards, seeing a budding gingko bursting from itself, full of intention and purpose. Its fragile limbs, every which way, jutted out awkwardly. Extending her finger, gently to touch the blossoms, she was startled but felt an inexpressible affection for the plant. 12 �“The mind of the great sage of India is intimately transmitted from west to east,” began the Roshi, carefully reading the translation. It had been a typical sesshin day. Hot afternoon sun poured through the zendo windows. He was winding down a series on the Sandokai, an ancient Chinese poem routinely chanted in the liturgy. Clearly enjoying the task, he’d set up a blackboard next to his seat where he wrote and explained each of Sekito Kisen’s characters. Eliza wasn’t listening. Instead she was attending to him. “I made it up,” he grinned, when a student asked about a word. 13 �“Is intimately transmitted,” the Roshi continued. “Mitsuni means ‘exactly, without a gap between the two.’ The main purpose of the Sandokai is to show reality from two sides.” It had rained till dawn, a warm summery rain, and the zendo was starting to feel stuffy. “As I said, san means ‘many’; do means ‘one.’ ” “What does it matter? I don’t care about the Japanese.” “So ‘many’ is right, and ‘one’ is right,” she heard him say a few minutes later. She was staring out the window. 14 �“Do you have question?” It woke her up. “Roshi, couldn’t we just work from the Japanese and forget the English translation?” It was a man. One of the older students. “How could he want even more fussing?” her mind railed. Yes he was trying to do that, the Roshi explained. The poem was full of technical terms that without understanding . . . “O my god.” She closed her eyes to try to retrieve her centeredness. “O my god.” It came again, less strong but still there. “O my god . . . ” started to arise. “how deep is it now? has it buried the pampas grass yet?” 15 �The shijo rings. Early-morning zazen is over. “But it’s not over. It’s never over. Morning zazen is till the end of time, but we pretend it’s over because there are things we need to do.” The bell brings me back. I put my rakusu on my head, chant the Robe Chant, let down my rakusu, fluff my cushion and line up in the aisle for prostrations. Welcoming dawn, the light, the creek—all of this becomes a mere extension of me. 16 �“The morning gaggle of birds is like the bottom of the ocean.” She was straightening her mat getting ready for the sutras. A band of sun had caught a passing cloud and light trembled across her row. These sermons of the Buddha, the “warp” of the dharma literally—“the never-ending of it all,” Eliza said to herself, not knowing exactly what she wanted from herself or how she wanted to see herself. “no, not the scarlet peach blooms, it’s the forsythia . . . ” I say to the flower-lady 17 �Her mind flashed to the Roshi—the way he smiled, the way he leaned a little forward when he was thinking how to say, the way he misused English so that it made more sense, though it didn’t make sense and yet it sparkled and was wonderful. A dog had stopped and was studying the sky, panting with its tongue to one side. “I know! I KNOW! He magnificently filled our lives and now we are left simply with our lives.” She was vaguely aware of some jays squawking as if they were fighting, but she deliberately chose to ignore it. 18 �The umpan announces breakfast. Zendo students, returning to their seats, open their oryokis. Buddha, born at Kapilavastu, attained the Way at Magadha, preached at Varanashi, entered Nirvana at Kushinagara. Now as we spread the bowls of the Buddha Tathagatha we make our vows together with all beings; we and this food and our eating are vacant. The sound of the creek, spoons against bowls, the caw of a jay, more caws from farther-off jays. 19 �The palpable formality of the meal at a certain moment is relaxed. “How do you feel?” her roommate was asking, searching her face with concern. “You fainted, you know. When I came back to change, you were on the floor in the bathroom.” Eliza was still wearing her sweaty under-kimono. “What time is it?” From the sun she guessed it would be late afternoon. “It’s after tea, almost bath time. You’ve slept the whole day.” Eliza smiled. beyond the boughs white, white sails late sun floods through the window 20 �I sleep. I sleep deeply and soundly and when I wake—“Is that snow?” In the mountains sometimes a snow like this falls and the leaves turn white like flowers. Then the quiet. The air, composed of enormous quiet, melds into sky with its even larger quiet. I reach to touch the sky—beautiful, clean, silent. I feel I’ve slept close to it and all day long keep close to it. 21 �“Eliza-san! I hardly recognized you with your chopped-off hair.” “I’m very weak.” She’d just woken up from another long sleep. “You’re even prettier. Like a boy,” Christiana said softly. When she left she continued to just lay there. “It must be after eleven,” she thought, nestling her head in the space between her elbow. The morning sky was a single blue combed with cloud and a slip of moon. 22 �“She fits in here,” Eliza mused, recalling Christiana’s mock-turtle t-shirt and how it morphed to some metallic fabric with shells and stones scattered as in the sea. A horse fly nosed her leg. It was green. She watched its body paused in the sun for a long time. She rolled over on her side. Stagnant, flea-filled pools were beginning to congeal in the creekbed. The irises, she saw, were a watery blue, the whites so pink they appeared sore. 23 �The shijo sounds thrice and off that sound is sitting. Sitting sitting sitting till it sounds again, two times. Then kinhin, which is slow—not exactly walking but anyway moving till the shijo signals another period of zazen. I place my feet carefully. I adjust my mudra, straighten my spine, make my half-steps sharp. Yes it is important. No it’s not important. 24 �“Hey, girl!” Christiana’s cheeks, rosy from her walk and covered with little droplets, were swelling with pleasure as she entered. Eliza stood at the window staring at a thunderous sky. “Is it alright?” Half removing her gear, half plopping on a bed, she was referring to the fact that the bed belonged to a roommate. Immediately she lit a lamp. A cozy glow warmed the room. “I wouldn’t have thought of it,” Eliza muttered, still standing by the window looking stranded. She wondered why such a simple thing as lighting a lamp in a darkening room would not have occurred to her. 25 �It is drizzly when we leave the hall. Oppressive wetness mirrors my mood. The break is a little longer but there’s nothing I want to do. I straighten my room. Wash. The stranded feeling intensifies. A hawk flies over flapping its large wings. Soon another one just like it flies in the same direction. 26 �Along with everyone Eliza spread her oryoki—cloths, bowls, chopsticks, spoon and her handmade eel-like setsu. “For our sakes the clams and fishes give themselves unselfishly.” “I am so unworthy. I am SO unworthy. Please fish, take yourselves back.” She felt herself starting to cry. She remembered the Roshi’s smile. “In the impossibility of being worthy, I must somehow be worthy.” 27 �Chanting begins. Buddha bowl raised and cradled in my fingers I am taking in this privilege and, at the same time, seeing the Roshi’s back bending over boulders he is placing in the creekbed. “He’s actually very jolly,” I notice, watching his limber body plying the eroded mud. Butterflies flutter near iris whose leaves cast faint shadows. Sometimes his jisha spreads a cool, water-soaked cloth on the top of his head. 28 �She’d been washing lettuce on the kitchen’s back deck. Slim and erect Christiana, punctually, had delivered the vegetables for the day. She’d catch Eliza’s eye. It made Eliza’s morning. shhhh . . . bees . . . how white! the first blossom 29 �Eliza attached the hood to her raincoat and tugged on her boots. “Isn’t winter the most beautiful!” Swaths of cloud shone against the sky like black and silver mackerels. “The land and sky are bleeding into one another and into our quiet,” she yawned dreamily. “Listen . . . The parent birds are teaching their babies how to chirp”—she’d heard that . . . right at this spot—that fledglings must be taught—that chirping must be taught! The air smelled new and the silence was padded. 30 �“Hey! Let’s have a hair-cut.” Summer session had ended. The day was fair. A few lenticular clouds, small and thick, floating around was all. “You go first,” Eliza laughed, examining her friend. Dark black hair, parted in the middle and tucked behind her ears, poked out like dislocated ear muffs. The barber looked to be in his twenties. He had on chinos and soft leather loafers with no socks. 31 �“Next session I might be anja,” Christiana beamed, scooting back in her chair. Eliza, standing, just stared at her in the mirror. From the look they exchanged it was clear how well they understood each other. “Will Okusan be coming?” Christiana shrugged. “I hope so. He listens to her. Sometimes.” “How short are you going?” Piles of hair were spilling to the floor. Christiana winked. 32 �“Are you wanting to be ordained?” A seagull wheeled and barked overhead. Then a second one, slowly, circled through the air. “I AM ordained and have been since beginningless time,” Eliza bellowed. This truth belonged to her most reserved privacy. She studied the hem of her skirt. The stitching had come loose and a section flapped free. “I came here to get ordained,” averred Christiana. 33 �“I think you might be doan.” “No seriously, I can’t stand her” came a voice through the warm salt air. Two girls in flip-flops. One, hunched over her cell phone, looked to be texting. The other, the one who’d said, “No seriously,” was, from a thick wad of curls, scavenging some hairpins. A swallow swooped and dived overhead. “No seriously,” Eliza grinned. “How must it be for you—guys hitting on you a hundred times a day.” “Not just guys.” 34 �Eliza was still asleep, her back toward Christiana. The top of the latter’s quilt draped loosely around her body but it had worked its way down to just below her t-shirt. She lay on her side, knees folded, feet sticking out where the quilt stopped. Christiana went to wash. Her movements had roused Eliza who with eyes open continued to lay still. From the light she could tell that they had napped for several hours. “Did you have something you need to do?” she called over. “Oh! You’re up.” Christiana laughed. “No. It’s just a habit.” Day sounds from below rose in a kind of time warp. “It’s so beautiful.” She’d moved closer to the window. 35 �“You’re so beautiful!” Indeed Christiana’s beauty had, along with its gentleness, an almost freightening quality. Christiana joined her on the bed. “I know,” she said, after staring out for a long while, then, realizing her mistake, blushed. 36 �Plumping her cushions, Eliza, kneeling, kept mindlessly plumping while others were getting settled. The juddering sun from her break was already disappearing. “The Buddha’s Way is endless. I vow to attain it,” she reminded herself, encouraging herself, but even those words, which she felt to the core and sensed they held the answer . . . “Since the Buddha attained it, there must be a way to attain it,” she thought, before remembering that that’s what she was doing here. 37 �Was it what she was doing here? “I think about my girl,” smirked a kitchen friend, shrugging his broad shoulders. He’d pulled out a photo. A tall, thin beauty wearing a jacket over a kilt and knee-high boots was hiking across a fen. Her expression—coy, radiant, full of life and living—he’d caught in a backward glance. “You’re useless. Useless,” she scolded her underkimono, yanking its several closures. She was tugging on a sweater. 38 �“Did you knit it?” Eliza flushed. “It was on sale,” she’d admitted sheepishly. A hollow cackle of a crow pierced the air, its call bringing back the beginning of another period. Long low light gradually opened and settled like fur on the outlines of the trees. “The quiet too is sitting. It has will and won’t be budged.” 39 �“You should tell the Roshi. He asks about your practice.” Her eyes popped open. There was a stiffness around the rims creating a buzz-like thought, but it wasn’t a thought. It was an intensity. “The Roshi is dead. You should have told him a long time ago.” The intensity was a knife and it was digging behind her eyes prying up something terrifying. 40 �SMACK. A loud crack filled the hall. Then a second one, though in the delay, since she’d forgotten there’d be another, it too came as a shock. SMACK. SMACK. This time it was quick. From the corner of her eye she thought she could see the carrier entering her aisle. “Should I bow?” She did feel sleepy and the kyosaku did help. No one else was asking so he was approaching fast. Instinctively she gashoed. The stick touched then hit, touched the other shoulder then hit. She bowed again feeling the person, stick turned lengthwise and raised overhead, likewise bowing, honoring her practice. For a split second she could also honor her practice. 41 �“I didn’t realize,” Eliza thought, as she carefully placed one foot at a time on the cold clean wood between the rows of cushions. Rain was falling in a slow patter soaking the world outside. All her ideas about ordination, her plans about how she would organize her life—all this now struck her as childish. She also knew there was something she hadn’t understood, maybe now even less . . . but it was coming from the inside, not from the outside, as had everything in her life previously. Even the teachings, even Buddhism—it felt like she was coming closer because from the inside she felt closer, more certain, more solid. “It’s just that I’m me. First I need to be me.” A scrub jay cawed. Then cawed again. Against the drips it sounded bereft. 42 �It rains. The color of no sky peers from a hollow hole. “A gentle sound, full of patience,” I marvel, hearing the classical music station play a glorious, lilting trumpet concerto. The air is alive with crickets. The field redolent with blue. A young bird shrieks. The weather by late afternoon has grown worse. 43 �“Maybe they are robins,” I think, picturing plump little breasts hopping about, searching for food. There are fewer of them now. How must they manage I wonder. I shut my eyes and listen to the cheeps. Frail thin things. windy night loosely fastened beyond the moor – to whom might it belong 44 �“Was that a moan?” The person to Eliza’s right had started squirming again. Her head shot to the right. “It’s like a lovely white seashell!” Light from the window was falling on the near side of his body. “You sounded just like Roshi—just then, when you said that”—the memory of having said that—then, touching her knee—“There is something the matter here.” She wished she could remember his name. 45 �It bothered her that she forgot. And others whose names or even persons were, for her, as if they had never existed. “And me too. I’m an ‘other.’ How many people care?” “The point is for me to care,” but her heart was cold. She couldn’t find her caring. that crow where we hang the wash looks at me looks away 46 �She looked out at the rain waiting for it to break and saw a crow, head bowed, feathers so wet they shone like tar. She wanted the bird to move, but it sat sodden and seemingly miserable. There was no wind. The branches of a tree arching to the ground were quiet, as if lost in thought. Occasionally a bird landed unsteadily. The branch quivered slightly. 47 �“What is it?” Eliza muttered, leaning on her broom. She had fifteen minutes. ALL MY ANCIENT TWISTED KARMA . . . Inside her sat a gigantic space, and inside it was waiting. Around the waiting was dread, but the dread wasn’t of anything . . . ALL MY ANCIENT TWISTED KARMA . . . the words came louder and felt more pressing. She opened her door and swept the dirt outside. Then she stepped outside and swept the stairs in front of her cabin. “O gone! Please please gone! Sva-ha sva-ha sva-ha sva-ha,” she’d prayed, fervently, again and again, with all her gatherable power. 48 �“Eliza, I must caution you.” “Caution me? About what?” But the “what” was clear as day. Eliza stiffled a groan. “I don’t have the right to probe into your feelings,” Christiana had finally said, modifying her tone. “I was wearing a dress—blowing away some invisible speck—and a thin white cardigan, I remember.” 49 �Playing the scene again, she watched the darkness loosen from the sky, a cold cobalt blue. The hour being late it was almost hard to see. “But it’s loud on the inside. Its soul is loud,” she whispered. The sound, ineffable, INELUCTABLE, triggered a fear that this might be all she had. 50 �“How beautiful,” she sighed, gazing at a strange, mother-of-pearl shell of white, fleecy cloud suspended above her head in the middle of darkening sky. Finally it was bath time. “It’s because of the mountains that night here falls so quickly.” She glanced up hoping to spot the shell but it had vanished. “I can feel the sky’s reluctance.” She could also feel her own—and a large unnamable—she was about to say “unwillingness” but more accurate would be “refusal.” Yes refusal. She not only refused to be here but refused to face her almost-total refusal to be here. “But I do want to be here.” Later, on her bed, waiting for the han to announce evening zazen, she began to wonder if she could possibly continue to be here. 51 �In the stall Eliza paused, took off her kimono, then took off her jibon, then put back on her kimono. Her tank top remained but its spaghetti straps, stretched to the point of drooping, even under her jibon had allowed her skinniness to show. “Avalokiteshavara Bodhisattva, practicing deeply Prajña Paramita . . . ” Oceans of birds, with clear, concise calls, cried out in the blackness. 52 �Suddenly she had enough. “I can do this and it’s important. I will do it and it’s very very important.” The storm had stopped but sails of rain hung between her and the hills. After supper there would be several more periods and after that one was encouraged to stay on, to avail oneself of the energy, the silence, the accumulated force of accumulated days of effort. Through the setting sun one cloud, suffused with dulled-pink, burned. 53 �Clappers sound, supper begins. The birds were quiet, the trees sulking. Christiana, standing by a window, was trying to see if the shirt she was making fit her properly. “I like to sew,” she’d explained. They had never formally met. Eliza sat down but couldn’t think of anything to say. “I like to sew too.” “What are you making?” Christiana asked easily, seemingly truly interested. “Nothing. I’m just making lines.” “Can I see?” She walked over to the corner of the table where Eliza had placed her basket. “It’s very beautiful.” Eliza felt her suddenly awake to her. Billowy sun spread light on her cloth and the assortment of utensils she’d laid out on the wooden ledge. 54 �“It’s a sycamore. Though it looks like a mulberry. Have you ever seen one so big?” Between her thumb and her forefinger she twirled the fat stem as they slowly climbed her hill. “Well, let’s talk about you now,” Eliza urged, contorting her neck as if she wanted physically to banish something that was bothering her. Then, seeing the sun ricocheting off a leaf—a huge red maple with wide fingers and knobby veins—she had a moment of complete clarity. 55 �“Did you make it!” A white OM in a yellow circle lay on Christiana’s bed. Around this was a white six-pointed star, also bordered in yellow, and around that an eighteenpointed star of yellow and red that seemed to fold out in pleats like a Japanese fan. Around that were bands of increasingly intense red, as if the light from the star, as it progressed further and further out, grew darker, verging on black toward the edges. The whole, intricately quilted by hand, was rimmed with a thin black and white design. “It’s a mandala,” Christiana explained. “From when I was in Japan.” “It’s stunning.” “And your room is stunning.” Along with the platform bed there was a Japanese desk, zafu, two kerosene lamps, an old Amish rug and in the corner a paulownia tansu. 56 �The summer practice period essentially over, the closing sesshin had been everywhere in the air. On the surface was the “chatter”—a kind of gathering buzy-ness. Underneath that was silence, the solidification of the intention that had brought them here in the first place. No one said anything, but there was a general coming-to-terms. One could smell it in the air, taste it in the heat. Even in the zendo there were fewer shiftings-around, clearing of throats, swishing away of flies. 57 �BOP. There it was. “I should leave now,” she kept telling herself, but she kept not leaving, as if waiting for something. High in the night, stars, exuberantly, ecstatically, coruscated. “Where am I?” Eliza thought, rubbing her eyes. She rolled on her side, drew her knees to her chest and shoved her hands between them. “What will I do?” She was still fully dressed. 58 �It pours. Buckets of water hit the window hard. I am seated on my zafu, robes tucked under a thin blanket which I allow myself because it is night and sesshin and “it does no harm,” I tell myself. No one else has a blanket. No one else seems to be struggling. Many seem actually to be relishing the opportunity to try harder, practice longer, exhaust themselves to an extent unavailable in the daily monastic routine. 59 �Zazen ends. Kinhin begins. Tiredness and rain is all. Our steps become one with cavernous, thunderous pounding. They occur together—both the steps that we take together and the steps plus the sound which, right now, as exhaustion peaks and the day draws to an end, presses time into forever. crows at four, sparrows at five thus I reckon the endless winter night 60 �When she’d first arrived it had been spring—a lovely, light-hearted spring. The air smelled green and the sky, drenched with such birdsong and life . . . The tops of trees against a bluing swell of space shook in the warmth of a burgeoning westerly wind, and— “It’s spring! Real spring,” everyone shouted. 61 �The weather had never been so beautiful! Everywhere the air, suffused with steam rising from the earth, shimmered. Old grass and the emerging needles of new grass, gnarled trees with their wodges of ripening leaves . . . It’d been that time of year, the turning point of light, when the meadow was high and Eliza had watched the surfing birds’ wings and the colors on each wing’s underside. 62 �“They look all the more lovely from a distance,” she exuded. She’d been squatting at the end of a row of peas trying to tuck her black hair both behind her ears and under her sun hat. Excitement, an almost being-in-love excitement, had made her touch the earth. For a long while she just stayed, kneeling, inhaling, listening to the birds, the wind and the earth itself, whose quiet and clean fresh richness filled her. 63 �“DON’T MOVE.” The Head Monk’s voice pierced the hall. Shock shot up her spine. “DON’T MOVE.” The voice came again, highpitched and more emphatic. Her slouch straightened, her spine felt hot and her blood chased something relentless. No one breathed. Or they did but the silence, now bottomless, absorbed it. The period stretched on. And stretched on. She forgot that it would end. 64 �Glossary 65 �Anja. The one of the Roshi’s two personal assistants who takes care of matters pertaining to his space. Clappers. The taku (clappers) are small pieces of hard wood approximately two by two by ten. They are held parallel and struck together making a sharp clack. Doan. One of a small group of students whose job for the practice period is to attend to the monastery’s “sound system” (including the bells and drums accompanying formal services) and to enforce the daily schedule. Dokusan. A Soto Zen term for sanzen, a private interview with one’s teacher. Gasho. A Buddhst gesture of greeting, palms of hands placed together. Han. A thick rectangular wooden board suspended by cords outside the zendo and struck with a wooden mallet. The resulting sound, hollow and sharp, creates a haunting echo. 66 �Jibon. A vest-like undergarment worn under a kimono or sitting robe when a full-length underrobe would be either too hot or too heavy. Jisha. The one of the Roshi’s two personal assistants who takes care of matters pertaining to his time. Kinhin. The continuation of the practice of zazen done between formal periods of seated zazen. It consists of very slow (half-steps) walking. Kyosaku. In the Soto school a kyosaku is a flat wooden stick used during zazen to remedy sleepiness or lapses of concentration. The kyosaku is always administered at the meditator’s request by way of bowing one’s head and putting up the palms in gassho and then exposing each shoulder to be struck in turn. Mudra. Symbolic hand gestures associated especially with tantric meditation practices. Oryoki. The oryoki consists of three nested bowls, a packet of eating utensils (chopsticks, spoon and setsu), a cotton napkin and a wrapping cloth which 67 �also serves as a placemat. Each student is provided with an oryoki and oryoki instruction upon arrival at a monastery (otherwise one cannot eat in the zendo). Thereafter the oryoki is in one’s care. Prajña Paramita Sutra. Known as the “Heart Sutra” the Prajña Paramita Sutra is the classical condensation of the six-hundred-volume Prajña Paramita literature, translated into Chinese by Hsüan-tang in the seventh century. Rakusu. A monastic or lay biblike vestment, a miniature version of the kesa or priest robe. Rest Days. In Japanese Zen monasteries days with either a 4 or 9 in them are designated “rest days.” Time for sleep is lengthened slightly, there is no formal noon meal and no work periods at all. Most of the day—all the time between the end of breakfast in the zendo and a somewhat festive supper—is considered “personal time” to be spent as one wishes. Robe Chant. “I wear the robe of liberation, the formless field of benefaction, the teachings of the 68 �Tathagatha, saving all the many beings.” This verse of the rakusu is recited at dawn when priests put on their kesas and lay people their rakusus. It is also chanted privately whenever these garments are donned. The kesa and rakusu are the robes of the Buddha, treated respectfully and worn on all religious occasions. Rohatsu. The Japanese word for “eighth day of the twelfth month.” December 8 has come to be the day Japanese Buddhists observe the enlightenment of the historical Buddha. Rohatsu Sesshin. In Japanese Zen monasteries, the Rohatsu is the last day of a week-long sesshin, an intensive mediation retreat in which all of one’s waking time is dedicated to meditation. Traditionally each evening’s meditation period is to be longer than the previous evening’s. On the seventh night, meditation continues through the night and the sesshin ends after breakfast on the eighth morning. Roshi. Historically the term roshi has been applied as a respectful honorific to a significantly older Zen 69 �teacher considered to have matured in wisdom and to have attained a superior understanding and expression of the dharma. Nevertheless, in some modern Zen schools it is applied as a general title for a teacher regardless of the age of the individual who receives it. Seiza. A traditional Japanese sitting posture wherein one’s body rests on the knees and shins. Setsu. A tool with a linen tip for cleaning one’s oryoki bowls during a zendo meal. Shijo. The shijo (Cease and Be Quiet) is about nine inches high and struck by a doan three times to signal the beginning of a period of zazen, twice to signal kinhin, and once to signal that another event is about to begin. Sutra. The word sutra, a discourse of the Buddha (literally “a thread on which jewels are strung”) loosely refers to an old Buddhist scripture or scripture to be chanted. Umpan. The umpan (Cloud Plate) is a bronze plate 70 �shaped like a fleur-de-lis. It hangs from cords in the kitchen and is struck with a hard wooden mallet to produce a clangorous sound signaling meals. Zazen. The practice of sitting erect on cushions, on a low bench, or in a chair. In Soto Zen zazen is keyed to the breaths and takes the form either of counting them from one to ten or of shikantaza (sitting with no theme). “Zazen is itself enlightenment,” Dogen Kigen Zenji never tired of saying. This means that body and mind have dropped away and they continue to drop away endlessly. The self is forgotten and it continues to be forgotten more and more completely throughout all time. Zen. A Japanese Buddhist school concerned with directly realizing the true nature of one’s mind. Zendo. Zen meditation hall. 71 �Pale Sky is set in Minion, a typeface designed by Robert Slimbach in the spirit of the humanist typefaces of fifteenth-century Venice; it was released by Adobe Systems in 1990. Cover design: Bryan Kring � Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. 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LIB-PC011 Language A language of the resource eng Creator An entity primarily responsible for making the resource Sher, Gail, 1942-2026 poetry publications SherPublications https://digital.lib.buffalo.edu/files/original/a4cda5d837e797bc1fb7205e687783d3.pdf 2e0dab15cdfa40a7d11f405ba2bda44c PDF Text Text “My biggest responsibility to myself as a poet is to remain in the realm of the unknown. I do not write what I already know. My writing arises, and I am constantly surprised by it.” In the late 1980s Gail Sher gave a talk to a group of innovative thinkers in business, the military, and the sciences on her experiments in non-conceptual poetic language. This essay is based on that talk, and draws on her years of Zen and Tibetan Buddhist practice as well as her training as a psychotherapist. In it she shows how her poetry emerges from what she calls the “linguistic unconscious.” The essay includes examples from other writers and artists, and concludes with an illustrative poem of her own. Poetry, Zen and the Linguistic Unconscious Gail Sher Gail Sher is the author of One Continuous Mistake: Four Noble Truths for Writers (Penguin) the first of a widely-praised series of books on writing as a practice. Her most innovative writing, and the largest body of her work, however, is her poetry which she has been writing continuously for over 35 years. In addition to her own writing practice, she provides mentoring to writers, consultation to psychotherapists, and psychotherapy to adolescents and adults. For more information on her writing practice, including downloadable texts, visit www.gailsher.com. WHITE �Poetry, Zen, and the Linguistic Unconscious ��Poetry, Zen and the Linguistic Unconscious Gail Sher night crane press 2016 �Copyright 1989-2016, Gail Sher www.gailsher.com All rights reserved. Night Crane Press 1500 Park Avenue, Suite 435 Emeryville, California 94608 No part of this publication may be reproduced or transmitted in any form without written permission from copyright owner and publisher. ISBN 978-0-9858843-6-9 �For Brendan ��c o n t e n ts Introduction 1 A Linguistic Understanding 2 A Spiritual Understanding 5 A Psychological Understanding 10 An Ecological Understanding 12 (As) on things which (headpiece) touches the Moslem 13 Afterword 21 Publications, 1981-2016 25 ��Introduction As a girl I studied piano with a teacher whose idea of “playing with weight” intrigued me. I became aware not only of the heaviness or lightness of my stroke but to sounds (and overtones of sounds) thereby subtly modulated. Delicate gradations became a focus of control. Today, as a poet, it is not much of a stretch for me (regarding words) to be primarily concerned with their relative weight within, and as, a charged environment. In college I studied music, literature and linguistics. I won a Ford Foundation Fellowship to continue with linguistics, but found the subject too abstract. I craved immersion—plush Middle English—[The Parliament of Fowls, Troilus and Creseide, Sir Gawain and the Green Knight]. Yes. Music of a different sort. Later, I entered a Zen community. Music wasn’t allowed. At first I experienced this as a deprivation. But as I settled in, I began to choose it. I followed the monastic schedule and didn’t think overly much about 1 �accomplishing anything. The spirit of “just doing”— just going along without attaching to ideas of gain or progress—became the foundation for my future work with words. Still later, I discovered I needed to write and that I needed to do this outside of the Zen community. To survive the tremendous anxiety of not knowing what I was doing, a spirit of “just doing” came in handy. I would have “writing periods” instead of zazen periods. My vow was to attend them. I couldn’t attach to accomplishing anything because I had nothing in mind to accomplish. The absence of striving radically opened my mind and heart. Gradually this approach morphed into using language in such a way that it functioned not symbolically but synchronistically (as Jung would say). The new “meanings” my language carried (and concerns that it addressed) derived from what I called the linguistic unconscious. A Linguistic Understanding Although Suzuki-roshi told John Cage that he had nothing to say about music or art, Cage still felt Suzuki had led him to see music ‘not as a communication from the artist to an audience, but rather as an activity of sounds in which the artist found a way to let the sounds be themselves.’ 2 �Linguistics is the science of language—the study of the nature and structure of human speech. What I have discovered by entirely receiving what arises during my writing periods is that part of language based in the collective human psyche. It is a universal aspect of language rooted in a substrata of experience that goes beyond the individual’s personal life. I have found that if I tap into this quality of a word, then anyone who listens to my work with the same acuity will be able to “understand” it. The understanding is not semantic. It is not aligned to the particular signification we somewhat automatically attach to words. I use a word stripped of its semantic implications in order to highlight its relationship to vast galaxies of expression often overlooked. Humans are so programmed to use words according to what they “mean” that when the slightest loophole for “meaning” emerges, the mind instantly lights on this and doesn’t see what else is there is. It is important to note that the kind of interaction with language to which I refer is not the same as free association (a psychoanalyst who attended a poetry reading of mine once praised me for my “free association”). Free association is one’s personal string of responses to an idea or image—a manifestation of one’s unique personality or pathology. Jung pointed out that we can free associate to anything, including this morning’s news, but the associations will invariably lead us to our personal complex of emotional/psychological issues. Like Freud, Jung uses 3 �the term unconscious both to describe mental contents which are inaccessible to ordinary awareness and to demarcate a psychic space with its own character, laws and functions. Jung regarded the unconscious as a locus of psychological activity which differed from and was more objective than personal experience since it related directly to the instinctual bases of the human race. The personal unconscious (Freud’s discovery) rests on the collective unconscious (Jung’s discovery, though at the end of his life Jung preferred the term “objective psyche”—the psyche as it is—to “collective unconscious”). The ground from which my work arises and the means by which it communicates is what I call the “linguistic unconscious,” and I think of it as a manifestation of the “objective psyche” Jung described. Wayne Detloff, a Jungian analyst, describes a system that originated in Japan known as the Kototama principle. (Kototama translates as “wordsoul.”) Apparently, as the divine attributes of the emperor’s traditional role were relinquished following World War II, certain secret traditions held by the royal family became available. The Kototama principle is linked with the I Ching, Shintoism and the Kojiki, and is said to date back 4,000 years. According to the Kototama, the sounds are the most central essences, to which trigrams of the I Ching, numbers, elements, color, etc., are related. The sounds contain all the essential possibilities and 4 �thus together form a complete matrix or ‘mirror’ for reflecting almost any content. These sounds are the basis for building words regardless of the specific language. To draw an analogy with chemistry, sounds make up words as the elements make up molecules. Thus, in our framework, the sounds are related in a deep, essential, elemental way to the archetypes.1 The Kototama principle might explain John Cage’s experience of seeing music as an “activity of sounds” in which the artist finds a way to let the sounds be themselves. It also intimates the linguistic unconscious. A Spiritual Understanding Dom Bede Griffiths, an Oxford-educated, English Benedictine monk who founded a monastery/ashram in India in 1955, writes: . . . a Buddhist saying has it: ‘We use words to go beyond words and reach the wordless essence.’ Human language derives from the physical nature of man. ‘It was the nerves and not the intellect which created speech.’ 1 Wayne K. Detloff, “A Study of Authors with Reflections on Language and Jung’s Typology,” The Shaman from Elko: Papers in Honor of Joseph L. Henderson on His Seventyfifth Birthday (San Francisco: C.G. Jung Institute, 1978) 144. 5 �The word Brahman is said to derive from the root brh, which means to swell or to grow. This seems to have signified originally the rising of the word from the depths of the unconscious, the growth into consciousness.2 In their critical introduction to the Poems of Wang Wei, Willis and Tony Barnstone say that the voices one hears in this eighth-century Chinese poet are those one hears in absolute silence. For Wang Wei, silence was both a personal discipline and the issue of his poetry. Indeed, in Wang Wei’s poems there are three levels of silence. The first is the descriptive silence of the outer world. This quiet world is a precondition for the second silence that is spiritual, the silence of the mind. Which mind, purged of distractions, gives rise to the third silence, the silence of deepest meditation. “When thought stops, words halt, and we move through light toward absolute stillness.”3 When words are filled with silence, our ordinary understanding of what is needed to convey meaning completely changes. Some years ago I wrote a prose poem called “The Intimacy of the Silence.” My subject was saturated 2 Bede Griffiths, The Marriage of East and West (Springfield, IL: Templegate, 1982), 62-63. 3 Tony Barnstone & Willis Barnstone, trans., Poems of Wang Wei (Hanover, NH: University Press of New England, 1991) xliv. 6 �language and how the writer uses silence to fill her words. She infuses them with her own kind of silence and this is what creates her “voice.” Examples of saturated language from writers I admire are in italics: The Intimacy of the Silence To saturate is to satisfy fully to load to capacity to fill completely with something that permeates an indistinct plentitude which is empty. To saturate language a writer must silence herself so that the word pure passivity of being is. She stiffened a little on the kerb waiting for Durtnall’s van to pass.4 4 Virginia Woolf, Mrs. Dalloway. 7 �Blanchot explains that tone is not the writer’s voice, but the intimacy of the silence she imposes upon the word. He was gazing earnestly at the little boy.5 The silence is still his. He preserves himself within the work. At night she would doze off with morphine and my mother and Grandpa each drank in their separate rooms.6 5 6 Lady Murasaki, The Tale of Genji. Lucia Berlin, “Dr. H.A. Moynihan” from Phantom Pain. 8 �Silence is felt as concentration. There she was perched, never seeing him, waiting to cross very upright.7 Movement within something enclosed. A small action or detail with elaborate internal activity. Logic is tension and tension is transparent. He threw coffee on the fires, staining the plastic-soft floor deep cave brown.8 Breakups in a contextual, denotative or linguistic sense 7 8 Virginia Woolf, Mrs. Dalloway. Lucia Berlin, “Dr. H.A. Moynihan” from Phantom Pain. 9 �do not affect the stream of concentration continuity which pushes the skin of a word so that saturated it will stand alone. Don’t you notice something rather different about his eyes? 9 When silence is used to fill words, and the gaps between words, the ordinary understanding of what is needed to convey meaning entirely changes. Words stand alone. Sounds are (are allowed to be) themselves. Anything more weakens the message. A Psychological Understanding Heinz Kohut, an innovative psychoanalyst who came to the United States from Vienna during the Second World War, founded a new school within psychoanalysis called Self Psychology. (Self Psychology attaches greater 9 Lady Murasaki, The Tale of Genji. 10 �significance to the effect of relationships upon our development than the effect of so-called innate instincts like sex and aggression—Freud’s concerns). Kohut was keenly aware that the work of a great artist reflects the central psychological problems of his era. In the following passage from The Restoration of the Self, Kohut directly addresses the issue of fragmented language: . . . the emotional problems of modern man are shifting, and the great modern artists were the first to respond in depth to man’s new emotional task. Just as it is the understimulated child, the insufficiently responded-to child, the daughter deprived of an idealizable mother, the son deprived of an idealizable father . . . so it is the crumbling, decomposing, fragmenting, enfeebled self of this child and, later, the fragile, vulnerable, empty self of the adult that the great artists of the day describe . . . and that they try to heal. The musician of disordered sound, the poet of decomposed language, the painter and sculptor of the fragmented visual and tactile world: they all portray the breakup of the self and through the reassemblage and rearrangement of the fragments, try to create new structures that possess wholeness . . .10 10 Heinz Kohut, The Restoration of the Self (New York: International Universities Press, 1977) 286. 11 �Kohut points out that while the art of Henry Moore, O’Neill, Picasso, Stravinsky, Pound, and Kafka would have been unintelligible even a hundred years ago, today, precisely because of their intricate and nonsymmetrical order, we admire them for articulating the quality of our suffering. An Ecological Understanding Art, beauty and craft have always drawn on the self-organizing ‘wild’ side of language and mind. —Gary Snyder Gary Snyder claims that the fundamental nature of language is wild because “wild” is a name for the way that phenomena continually actualize themselves. Our ability to tune into that wildness—with greater and greater accuracy rendering it alive by depicting it in our self-reflections—ironically bespeaks of that very measure of health and wholeness, the lack of which so deeply concerns us. Our ability to stay present with the chaos may in the end be our salvation. Although it might seem interesting to delve further into a theoretical exploration of my poetry, it would actually be unhelpful. My work is rarely intellectually based. In fact my biggest responsibility to myself as a poet is to remain in the realm of the unknown. I don’t write what I already know, therefore I don’t write from an idea or concept or from any other analytical place. 12 �My writing arises, and I am constantly surprised by it. Here is a poem I would like to share. It illustrates how the linguistic unconscious arises in me.11 (As) on things which (headpiece) touches the Moslem (As) on things which (headpiece) touches the Moslem In who claim To hold (to) be form (dearest) Or even some grabbing to brace (to) be sectional protecting jacket Saw (too) to cling here chessmen Red air chews 11 In the original version of this talk, I read the poem to the audience. For readers of this essay I suggest reading the poem aloud, slowly. 13 �yes This queer bare mouth Ignites the mother beak Or man on the dais as its mother stroked it Mime is first Part mint part internal march quantity No guy Nor flaps of voice to part this So tentacles or them Retreat itself 14 �Chant wrought side Is lewd or solicits lewd The grit or hear Which comes student Vow & pick here Whereas derives stallion inside Exact were larvae also Eat line green on love The jut will hoarse Christ eventually Renunciant line excepts 15 �A dent from mouth Hand & mung born dark Dram nun To opens in a lower room Brittleness high love Bring the pull strains graced which vesicle Like hills leave to various hills This time the clasp food Or anniversary of a polite act Being a toy building from one kiln 16 �Hex these lake The crock the shepherd on her own children thankfully The woolly flesh Or part which stampedes even music basically And elegance its tenancy Doer logs ferrying cells A rung or yelling underneath the honey Tensile lowing most young Joins others I the unguent I 17 �Tubers & iron even to prepare this This elliptical weaning or long spaying sound Wheels all right this dark math earth Or widow’s phone As hover from the elbows is something growing Bittenness as monk Pat on this Taking one ignite Girl and no 18 �Bond to gum Intense from now The hoist pin Dawns or parson Or go god To swill could These pear and sand year Must sipping thinks Opaque strains together to clap Tries august Calf the inch Lady wife 19 �they fallen birds Crayons geese its unkind horse This alert dots12 12 Gail Sher, (As) on things which (headpiece) touches the Moslem (San Francisco: Square Zero Editions, 1982). 20 �Afterword This essay is based on a talk I gave at the School of Management and Strategic Studies at the Western Behavioral Sciences Institute in La Jolla, California in 1989. Though the school no longer exists, it made a pioneering attempt to introduce its unusual audience (business executives, military officers, research administrators and scholarship participants from the public sector) to innovative ways of thinking and knowing. I am indebted to Dr. Andrew Feenberg for inviting me to address this group. Where else could a poet grappling with the “linguistic unconscious” interface with generals and magnates from the business world? I was prepared for their skepticism, but shouldn’t have been surprised at their openness and receptivity: they were, after all, selected precisely for the creativity and non-conventionality they had demonstrated in their own fields. Although I was not able to articulate then what I might say now about how I work as a poet, much of what I said remains true of my practice and understanding today: 21 �—the Zen spirit of “just doing” (not knowing). —daily writing periods instead of formal zazen. —receiving what arises from levels of awareness that go beyond the personal to the collective. —using words stripped of their conventional, semantic understanding. —allowing the underlying “sound matrix,” the foundation of language, to manifest. —using words to go beyond words. —recognizing silence as both a “personal discipline and the issue of poetry.” —saturating language with one’s own silence. —fragmented language as an articulation of our psychological and social suffering, and an impulse toward its healing. —chaos in language as a reflection of the wildness of nature itself. Today I would simply say that I create space by making room for the mind to go to levels of understanding that language itself can’t get to. My words just barely don’t make sense. That creates a gap, a pause, and in the space of   “not understanding” a deeper realization can occur. 22 �My biggest responsibility as a poet hasn’t changed: it is still to remain in the silence of the unknown. 23 ��GAIL SHER Publications, 1981-2016 p r o s e b o o k s (print) Poetry, Zen and the Linguistic Unconscious. Emeryville, CA: Night Crane Press, 2016. Print. Writing the Fire: Yoga and the Art of Making Your Words Come Alive. New York: Random House/Bell Tower, 2006. Print. The Intuitive Writer: Listening to Your Own Voice. New York: Penguin, 2002. Print. One Continuous Mistake: Four Noble Truths for Writers. New York: Penguin, 1999. Print. From a Baker’s Kitchen: Techniques and Recipes for Quality Baking in the Home Kitchen. Twentieth Anniversary Edition. New York: Marlow & Co., 2004. Print. From a Baker’s Kitchen: Techniques and Recipes for Professional Quality Baking in the Home Kitchen. Berkeley: Aris Books, 1984. Print. 25 �p o e t r y b o o k s (print) [also online at gailsher.com] Five Haiku Narratives. Emeryville, CA: Night Crane Press, 2015. Print. Pale Sky. Emeryville, CA: Night Crane Press, 2015. Print. Ezekiel. Emeryville, CA: Night Crane Press, 2015. Print. Sunny Day, Spring. Emeryville, CA: Night Crane Press, 2014. Print. Mingling the Threefold Sky. Emeryville, CA: Night Crane Press, 2013. Print. The Twelve Nidānas. Emeryville, CA: Night Crane Press, 2012. Print. Figures in Blue. Emeryville, CA: Night Crane Press, 2012. Print. The Bardo Books. Emeryville, CA: Night Crane Press, 2011. Print. White Bird. Emeryville, CA: Night Crane Press, 2010. Print. Mother’s Warm Breath. Emeryville, CA: Night Crane Press, 2010. Print. The Tethering of Mind to Its Five Permanent Qualities. Emeryville, CA: Night Crane Press, 2009. Print. though actually it is the same earth. Emeryville, CA: Night Crane Press, 2008. Print. The Haiku Masters: Four Poetic Diaries. Emeryville, CA: Night Crane Press, 2008. Print. 26 �Who: A Licchavi. Emeryville, CA: Night Crane Press, 2007. Print. Calliope. Emeryville, CA: Night Crane Press, 2007. Print. old dri’s lament. Emeryville, CA: Night Crane Press, 2007. Print. The Copper Pheasant Ceases Its Call. Emeryville, CA: Night Crane Press, 2007. Print. East Wind Melts the Ice. Emeryville, CA: Night Crane Press, 2007. Print. Watching Slow Flowers. Emeryville, CA: Night Crane Press, 2006. Print. DOHĀ. Emeryville, CA: Night Crane Press, 2005. Print. RAGA. Emeryville, CA: Night Crane Press, 2004. Print. Once There Was Grass. Emeryville, CA: Night Crane Press, 2004. Print. redwing daylong daylong. Emeryville, CA: Night Crane Press, 2004. Print. Birds of Celtic Twilight: A Novel in Verse. Emeryville, CA: Night Crane Press, 2004. Print. Look at That Dog All Dressed Out in Plum Blossoms. Emeryville, CA: Night Crane Press, 2002. Print. Lines: The Life of a Laysan Albatross. Emeryville, CA: Night Crane Press, 2002. Print. Moon of the Swaying Buds. San Francisco: Edgework, 2002. Print. 27 �Moon of the Swaying Buds (Limited Edition). Emeryville, CA: Night Crane Press, 2001. Print. Fifty Jigsawed Bones: A Sea Turtle’s Life. Emeryville, CA: Night Crane Press, 2001. Print. Saffron Wings. Berkeley: Night Crane Press, 1998. Print. One bug . . . one mouth . . . snap! A Year in the Life of a Turtle. Berkeley: Night Crane Press, 1997. Print. Marginalia. Chicago: Rodent Press, 1997. Print. La. Boulder: Rodent Press, 1996. Print. Like a Crane at Night. Berkeley: Night Crane Press, 1996. Print Kuklos. Providence: Paradigm Press, 1995. Print. Cops. Berkeley: Little Dinosaur, 1988. Print. Broke Aide. Providence: Burning Deck, 1985. Print. Rouge to beak having me. Paris: Moving Letters Press, 1983. Print. (As) on things which (headpiece) touches the Moslem. San Francisco: Square Zero, 1982. Print. From another point of view the woman seems to be resting. San Francisco: Trike, 1982. Print. p e r i o d i c a ls & a n t h o l o g i e s (print) [also online at gailsher.com] “Excerpt from Blue.” Al-Mutanabbi Street Starts Here. Eds. Beau Beausoleil & Deema K. Shehabi. Oakland, CA: PM Press, 2012. 71. Print. 28 �“can’t touch you” [with David Rice]. The Tanka Journal 14. Tokyo: Nihon Kajin Club [Japan Tanka Poets’ Club], 1999. 10. Print. “Lovers” [nine poems]. Generator 8.1: A Magazine of International Experimental Visual and Language Material. Cleveland, OH: Generator Press, 1998. n.p. Print. “Autumn” [includes Japanese translation]. Ashiya International Haiku Festa 1998. [Award]. Ashiya, Hyogo, Japan: 1998. 36. Print. “Against the longed-for clouds” [with David Rice]. Tanka Splendor 1997. [Award]. Gualala, CA: AHA Books, 1997. n.p. Print. “Fallout.” [Honorable Mention]. Hiroshima Haiku and Tanka Competition, 1997. n.p. Print. “Silent snow.” One Breath: Haiku Society of America 1995 Members’ Anthology. New York: Haiku Society of America, 1996. 14. Print, “Basho.” Black Bough 8. Flemington, NJ: 1996. 5. Print. “The Paintings of Social Concern.” Juxta 4. Charlottesville, VA: 1996. n.p. Print. “Wipers steady,” “Home at last,” “Night Falls” [corrected version]. Frogpond 19.1. New York: Haiku Society of America, 1996. 8, 20, 52. Print. “Innocent Diversions” Chain 3. Special Topic: Hybrid Genres/Mixed Media. Buffalo: 1996. 183-188. Print. “Night falls,” Woodnotes 28. [Associate Editor: Gail Sher]. Foster City, CA, Spring 1996. 9. Print. 29 �“The boy dozes,” “Winter sun.” Woodnotes 29 [Associate Editor: Gail Sher]. Foster City, CA, Summer, 1996. 10, 22. Print. “George Tooker: Marginalia” [excerpt]. Big Allis 7. Brooklyn: 1996. 30-33. Print. “Autumn leaves.” Ant 3: A Periodical of Autochthonous Poetry & Other Conundrums. Oakland, CA, Summer 1996. n.p. Print. “Resurrection,” “The Seven Sacraments.” Raddle Moon 15. Vancouver, BC, Canada, 1996. 113-118. Print. “Noisy city.” Raw NerVZ 2.4. Aylmer, QC, Canada: Proof Press, Winter 1995-96. 29. Print. “Winds blow briskly this evening.” Five Lines Down: A Tanka Journal. Redwood City, CA: Winter 1995. 12. Print. “Even in his company,” “The wind blows stronger.” Woodnotes, 25. San Francisco: Haiku Poets of Northern California, Summer 1995. 8, 13. Print. “Cross-legged I sit.” Ant 2. Oakland, CA: Summer 1995. n.p. Print. “Home at last” [includes Japanese translation]. Basho Festival Dedicatory Anthology. [Award]. Ueno City, Mie Prefecture, Japan: Master Basho Museum, 1995. n.p. Print. “Night falls.” Woodnotes 26. San Francisco: Haiku Poets of Northern California, Autumn 1995. 24. Print. “Snow buries,” “ A train whistle blows,” “Tassajara Summer 1969.” Woodnotes 27. San Francisco: Haiku Poets of Northern California, Winter 1995. 17, 31, 41. Print. 30 �“Folding its wings.” Modern Haiku, 26.1. Madison, WI: 1995. 10. Print. “Sudden squall,” “Misty rain.” Frogpond 18.3. New York, NY: Haiku Society of America, Autumn 1995. 22, 37. Print. “Night Falls.” Frogpond 18.4. New York, NY: Haiku Society of America, Winter 1995. 21. Print. “Silent snow.” Woodnotes 23. San Francisco: Haiku Poets of Northern California, Winter 1994. 5. Print. “La” [excerpt]. Big Allis 5. New York, 1992. 34-41. Print. “Ex voto” [excerpt from Broke Aide (1985) translated into French by Pierre Alferi & Joseph Simas]. 49+1: Nouveaux Poètes Américains. Eds. Emmanuel Hocquard & Claude Royet-Journoud. Royaumont (France): 1991. 222-223. Print. “Osiris co rider” [from “Kuklos”]. Gallery Works 8. Aptos, CA: 1991. n.p. Print. “Tamarind Esau” [from “Kuklos”]. Big Allis 1. New York: 1989. Print. “W/” Abacus 35. Elmwood, CT: Potes & Poets Press: 1988. n.p. Print. “The Fasting Spirit.” [review essay on anorexia nervosa, with excerpts from “Moon of the Swaying Buds”]. The San Francisco Jung Institute Library Journal, 8:2. San Francisco: 1988. 61-80. Print. “Cops” [excerpt read by Gail Sher at UCSD November 24, 1987]. Archive Newsletter: The Archive of New Poetry. San Diego: University of California, 1987. 12-14. Print. 31 �“Cops” [excerpt]. Writing 18. Vancouver BC, Canada: 1987. Print. Ten poems. Gallery Works 7. Norwalk, CT: 1987. n.p. Print. “The Lanyard.” Notus: New Writing, 1:1. Ann Arbor: 1986. 13-21. Print. “Which Collateral Bends the Sea,” “Deft and Resilient.” Gallery Works 6. Bronx, NY: 1984. n.p. Print. Poems. Credences: A Journal of Twentieth Century Poetry and Poetics, New Series 3:1. Buffalo: State University of New York, 1984. 84-88. Print. “From Another Point of View the Woman Seems To Be Resting.” Credences: A Journal of Twentieth Century Poetry and Poetics, New Series 2:1, Buffalo: State University of New York, 1982. 9-11. Print. “Suppose deeply offers up.” Hambone 2. Santa Cruz, CA, 1982. 18-22. Print. “River the Office My Own,” “Lord and Give the Necklace Back.” Gallery Works 5. Bronx, NY: 1981. n.p. Print. Poems. Gnome Baker 7 & 8 (1981): n.p. [10 pages]. Print. Nine Pieces. 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Description An account of the resource Collection of photographs from the 1915 book, "Beautiful Buffalo Homes." Creator An entity primarily responsible for making the resource Hubbell, Mark H. Source A related resource from which the described resource is derived Beautiful homes of Buffalo : illustrated / edited and prepared by Mark H. Hubbell Publisher An entity responsible for making the resource available <span>Buffalo Truth Publishing Company ; State University of New York at Buffalo. University Archives</span> Date A point or period of time associated with an event in the lifecycle of the resource 1915 Contributor An entity responsible for making contributions to the resource State University of New York at Buffalo. University Archives Rights Information about rights held in and over the resource COPYRIGHT NOT EVALUATED. The copyright and related rights status of this Item has not been evaluated. 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Access Rights may include information regarding access or restrictions based on privacy, security, or other policies. No known restrictions on publication. Identifier An unambiguous reference to the resource within a given context LIB-UA039 Still Image A static visual representation. Examples of still images are: paintings, drawings, graphic designs, plans and maps. Recommended best practice is to assign the type "text" to images of textual materials. Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource A scene in Delaware Park Creator An entity primarily responsible for making the resource Hubbell, Mark H. Source A related resource from which the described resource is derived Beautiful homes of Buffalo : illustrated / edited and prepared by Mark H. Hubbell State University of New York at Buffalo. University Archives Date A point or period of time associated with an event in the lifecycle of the resource 1915 Date Created Date of creation of the resource. 2016-04-22 Format The file format, physical medium, or dimensions of the resource Image/jpeg Identifier An unambiguous reference to the resource within a given context LIB-UA039_p005 Publisher An entity responsible for making the resource available Buffalo Truth Publishing Company State University of New York at Buffalo. University Libraries Subject The topic of the resource Buffalo (N.Y.) Parks--New York (State)--Buffalo Description An account of the resource A stone arch bridge covered in dense vegetation spans a pathway. The archway creates a shaded tunnel, with sunlight illuminating the path beyond. Grass and shrubs grow along both sides of the approach. The description and alternative text may have been partially generated using an AI tool and may contain errors or omissions. Language A language of the resource eng Type The nature or genre of the resource Image Is Part Of A related resource in which the described resource is physically or logically included. Beautiful homes of Buffalo / edited and prepared by Mark H. Hubbell. F129.B843 B4 1915 Beautiful Buffalo Homes. LIB-UA039 Rights Information about rights held in and over the resource <a href="https://rightsstatements.org/page/CNE/1.0/">COPYRIGHT NOT EVALUATED</a>. The copyright and related rights status of this Item has not been evaluated. Please refer to the organization that has made the Item available for more information. You are free to use this Item in any way that is permitted by the copyright and related rights legislation that applies to your use. This digital collection is made available for research and educational purposes. Researchers are responsible for determining copyright status, and securing permissions for use and publication of any material. 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For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Description An account of the resource Stone house with steep gables, tall windows, and ivy-covered facade, framed by trees. Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource Beautiful Buffalo Homes Subject The topic of the resource Buffalo (N.Y.) Description An account of the resource Collection of photographs from the 1915 book, "Beautiful Buffalo Homes." Creator An entity primarily responsible for making the resource Hubbell, Mark H. Source A related resource from which the described resource is derived Beautiful homes of Buffalo : illustrated / edited and prepared by Mark H. Hubbell Publisher An entity responsible for making the resource available <span>Buffalo Truth Publishing Company ; State University of New York at Buffalo. University Archives</span> Date A point or period of time associated with an event in the lifecycle of the resource 1915 Contributor An entity responsible for making contributions to the resource State University of New York at Buffalo. University Archives Rights Information about rights held in and over the resource COPYRIGHT NOT EVALUATED. The copyright and related rights status of this Item has not been evaluated. Please refer to the organization that has made the Item available for more information. You are free to use this Item in any way that is permitted by the copyright and related rights legislation that applies to your use. https://rightsstatements.org/page/CNE/1.0/ This digital collection is made available for research and educational purposes. Researchers are responsible for determining copyright status, and securing permissions for use and publication of any material. Copyright for items in this collection may be held by the creators, their heirs, or assigns. 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Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource Home of Willis O. Chapin, 1205 Delaware Avenue. Creator An entity primarily responsible for making the resource Hubbell, Mark H. Source A related resource from which the described resource is derived Beautiful homes of Buffalo : illustrated / edited and prepared by Mark H. Hubbell State University of New York at Buffalo. University Archives Date A point or period of time associated with an event in the lifecycle of the resource 1915 Date Created Date of creation of the resource. 2016-04-22 Format The file format, physical medium, or dimensions of the resource Image/jpeg Identifier An unambiguous reference to the resource within a given context LIB-UA039_p006 Publisher An entity responsible for making the resource available Buffalo Truth Publishing Company State University of New York at Buffalo. University Libraries Subject The topic of the resource Chapin, Willis O. (Willis Ormel), 1860-1917 Buffalo (N.Y.)--Buildings, structures, etc. Description An account of the resource A large two-and-a-half-story stone house with steep gabled roofs is framed by trees and landscaping. The facade features tall rectangular windows in symmetrical rows, with ivy climbing along parts of the walls. Walkways lead from the sidewalk to the entrances, and pergola-style structures extend from both sides of the house. The description and alternative text may have been partially generated using an AI tool and may contain errors or omissions. Language A language of the resource eng Type The nature or genre of the resource Image Is Part Of A related resource in which the described resource is physically or logically included. Beautiful homes of Buffalo / edited and prepared by Mark H. Hubbell. F129.B843 B4 1915 Beautiful Buffalo Homes. LIB-UA039 Rights Information about rights held in and over the resource <a href="https://rightsstatements.org/page/CNE/1.0/">COPYRIGHT NOT EVALUATED</a>. The copyright and related rights status of this Item has not been evaluated. Please refer to the organization that has made the Item available for more information. You are free to use this Item in any way that is permitted by the copyright and related rights legislation that applies to your use. This digital collection is made available for research and educational purposes. 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Title A name given to the resource Beautiful Buffalo Homes Subject The topic of the resource Buffalo (N.Y.) Description An account of the resource Collection of photographs from the 1915 book, "Beautiful Buffalo Homes." Creator An entity primarily responsible for making the resource Hubbell, Mark H. Source A related resource from which the described resource is derived Beautiful homes of Buffalo : illustrated / edited and prepared by Mark H. Hubbell Publisher An entity responsible for making the resource available <span>Buffalo Truth Publishing Company ; State University of New York at Buffalo. University Archives</span> Date A point or period of time associated with an event in the lifecycle of the resource 1915 Contributor An entity responsible for making contributions to the resource State University of New York at Buffalo. University Archives Rights Information about rights held in and over the resource COPYRIGHT NOT EVALUATED. 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Access Rights Information about who can access the resource or an indication of its security status. Access Rights may include information regarding access or restrictions based on privacy, security, or other policies. No known restrictions on publication. Identifier An unambiguous reference to the resource within a given context LIB-UA039 Still Image A static visual representation. Examples of still images are: paintings, drawings, graphic designs, plans and maps. Recommended best practice is to assign the type "text" to images of textual materials. Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource Home of Edgar B. Stevens, 140 Lincoln Parkway. Creator An entity primarily responsible for making the resource Hubbell, Mark H. Source A related resource from which the described resource is derived Beautiful homes of Buffalo : illustrated / edited and prepared by Mark H. Hubbell State University of New York at Buffalo. University Archives Date A point or period of time associated with an event in the lifecycle of the resource 1915 Date Created Date of creation of the resource. 2016-04-22 Format The file format, physical medium, or dimensions of the resource Image/jpeg Identifier An unambiguous reference to the resource within a given context LIB-UA039_p008 Publisher An entity responsible for making the resource available Buffalo Truth Publishing Company State University of New York at Buffalo. University Libraries Description An account of the resource President of Wood Products Company. A large three-story brick house with dormer windows and a steep roofline stands on a landscaped lot. The front features a covered porch with striped awnings, tall rectangular windows with decorative trim, and a central walkway leading to the entrance. A driveway extends to a detached rear building with a garage door. The description and alternative text may have been partially generated using an AI tool and may contain errors or omissions. Subject The topic of the resource Stevens, Edgar B. Buffalo (N.Y.)--Buildings, structures, etc. Language A language of the resource eng Type The nature or genre of the resource Image Is Part Of A related resource in which the described resource is physically or logically included. Beautiful homes of Buffalo / edited and prepared by Mark H. Hubbell. F129.B843 B4 1915 Beautiful Buffalo Homes. LIB-UA039 Rights Information about rights held in and over the resource <a href="https://rightsstatements.org/page/CNE/1.0/">COPYRIGHT NOT EVALUATED</a>. The copyright and related rights status of this Item has not been evaluated. 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Description An account of the resource Collection of photographs from the 1915 book, "Beautiful Buffalo Homes." Creator An entity primarily responsible for making the resource Hubbell, Mark H. Source A related resource from which the described resource is derived Beautiful homes of Buffalo : illustrated / edited and prepared by Mark H. Hubbell Publisher An entity responsible for making the resource available <span>Buffalo Truth Publishing Company ; State University of New York at Buffalo. University Archives</span> Date A point or period of time associated with an event in the lifecycle of the resource 1915 Contributor An entity responsible for making contributions to the resource State University of New York at Buffalo. University Archives Rights Information about rights held in and over the resource COPYRIGHT NOT EVALUATED. The copyright and related rights status of this Item has not been evaluated. 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Access Rights may include information regarding access or restrictions based on privacy, security, or other policies. No known restrictions on publication. Identifier An unambiguous reference to the resource within a given context LIB-UA039 Still Image A static visual representation. Examples of still images are: paintings, drawings, graphic designs, plans and maps. Recommended best practice is to assign the type "text" to images of textual materials. Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource Home of George E. Pierce, 107 Starin Avenue. Creator An entity primarily responsible for making the resource Hubbell, Mark H. Source A related resource from which the described resource is derived Beautiful homes of Buffalo : illustrated / edited and prepared by Mark H. Hubbell State University of New York at Buffalo. University Archives Date A point or period of time associated with an event in the lifecycle of the resource 1915 Date Created Date of creation of the resource. 2016-04-22 Format The file format, physical medium, or dimensions of the resource Image/jpeg Identifier An unambiguous reference to the resource within a given context LIB-UA039_p009 Publisher An entity responsible for making the resource available Buffalo Truth Publishing Company State University of New York at Buffalo. University Libraries Description An account of the resource Owner of Evans Elevator-- General Manager of the Wheeler Elevator and Monarch Elevator. A two-story brick house with a hipped roof and wide overhanging eaves stands on a landscaped lot. The front features a large porch with decorative woodwork, a chimney rising along the side, and dormer windows on the upper floor. A detached garage with a similar roof style is visible to the left. The description and alternative text may have been partially generated using an AI tool and may contain errors or omissions. Subject The topic of the resource Pierce, George E. Buffalo (N.Y.)--Buildings, structures, etc. Language A language of the resource eng Type The nature or genre of the resource Image Is Part Of A related resource in which the described resource is physically or logically included. Beautiful homes of Buffalo / edited and prepared by Mark H. Hubbell. F129.B843 B4 1915 Beautiful Buffalo Homes. LIB-UA039 Rights Information about rights held in and over the resource <a href="https://rightsstatements.org/page/CNE/1.0/">COPYRIGHT NOT EVALUATED</a>. The copyright and related rights status of this Item has not been evaluated. Please refer to the organization that has made the Item available for more information. You are free to use this Item in any way that is permitted by the copyright and related rights legislation that applies to your use. 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Title A name given to the resource Beautiful Buffalo Homes Subject The topic of the resource Buffalo (N.Y.) Description An account of the resource Collection of photographs from the 1915 book, "Beautiful Buffalo Homes." Creator An entity primarily responsible for making the resource Hubbell, Mark H. Source A related resource from which the described resource is derived Beautiful homes of Buffalo : illustrated / edited and prepared by Mark H. Hubbell Publisher An entity responsible for making the resource available <span>Buffalo Truth Publishing Company ; State University of New York at Buffalo. University Archives</span> Date A point or period of time associated with an event in the lifecycle of the resource 1915 Contributor An entity responsible for making contributions to the resource State University of New York at Buffalo. University Archives Rights Information about rights held in and over the resource COPYRIGHT NOT EVALUATED. 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Access Rights Information about who can access the resource or an indication of its security status. Access Rights may include information regarding access or restrictions based on privacy, security, or other policies. No known restrictions on publication. Identifier An unambiguous reference to the resource within a given context LIB-UA039 Still Image A static visual representation. Examples of still images are: paintings, drawings, graphic designs, plans and maps. Recommended best practice is to assign the type "text" to images of textual materials. Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource Home of Harry D. Williams, 60 Oakland Place. Creator An entity primarily responsible for making the resource Hubbell, Mark H. Source A related resource from which the described resource is derived Beautiful homes of Buffalo : illustrated / edited and prepared by Mark H. Hubbell State University of New York at Buffalo. University Archives Date A point or period of time associated with an event in the lifecycle of the resource 1915 Date Created Date of creation of the resource. 2016-04-22 Format The file format, physical medium, or dimensions of the resource Image/jpeg Identifier An unambiguous reference to the resource within a given context LIB-UA039_p010 Publisher An entity responsible for making the resource available Buffalo Truth Publishing Company State University of New York at Buffalo. University Libraries Subject The topic of the resource Williams, Harry D. Buffalo (N.Y.)--Buildings, structures, etc. Description An account of the resource A large house with steeply pitched rooflines is heavily covered in ivy, obscuring much of its stone and shingle exterior. The front features a broad porch supported by stone columns, with an attached covered walkway extending across the driveway. A central path leads from the sidewalk to the entrance, framed by trees and landscaping. The description and alternative text may have been partially generated using an AI tool and may contain errors or omissions. Language A language of the resource eng Type The nature or genre of the resource Image Is Part Of A related resource in which the described resource is physically or logically included. Beautiful homes of Buffalo / edited and prepared by Mark H. Hubbell. F129.B843 B4 1915 Beautiful Buffalo Homes. LIB-UA039 Rights Information about rights held in and over the resource <a href="https://rightsstatements.org/page/CNE/1.0/">COPYRIGHT NOT EVALUATED</a>. The copyright and related rights status of this Item has not been evaluated. Please refer to the organization that has made the Item available for more information. 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Title A name given to the resource Beautiful Buffalo Homes Subject The topic of the resource Buffalo (N.Y.) Description An account of the resource Collection of photographs from the 1915 book, "Beautiful Buffalo Homes." Creator An entity primarily responsible for making the resource Hubbell, Mark H. Source A related resource from which the described resource is derived Beautiful homes of Buffalo : illustrated / edited and prepared by Mark H. Hubbell Publisher An entity responsible for making the resource available <span>Buffalo Truth Publishing Company ; State University of New York at Buffalo. University Archives</span> Date A point or period of time associated with an event in the lifecycle of the resource 1915 Contributor An entity responsible for making contributions to the resource State University of New York at Buffalo. University Archives Rights Information about rights held in and over the resource COPYRIGHT NOT EVALUATED. 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Access Rights Information about who can access the resource or an indication of its security status. Access Rights may include information regarding access or restrictions based on privacy, security, or other policies. No known restrictions on publication. Identifier An unambiguous reference to the resource within a given context LIB-UA039 Still Image A static visual representation. Examples of still images are: paintings, drawings, graphic designs, plans and maps. Recommended best practice is to assign the type "text" to images of textual materials. Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource Home of Albert J. DeLaplante, 142 Soldier's Place. Creator An entity primarily responsible for making the resource Hubbell, Mark H. Source A related resource from which the described resource is derived Beautiful homes of Buffalo : illustrated / edited and prepared by Mark H. Hubbell State University of New York at Buffalo. University Archives Date A point or period of time associated with an event in the lifecycle of the resource 1915 Date Created Date of creation of the resource. 2016-04-22 Format The file format, physical medium, or dimensions of the resource Image/jpeg Identifier An unambiguous reference to the resource within a given context LIB-UA039_p011 Publisher An entity responsible for making the resource available Buffalo Truth Publishing Company State University of New York at Buffalo. University Libraries Subject The topic of the resource DeLaplante, Albert J. Buffalo (N.Y.)--Buildings, structures, etc. Description An account of the resource A large Tudor-style house with steeply pitched gables and decorative half-timbering stands on a landscaped lot. The front features a wide columned porch with a balustrade above, ivy covering parts of the facade, and tall chimneys rising from the roof. A central walkway leads from the sidewalk to the entrance. The description and alternative text may have been partially generated using an AI tool and may contain errors or omissions. Language A language of the resource eng Type The nature or genre of the resource Image Is Part Of A related resource in which the described resource is physically or logically included. Beautiful homes of Buffalo / edited and prepared by Mark H. Hubbell. F129.B843 B4 1915 Beautiful Buffalo Homes. LIB-UA039 Rights Information about rights held in and over the resource <a href="https://rightsstatements.org/page/CNE/1.0/">COPYRIGHT NOT EVALUATED</a>. The copyright and related rights status of this Item has not been evaluated. Please refer to the organization that has made the Item available for more information. 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Title A name given to the resource Beautiful Buffalo Homes Subject The topic of the resource Buffalo (N.Y.) Description An account of the resource Collection of photographs from the 1915 book, "Beautiful Buffalo Homes." Creator An entity primarily responsible for making the resource Hubbell, Mark H. Source A related resource from which the described resource is derived Beautiful homes of Buffalo : illustrated / edited and prepared by Mark H. Hubbell Publisher An entity responsible for making the resource available <span>Buffalo Truth Publishing Company ; State University of New York at Buffalo. University Archives</span> Date A point or period of time associated with an event in the lifecycle of the resource 1915 Contributor An entity responsible for making contributions to the resource State University of New York at Buffalo. University Archives Rights Information about rights held in and over the resource COPYRIGHT NOT EVALUATED. 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Access Rights Information about who can access the resource or an indication of its security status. Access Rights may include information regarding access or restrictions based on privacy, security, or other policies. No known restrictions on publication. Identifier An unambiguous reference to the resource within a given context LIB-UA039 Still Image A static visual representation. Examples of still images are: paintings, drawings, graphic designs, plans and maps. Recommended best practice is to assign the type "text" to images of textual materials. Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource Home of Louis R. Davidson, 24 Lincoln Parkway. Creator An entity primarily responsible for making the resource Hubbell, Mark H. Source A related resource from which the described resource is derived Beautiful homes of Buffalo : illustrated / edited and prepared by Mark H. Hubbell State University of New York at Buffalo. University Archives Date A point or period of time associated with an event in the lifecycle of the resource 1915 Date Created Date of creation of the resource. 2016-04-22 Format The file format, physical medium, or dimensions of the resource Image/jpeg Identifier An unambiguous reference to the resource within a given context LIB-UA039_p012 Publisher An entity responsible for making the resource available Buffalo Truth Publishing Company State University of New York at Buffalo. University Libraries Subject The topic of the resource Davidson, Louis R. Buffalo (N.Y.)--Buildings, structures, etc. Description An account of the resource A two-story stucco house with wide overhanging eaves and a low-pitched roof is shown on a corner lot. The structure features covered porches with tile roofs supported by brick columns, and a detached garage with a matching roof is visible to the right. A tree and sidewalks frame the property in the foreground. The description and alternative text may have been partially generated using an AI tool and may contain errors or omissions. Language A language of the resource eng Type The nature or genre of the resource Image Is Part Of A related resource in which the described resource is physically or logically included. Beautiful homes of Buffalo / edited and prepared by Mark H. Hubbell. F129.B843 B4 1915 Beautiful Buffalo Homes. LIB-UA039 Rights Information about rights held in and over the resource <a href="https://rightsstatements.org/page/CNE/1.0/">COPYRIGHT NOT EVALUATED</a>. The copyright and related rights status of this Item has not been evaluated. Please refer to the organization that has made the Item available for more information. 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Title A name given to the resource Beautiful Buffalo Homes Subject The topic of the resource Buffalo (N.Y.) Description An account of the resource Collection of photographs from the 1915 book, "Beautiful Buffalo Homes." Creator An entity primarily responsible for making the resource Hubbell, Mark H. Source A related resource from which the described resource is derived Beautiful homes of Buffalo : illustrated / edited and prepared by Mark H. Hubbell Publisher An entity responsible for making the resource available <span>Buffalo Truth Publishing Company ; State University of New York at Buffalo. University Archives</span> Date A point or period of time associated with an event in the lifecycle of the resource 1915 Contributor An entity responsible for making contributions to the resource State University of New York at Buffalo. University Archives Rights Information about rights held in and over the resource COPYRIGHT NOT EVALUATED. 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Access Rights Information about who can access the resource or an indication of its security status. Access Rights may include information regarding access or restrictions based on privacy, security, or other policies. No known restrictions on publication. Identifier An unambiguous reference to the resource within a given context LIB-UA039 Still Image A static visual representation. Examples of still images are: paintings, drawings, graphic designs, plans and maps. Recommended best practice is to assign the type "text" to images of textual materials. Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource Home of William Lansill, 277 Depew Avenue. Creator An entity primarily responsible for making the resource Hubbell, Mark H. Source A related resource from which the described resource is derived Beautiful homes of Buffalo : illustrated / edited and prepared by Mark H. Hubbell State University of New York at Buffalo. University Archives Date A point or period of time associated with an event in the lifecycle of the resource 1915 Date Created Date of creation of the resource. 2016-04-22 Format The file format, physical medium, or dimensions of the resource Image/jpeg Identifier An unambiguous reference to the resource within a given context LIB-UA039_p013 Publisher An entity responsible for making the resource available Buffalo Truth Publishing Company State University of New York at Buffalo. University Libraries Description An account of the resource Broker, Vice-President of the Union Stock Yards Bank. A large three-story house with a steeply pitched roof and wood siding stands behind a lawn and trees. The front features a wide wraparound porch with stone supports and columns, and steps leading up to the entrance. Sidewalks frame the property, and neighboring houses are visible in the background. The description and alternative text may have been partially generated using an AI tool and may contain errors or omissions. Subject The topic of the resource Lansill, William Buffalo (N.Y.)--Buildings, structures, etc. Language A language of the resource eng Type The nature or genre of the resource Image Is Part Of A related resource in which the described resource is physically or logically included. Beautiful homes of Buffalo / edited and prepared by Mark H. Hubbell. F129.B843 B4 1915 Beautiful Buffalo Homes. LIB-UA039 Rights Information about rights held in and over the resource <a href="https://rightsstatements.org/page/CNE/1.0/">COPYRIGHT NOT EVALUATED</a>. The copyright and related rights status of this Item has not been evaluated. 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Title A name given to the resource Beautiful Buffalo Homes Subject The topic of the resource Buffalo (N.Y.) Description An account of the resource Collection of photographs from the 1915 book, "Beautiful Buffalo Homes." Creator An entity primarily responsible for making the resource Hubbell, Mark H. Source A related resource from which the described resource is derived Beautiful homes of Buffalo : illustrated / edited and prepared by Mark H. Hubbell Publisher An entity responsible for making the resource available <span>Buffalo Truth Publishing Company ; State University of New York at Buffalo. University Archives</span> Date A point or period of time associated with an event in the lifecycle of the resource 1915 Contributor An entity responsible for making contributions to the resource State University of New York at Buffalo. University Archives Rights Information about rights held in and over the resource COPYRIGHT NOT EVALUATED. 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Access Rights Information about who can access the resource or an indication of its security status. Access Rights may include information regarding access or restrictions based on privacy, security, or other policies. No known restrictions on publication. Identifier An unambiguous reference to the resource within a given context LIB-UA039 Still Image A static visual representation. Examples of still images are: paintings, drawings, graphic designs, plans and maps. Recommended best practice is to assign the type "text" to images of textual materials. Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource Home of Mrs. Judson B. Andrews, 90 Soldier's Place. Creator An entity primarily responsible for making the resource Hubbell, Mark H. Source A related resource from which the described resource is derived Beautiful homes of Buffalo : illustrated / edited and prepared by Mark H. Hubbell State University of New York at Buffalo. University Archives Date A point or period of time associated with an event in the lifecycle of the resource 1915 Date Created Date of creation of the resource. 2016-04-22 Format The file format, physical medium, or dimensions of the resource Image/jpeg Identifier An unambiguous reference to the resource within a given context LIB-UA039_p014 Publisher An entity responsible for making the resource available Buffalo Truth Publishing Company State University of New York at Buffalo. University Libraries Subject The topic of the resource Andrews, J. B. (Judson Boardman), 1834-1894 Andrews, Mrs. Judson B. Buffalo (N.Y.)--Buildings, structures, etc. Description An account of the resource A large brick house with three stories and dormer windows sits behind trees along a sidewalk. The structure features symmetrical gabled sections, arched windows with decorative trim, and a columned entrance with steps leading up. A balcony with a balustrade extends above the porch on the right side. The description and alternative text may have been partially generated using an AI tool and may contain errors or omissions. Language A language of the resource eng Type The nature or genre of the resource Image Is Part Of A related resource in which the described resource is physically or logically included. Beautiful homes of Buffalo / edited and prepared by Mark H. Hubbell. F129.B843 B4 1915 Beautiful Buffalo Homes. LIB-UA039 Rights Information about rights held in and over the resource <a href="https://rightsstatements.org/page/CNE/1.0/">COPYRIGHT NOT EVALUATED</a>. The copyright and related rights status of this Item has not been evaluated. Please refer to the organization that has made the Item available for more information. 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Title A name given to the resource Beautiful Buffalo Homes Subject The topic of the resource Buffalo (N.Y.) Description An account of the resource Collection of photographs from the 1915 book, "Beautiful Buffalo Homes." Creator An entity primarily responsible for making the resource Hubbell, Mark H. Source A related resource from which the described resource is derived Beautiful homes of Buffalo : illustrated / edited and prepared by Mark H. Hubbell Publisher An entity responsible for making the resource available <span>Buffalo Truth Publishing Company ; State University of New York at Buffalo. University Archives</span> Date A point or period of time associated with an event in the lifecycle of the resource 1915 Contributor An entity responsible for making contributions to the resource State University of New York at Buffalo. University Archives Rights Information about rights held in and over the resource COPYRIGHT NOT EVALUATED. 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Access Rights Information about who can access the resource or an indication of its security status. Access Rights may include information regarding access or restrictions based on privacy, security, or other policies. No known restrictions on publication. Identifier An unambiguous reference to the resource within a given context LIB-UA039 Still Image A static visual representation. Examples of still images are: paintings, drawings, graphic designs, plans and maps. Recommended best practice is to assign the type "text" to images of textual materials. Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource Home of Samuel J. Dark, 93 Windsor Avenue. Creator An entity primarily responsible for making the resource Hubbell, Mark H. Source A related resource from which the described resource is derived Beautiful homes of Buffalo : illustrated / edited and prepared by Mark H. Hubbell State University of New York at Buffalo. University Archives Date A point or period of time associated with an event in the lifecycle of the resource 1915 Date Created Date of creation of the resource. 2016-04-22 Format The file format, physical medium, or dimensions of the resource Image/jpeg Identifier An unambiguous reference to the resource within a given context LIB-UA039_p015b Publisher An entity responsible for making the resource available Buffalo Truth Publishing Company State University of New York at Buffalo. University Libraries Description An account of the resource Secretary of the Buffalo Dredging Company and German Rock Asphalt Company. A large three-story house with a gabled roof is partly obscured by trees. The front features a wide wraparound porch with striped awnings and railings, and a central walkway leads from the sidewalk to the entrance. A lamppost stands on the right side near the curb. The description and alternative text may have been partially generated using an AI tool and may contain errors or omissions. Subject The topic of the resource Dark, Samuel J. Buffalo (N.Y.)--Buildings, structures, etc. Language A language of the resource eng Type The nature or genre of the resource Image Is Part Of A related resource in which the described resource is physically or logically included. Beautiful homes of Buffalo / edited and prepared by Mark H. Hubbell. F129.B843 B4 1915 Beautiful Buffalo Homes. LIB-UA039 Rights Information about rights held in and over the resource <a href="https://rightsstatements.org/page/CNE/1.0/">COPYRIGHT NOT EVALUATED</a>. The copyright and related rights status of this Item has not been evaluated. 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Title A name given to the resource Beautiful Buffalo Homes Subject The topic of the resource Buffalo (N.Y.) Description An account of the resource Collection of photographs from the 1915 book, "Beautiful Buffalo Homes." Creator An entity primarily responsible for making the resource Hubbell, Mark H. Source A related resource from which the described resource is derived Beautiful homes of Buffalo : illustrated / edited and prepared by Mark H. Hubbell Publisher An entity responsible for making the resource available <span>Buffalo Truth Publishing Company ; State University of New York at Buffalo. University Archives</span> Date A point or period of time associated with an event in the lifecycle of the resource 1915 Contributor An entity responsible for making contributions to the resource State University of New York at Buffalo. University Archives Rights Information about rights held in and over the resource COPYRIGHT NOT EVALUATED. 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Access Rights Information about who can access the resource or an indication of its security status. Access Rights may include information regarding access or restrictions based on privacy, security, or other policies. No known restrictions on publication. Identifier An unambiguous reference to the resource within a given context LIB-UA039 Still Image A static visual representation. Examples of still images are: paintings, drawings, graphic designs, plans and maps. Recommended best practice is to assign the type "text" to images of textual materials. Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource Home of Edward S. Warren, 20 Lincoln Parkway. Creator An entity primarily responsible for making the resource Hubbell, Mark H. Source A related resource from which the described resource is derived Beautiful homes of Buffalo : illustrated / edited and prepared by Mark H. Hubbell State University of New York at Buffalo. University Archives Date A point or period of time associated with an event in the lifecycle of the resource 1915 Date Created Date of creation of the resource. 2016-04-22 Format The file format, physical medium, or dimensions of the resource Image/jpeg Identifier An unambiguous reference to the resource within a given context LIB-UA039_p016 Publisher An entity responsible for making the resource available Buffalo Truth Publishing Company State University of New York at Buffalo. University Libraries Subject The topic of the resource Warren, Edward S. Buffalo (N.Y.)--Buildings, structures, etc. Description An account of the resource A large Tudor-style house with steeply pitched gables and half-timbered detailing dominates the scene. The upper windows have striped awnings, and the front features a broad porch with stone pillars and a partial brick base. A tall brick chimney rises from the roof, and shrubs line the walkway leading to the entrance. The description and alternative text may have been partially generated using an AI tool and may contain errors or omissions. Language A language of the resource eng Type The nature or genre of the resource Image Is Part Of A related resource in which the described resource is physically or logically included. Beautiful homes of Buffalo / edited and prepared by Mark H. Hubbell. F129.B843 B4 1915 Beautiful Buffalo Homes. LIB-UA039 Rights Information about rights held in and over the resource <a href="https://rightsstatements.org/page/CNE/1.0/">COPYRIGHT NOT EVALUATED</a>. The copyright and related rights status of this Item has not been evaluated. Please refer to the organization that has made the Item available for more information. 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Title A name given to the resource Beautiful Buffalo Homes Subject The topic of the resource Buffalo (N.Y.) Description An account of the resource Collection of photographs from the 1915 book, "Beautiful Buffalo Homes." Creator An entity primarily responsible for making the resource Hubbell, Mark H. Source A related resource from which the described resource is derived Beautiful homes of Buffalo : illustrated / edited and prepared by Mark H. Hubbell Publisher An entity responsible for making the resource available <span>Buffalo Truth Publishing Company ; State University of New York at Buffalo. University Archives</span> Date A point or period of time associated with an event in the lifecycle of the resource 1915 Contributor An entity responsible for making contributions to the resource State University of New York at Buffalo. University Archives Rights Information about rights held in and over the resource COPYRIGHT NOT EVALUATED. 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Access Rights Information about who can access the resource or an indication of its security status. Access Rights may include information regarding access or restrictions based on privacy, security, or other policies. No known restrictions on publication. Identifier An unambiguous reference to the resource within a given context LIB-UA039 Still Image A static visual representation. Examples of still images are: paintings, drawings, graphic designs, plans and maps. Recommended best practice is to assign the type "text" to images of textual materials. Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource Home of William H. Faxon, 366 Elmwood Avenue. Creator An entity primarily responsible for making the resource Hubbell, Mark H. Source A related resource from which the described resource is derived Beautiful homes of Buffalo : illustrated / edited and prepared by Mark H. Hubbell State University of New York at Buffalo. University Archives Date A point or period of time associated with an event in the lifecycle of the resource 1915 Date Created Date of creation of the resource. 2016-04-22 Format The file format, physical medium, or dimensions of the resource Image/jpeg Identifier An unambiguous reference to the resource within a given context LIB-UA039_p017 Publisher An entity responsible for making the resource available Buffalo Truth Publishing Company State University of New York at Buffalo. University Libraries Description An account of the resource President of Faxon, Williams and Faxon. A large two-and-a-half-story house with a steeply pitched roof is partially obscured by trees. The exterior is clad in shingles and ivy grows across much of the facade. Rows of windows line the lower and upper floors, and the house sits on a spacious, tree-shaded lawn with sidewalks in front. The description and alternative text may have been partially generated using an AI tool and may contain errors or omissions. Subject The topic of the resource Faxon, William H. Buffalo (N.Y.)--Buildings, structures, etc. Language A language of the resource eng Type The nature or genre of the resource Image Is Part Of A related resource in which the described resource is physically or logically included. Beautiful homes of Buffalo / edited and prepared by Mark H. Hubbell. F129.B843 B4 1915 Beautiful Buffalo Homes. LIB-UA039 Rights Information about rights held in and over the resource <a href="https://rightsstatements.org/page/CNE/1.0/">COPYRIGHT NOT EVALUATED</a>. The copyright and related rights status of this Item has not been evaluated. Please refer to the organization that has made the Item available for more information. 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Title A name given to the resource Beautiful Buffalo Homes Subject The topic of the resource Buffalo (N.Y.) Description An account of the resource Collection of photographs from the 1915 book, "Beautiful Buffalo Homes." Creator An entity primarily responsible for making the resource Hubbell, Mark H. Source A related resource from which the described resource is derived Beautiful homes of Buffalo : illustrated / edited and prepared by Mark H. Hubbell Publisher An entity responsible for making the resource available <span>Buffalo Truth Publishing Company ; State University of New York at Buffalo. University Archives</span> Date A point or period of time associated with an event in the lifecycle of the resource 1915 Contributor An entity responsible for making contributions to the resource State University of New York at Buffalo. University Archives Rights Information about rights held in and over the resource COPYRIGHT NOT EVALUATED. 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Access Rights Information about who can access the resource or an indication of its security status. Access Rights may include information regarding access or restrictions based on privacy, security, or other policies. No known restrictions on publication. Identifier An unambiguous reference to the resource within a given context LIB-UA039 Still Image A static visual representation. Examples of still images are: paintings, drawings, graphic designs, plans and maps. Recommended best practice is to assign the type "text" to images of textual materials. Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource Home of William J. Crawford, 844 West Delavan Avenue. Creator An entity primarily responsible for making the resource Hubbell, Mark H. Source A related resource from which the described resource is derived Beautiful homes of Buffalo : illustrated / edited and prepared by Mark H. Hubbell State University of New York at Buffalo. University Archives Date A point or period of time associated with an event in the lifecycle of the resource 1915 Date Created Date of creation of the resource. 2016-04-22 Format The file format, physical medium, or dimensions of the resource Image/jpeg Identifier An unambiguous reference to the resource within a given context LIB-UA039_p018 Publisher An entity responsible for making the resource available Buffalo Truth Publishing Company State University of New York at Buffalo. University Libraries Description An account of the resource President of W.J. Crawford & Co., Inc. Manufacturers, Monuments, Mausoleums, etc. A two-and-a-half-story stone house with a hipped roof and dormer windows sits on a landscaped lot. The front features a portico with square columns, and rows of large rectangular windows line both floors. Sidewalks and trimmed lawns surround the property, with a neighboring house visible to the left. The description and alternative text may have been partially generated using an AI tool and may contain errors or omissions. Subject The topic of the resource Crawford, William J. Buffalo (N.Y.)--Buildings, structures, etc. Language A language of the resource eng Type The nature or genre of the resource Image Is Part Of A related resource in which the described resource is physically or logically included. Beautiful homes of Buffalo / edited and prepared by Mark H. Hubbell. F129.B843 B4 1915 Beautiful Buffalo Homes. LIB-UA039 Rights Information about rights held in and over the resource <a href="https://rightsstatements.org/page/CNE/1.0/">COPYRIGHT NOT EVALUATED</a>. The copyright and related rights status of this Item has not been evaluated. 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Title A name given to the resource Beautiful Buffalo Homes Subject The topic of the resource Buffalo (N.Y.) Description An account of the resource Collection of photographs from the 1915 book, "Beautiful Buffalo Homes." Creator An entity primarily responsible for making the resource Hubbell, Mark H. Source A related resource from which the described resource is derived Beautiful homes of Buffalo : illustrated / edited and prepared by Mark H. Hubbell Publisher An entity responsible for making the resource available <span>Buffalo Truth Publishing Company ; State University of New York at Buffalo. University Archives</span> Date A point or period of time associated with an event in the lifecycle of the resource 1915 Contributor An entity responsible for making contributions to the resource State University of New York at Buffalo. University Archives Rights Information about rights held in and over the resource COPYRIGHT NOT EVALUATED. 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Access Rights Information about who can access the resource or an indication of its security status. Access Rights may include information regarding access or restrictions based on privacy, security, or other policies. No known restrictions on publication. Identifier An unambiguous reference to the resource within a given context LIB-UA039 Still Image A static visual representation. Examples of still images are: paintings, drawings, graphic designs, plans and maps. Recommended best practice is to assign the type "text" to images of textual materials. Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource Home of Willis K. Jackson, 827 Delaware Avenue. Creator An entity primarily responsible for making the resource Hubbell, Mark H. Source A related resource from which the described resource is derived Beautiful homes of Buffalo : illustrated / edited and prepared by Mark H. Hubbell State University of New York at Buffalo. University Archives Date A point or period of time associated with an event in the lifecycle of the resource 1915 Date Created Date of creation of the resource. 2016-04-22 Format The file format, physical medium, or dimensions of the resource Image/jpeg Identifier An unambiguous reference to the resource within a given context LIB-UA039_p020 Publisher An entity responsible for making the resource available Buffalo Truth Publishing Company State University of New York at Buffalo. University Libraries Description An account of the resource Senior Member of the firm Jackson & Tindle. A large symmetrical brick mansion with two stories and a mansard roof stands behind a row of trees. The front features tall windows with shutters, decorative stone trim, and a central columned entrance with steps leading up. A balustrade runs along the roofline, and a curved driveway approaches the house. The description and alternative text may have been partially generated using an AI tool and may contain errors or omissions. Subject The topic of the resource Jackson, Willis K. Buffalo (N.Y.)--Buildings, structures, etc. Language A language of the resource eng Type The nature or genre of the resource Image Is Part Of A related resource in which the described resource is physically or logically included. Beautiful homes of Buffalo / edited and prepared by Mark H. Hubbell. F129.B843 B4 1915 Beautiful Buffalo Homes. LIB-UA039 Rights Information about rights held in and over the resource <a href="https://rightsstatements.org/page/CNE/1.0/">COPYRIGHT NOT EVALUATED</a>. The copyright and related rights status of this Item has not been evaluated. 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Title A name given to the resource Beautiful Buffalo Homes Subject The topic of the resource Buffalo (N.Y.) Description An account of the resource Collection of photographs from the 1915 book, "Beautiful Buffalo Homes." Creator An entity primarily responsible for making the resource Hubbell, Mark H. Source A related resource from which the described resource is derived Beautiful homes of Buffalo : illustrated / edited and prepared by Mark H. Hubbell Publisher An entity responsible for making the resource available <span>Buffalo Truth Publishing Company ; State University of New York at Buffalo. University Archives</span> Date A point or period of time associated with an event in the lifecycle of the resource 1915 Contributor An entity responsible for making contributions to the resource State University of New York at Buffalo. University Archives Rights Information about rights held in and over the resource COPYRIGHT NOT EVALUATED. 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Access Rights Information about who can access the resource or an indication of its security status. Access Rights may include information regarding access or restrictions based on privacy, security, or other policies. No known restrictions on publication. Identifier An unambiguous reference to the resource within a given context LIB-UA039 Still Image A static visual representation. Examples of still images are: paintings, drawings, graphic designs, plans and maps. Recommended best practice is to assign the type "text" to images of textual materials. Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource Home of Dr. Lucien Howe, 522 Delaware Avenue. Creator An entity primarily responsible for making the resource Hubbell, Mark H. Source A related resource from which the described resource is derived Beautiful homes of Buffalo : illustrated / edited and prepared by Mark H. Hubbell State University of New York at Buffalo. University Archives Date A point or period of time associated with an event in the lifecycle of the resource 1915 Date Created Date of creation of the resource. 2016-04-22 Format The file format, physical medium, or dimensions of the resource Image/jpeg Identifier An unambiguous reference to the resource within a given context LIB-UA039_p021 Publisher An entity responsible for making the resource available Buffalo Truth Publishing Company State University of New York at Buffalo. University Libraries Subject The topic of the resource Howe, Lucien. Buffalo (N.Y.)--Buildings, structures, etc. Description An account of the resource A large brick mansion with ornate architectural detailing and a stone foundation stands behind trees. The front features a columned porch with a balcony above, wide steps leading to the entrance, and a rounded bay window with tall windows. To the left, an arched gateway connects the building to another structure, and a lamppost stands near the sidewalk. The description and alternative text may have been partially generated using an AI tool and may contain errors or omissions. Language A language of the resource eng Type The nature or genre of the resource Image Is Part Of A related resource in which the described resource is physically or logically included. Beautiful homes of Buffalo / edited and prepared by Mark H. Hubbell. F129.B843 B4 1915 Beautiful Buffalo Homes. LIB-UA039 Rights Information about rights held in and over the resource <a href="https://rightsstatements.org/page/CNE/1.0/">COPYRIGHT NOT EVALUATED</a>. The copyright and related rights status of this Item has not been evaluated. Please refer to the organization that has made the Item available for more information. 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Title A name given to the resource Beautiful Buffalo Homes Subject The topic of the resource Buffalo (N.Y.) Description An account of the resource Collection of photographs from the 1915 book, "Beautiful Buffalo Homes." Creator An entity primarily responsible for making the resource Hubbell, Mark H. Source A related resource from which the described resource is derived Beautiful homes of Buffalo : illustrated / edited and prepared by Mark H. Hubbell Publisher An entity responsible for making the resource available <span>Buffalo Truth Publishing Company ; State University of New York at Buffalo. University Archives</span> Date A point or period of time associated with an event in the lifecycle of the resource 1915 Contributor An entity responsible for making contributions to the resource State University of New York at Buffalo. University Archives Rights Information about rights held in and over the resource COPYRIGHT NOT EVALUATED. 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Access Rights Information about who can access the resource or an indication of its security status. Access Rights may include information regarding access or restrictions based on privacy, security, or other policies. No known restrictions on publication. Identifier An unambiguous reference to the resource within a given context LIB-UA039 Still Image A static visual representation. Examples of still images are: paintings, drawings, graphic designs, plans and maps. Recommended best practice is to assign the type "text" to images of textual materials. Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource Home of George W. Jenings, 584 West Ferry Street. Creator An entity primarily responsible for making the resource Hubbell, Mark H. Source A related resource from which the described resource is derived Beautiful homes of Buffalo : illustrated / edited and prepared by Mark H. Hubbell State University of New York at Buffalo. University Archives Date A point or period of time associated with an event in the lifecycle of the resource 1915 Date Created Date of creation of the resource. 2016-04-22 Format The file format, physical medium, or dimensions of the resource Image/jpeg Identifier An unambiguous reference to the resource within a given context LIB-UA039_p022 Publisher An entity responsible for making the resource available Buffalo Truth Publishing Company State University of New York at Buffalo. University Libraries Subject The topic of the resource Jenings, George W. Buffalo (N.Y.)--Buildings, structures, etc. Description An account of the resource A large two-and-a-half-story house with wood siding and a steeply pitched roof is set back from the street. A wide porch supported by columns spans the front, with stone steps leading up from a central walkway. Trees partly obscure the view, and neighboring houses are visible on either side. The description and alternative text may have been partially generated using an AI tool and may contain errors or omissions. Language A language of the resource eng Type The nature or genre of the resource Image Is Part Of A related resource in which the described resource is physically or logically included. Beautiful homes of Buffalo / edited and prepared by Mark H. Hubbell. F129.B843 B4 1915 Beautiful Buffalo Homes. LIB-UA039 Rights Information about rights held in and over the resource <a href="https://rightsstatements.org/page/CNE/1.0/">COPYRIGHT NOT EVALUATED</a>. The copyright and related rights status of this Item has not been evaluated. Please refer to the organization that has made the Item available for more information. 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Title A name given to the resource Beautiful Buffalo Homes Subject The topic of the resource Buffalo (N.Y.) Description An account of the resource Collection of photographs from the 1915 book, "Beautiful Buffalo Homes." Creator An entity primarily responsible for making the resource Hubbell, Mark H. Source A related resource from which the described resource is derived Beautiful homes of Buffalo : illustrated / edited and prepared by Mark H. Hubbell Publisher An entity responsible for making the resource available <span>Buffalo Truth Publishing Company ; State University of New York at Buffalo. University Archives</span> Date A point or period of time associated with an event in the lifecycle of the resource 1915 Contributor An entity responsible for making contributions to the resource State University of New York at Buffalo. University Archives Rights Information about rights held in and over the resource COPYRIGHT NOT EVALUATED. 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Access Rights Information about who can access the resource or an indication of its security status. Access Rights may include information regarding access or restrictions based on privacy, security, or other policies. No known restrictions on publication. Identifier An unambiguous reference to the resource within a given context LIB-UA039 Still Image A static visual representation. Examples of still images are: paintings, drawings, graphic designs, plans and maps. Recommended best practice is to assign the type "text" to images of textual materials. Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource Home of William C. Maltby, 137 Depew Avenue. Creator An entity primarily responsible for making the resource Hubbell, Mark H. Source A related resource from which the described resource is derived Beautiful homes of Buffalo : illustrated / edited and prepared by Mark H. Hubbell State University of New York at Buffalo. University Archives Date A point or period of time associated with an event in the lifecycle of the resource 1915 Date Created Date of creation of the resource. 2016-04-22 Format The file format, physical medium, or dimensions of the resource Image/jpeg Identifier An unambiguous reference to the resource within a given context LIB-UA039_p023 Publisher An entity responsible for making the resource available Buffalo Truth Publishing Company State University of New York at Buffalo. University Libraries Description An account of the resource President of the Geo. W. Maltby and Sons Company. A three-story stone building with a flat roof and symmetrical facade stands at the corner of intersecting sidewalks. The entrance features a columned portico, and a large enclosed sunroom with many windows extends from the side. Trees partially frame the building in the foreground, with additional houses visible in the background. The description and alternative text may have been partially generated using an AI tool and may contain errors or omissions. Subject The topic of the resource Maltby, William C. Buffalo (N.Y.)--Buildings, structures, etc. Language A language of the resource eng Type The nature or genre of the resource Image Is Part Of A related resource in which the described resource is physically or logically included. Beautiful homes of Buffalo / edited and prepared by Mark H. Hubbell. F129.B843 B4 1915 Beautiful Buffalo Homes. LIB-UA039 Rights Information about rights held in and over the resource <a href="https://rightsstatements.org/page/CNE/1.0/">COPYRIGHT NOT EVALUATED</a>. The copyright and related rights status of this Item has not been evaluated. 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Title A name given to the resource Beautiful Buffalo Homes Subject The topic of the resource Buffalo (N.Y.) Description An account of the resource Collection of photographs from the 1915 book, "Beautiful Buffalo Homes." Creator An entity primarily responsible for making the resource Hubbell, Mark H. Source A related resource from which the described resource is derived Beautiful homes of Buffalo : illustrated / edited and prepared by Mark H. Hubbell Publisher An entity responsible for making the resource available <span>Buffalo Truth Publishing Company ; State University of New York at Buffalo. University Archives</span> Date A point or period of time associated with an event in the lifecycle of the resource 1915 Contributor An entity responsible for making contributions to the resource State University of New York at Buffalo. University Archives Rights Information about rights held in and over the resource COPYRIGHT NOT EVALUATED. 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Access Rights Information about who can access the resource or an indication of its security status. Access Rights may include information regarding access or restrictions based on privacy, security, or other policies. No known restrictions on publication. Identifier An unambiguous reference to the resource within a given context LIB-UA039 Still Image A static visual representation. Examples of still images are: paintings, drawings, graphic designs, plans and maps. Recommended best practice is to assign the type "text" to images of textual materials. Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource Home of Albert B. Wright, 737 West Ferry Street. Creator An entity primarily responsible for making the resource Hubbell, Mark H. Source A related resource from which the described resource is derived Beautiful homes of Buffalo : illustrated / edited and prepared by Mark H. Hubbell State University of New York at Buffalo. University Archives Date A point or period of time associated with an event in the lifecycle of the resource 1915 Date Created Date of creation of the resource. 2016-04-22 Format The file format, physical medium, or dimensions of the resource Image/jpeg Identifier An unambiguous reference to the resource within a given context LIB-UA039_p024 Publisher An entity responsible for making the resource available Buffalo Truth Publishing Company State University of New York at Buffalo. University Libraries Description An account of the resource Member of the firm of A.J. Wright & Co., Bankers and Brokers. A large shingle-style house with a steeply pitched gabled roof and stone foundation, partly obscured by trees. The structure features bay windows with decorative trim, a covered porch supported by columns, and an elevated covered walkway extending to another building. Ivy grows along part of the lower wall, and a curved driveway runs in front of the house. The description and alternative text may have been partially generated using an AI tool and may contain errors or omissions. Subject The topic of the resource Wright, Albert B. Buffalo (N.Y.)--Buildings, structures, etc. Language A language of the resource eng Type The nature or genre of the resource Image Is Part Of A related resource in which the described resource is physically or logically included. Beautiful homes of Buffalo / edited and prepared by Mark H. Hubbell. F129.B843 B4 1915 Beautiful Buffalo Homes. LIB-UA039 Rights Information about rights held in and over the resource <a href="https://rightsstatements.org/page/CNE/1.0/">COPYRIGHT NOT EVALUATED</a>. The copyright and related rights status of this Item has not been evaluated. 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Title A name given to the resource Beautiful Buffalo Homes Subject The topic of the resource Buffalo (N.Y.) Description An account of the resource Collection of photographs from the 1915 book, "Beautiful Buffalo Homes." Creator An entity primarily responsible for making the resource Hubbell, Mark H. Source A related resource from which the described resource is derived Beautiful homes of Buffalo : illustrated / edited and prepared by Mark H. Hubbell Publisher An entity responsible for making the resource available <span>Buffalo Truth Publishing Company ; State University of New York at Buffalo. University Archives</span> Date A point or period of time associated with an event in the lifecycle of the resource 1915 Contributor An entity responsible for making contributions to the resource State University of New York at Buffalo. University Archives Rights Information about rights held in and over the resource COPYRIGHT NOT EVALUATED. 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Access Rights Information about who can access the resource or an indication of its security status. Access Rights may include information regarding access or restrictions based on privacy, security, or other policies. No known restrictions on publication. Identifier An unambiguous reference to the resource within a given context LIB-UA039 Still Image A static visual representation. Examples of still images are: paintings, drawings, graphic designs, plans and maps. Recommended best practice is to assign the type "text" to images of textual materials. Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource Home of William A. Notman, 33 Colonial Circle. Creator An entity primarily responsible for making the resource Hubbell, Mark H. Source A related resource from which the described resource is derived Beautiful homes of Buffalo : illustrated / edited and prepared by Mark H. Hubbell State University of New York at Buffalo. University Archives Date A point or period of time associated with an event in the lifecycle of the resource 1915 Date Created Date of creation of the resource. 2016-04-22 Format The file format, physical medium, or dimensions of the resource Image/jpeg Identifier An unambiguous reference to the resource within a given context LIB-UA039_p025 Publisher An entity responsible for making the resource available Buffalo Truth Publishing Company State University of New York at Buffalo. University Libraries Description An account of the resource Secretary of the McKinnon Dash Company. A large three-story house with shingle siding and a steeply pitched roof is set behind trees and landscaping. The front features a prominent columned porch with a balustrade above it, and multiple bay windows extend from the facade. A fire hydrant is visible at the curb in front of the property. The description and alternative text may have been partially generated using an AI tool and may contain errors or omissions. Subject The topic of the resource Notman, William A. Buffalo (N.Y.)--Buildings, structures, etc. Language A language of the resource eng Type The nature or genre of the resource Image Is Part Of A related resource in which the described resource is physically or logically included. Beautiful homes of Buffalo / edited and prepared by Mark H. Hubbell. F129.B843 B4 1915 Beautiful Buffalo Homes. LIB-UA039 Rights Information about rights held in and over the resource <a href="https://rightsstatements.org/page/CNE/1.0/">COPYRIGHT NOT EVALUATED</a>. The copyright and related rights status of this Item has not been evaluated. 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Title A name given to the resource Beautiful Buffalo Homes Subject The topic of the resource Buffalo (N.Y.) Description An account of the resource Collection of photographs from the 1915 book, "Beautiful Buffalo Homes." Creator An entity primarily responsible for making the resource Hubbell, Mark H. Source A related resource from which the described resource is derived Beautiful homes of Buffalo : illustrated / edited and prepared by Mark H. Hubbell Publisher An entity responsible for making the resource available <span>Buffalo Truth Publishing Company ; State University of New York at Buffalo. University Archives</span> Date A point or period of time associated with an event in the lifecycle of the resource 1915 Contributor An entity responsible for making contributions to the resource State University of New York at Buffalo. University Archives Rights Information about rights held in and over the resource COPYRIGHT NOT EVALUATED. 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Access Rights Information about who can access the resource or an indication of its security status. Access Rights may include information regarding access or restrictions based on privacy, security, or other policies. No known restrictions on publication. Identifier An unambiguous reference to the resource within a given context LIB-UA039 Still Image A static visual representation. Examples of still images are: paintings, drawings, graphic designs, plans and maps. Recommended best practice is to assign the type "text" to images of textual materials. Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource Home of Dr. V. Mott Pierce, 204 Bidwell Parkway. Creator An entity primarily responsible for making the resource Hubbell, Mark H. Source A related resource from which the described resource is derived Beautiful homes of Buffalo : illustrated / edited and prepared by Mark H. Hubbell State University of New York at Buffalo. University Archives Date A point or period of time associated with an event in the lifecycle of the resource 1915 Date Created Date of creation of the resource. 2016-04-22 Format The file format, physical medium, or dimensions of the resource Image/jpeg Identifier An unambiguous reference to the resource within a given context LIB-UA039_p026 Publisher An entity responsible for making the resource available Buffalo Truth Publishing Company State University of New York at Buffalo. University Libraries Description An account of the resource President of the World's Dispensary Medical Association, President of the Pierce Glass Co., Hamburg, and Pierce Natural Gas Co., Hamburg. A two-story house with wood siding and a low-hipped roof is partly covered in ivy. The windows feature diamond-patterned panes, and an awning shades the front entrance. Steps lead up to the entryway, and the house is bordered by shrubs and a lawn, with a sidewalk running in front. The description and alternative text may have been partially generated using an AI tool and may contain errors or omissions. Subject The topic of the resource Pierce, V. Mott Buffalo (N.Y.)--Buildings, structures, etc. Language A language of the resource eng Type The nature or genre of the resource Image Is Part Of A related resource in which the described resource is physically or logically included. Beautiful homes of Buffalo / edited and prepared by Mark H. Hubbell. F129.B843 B4 1915 Beautiful Buffalo Homes. LIB-UA039 Rights Information about rights held in and over the resource <a href="https://rightsstatements.org/page/CNE/1.0/">COPYRIGHT NOT EVALUATED</a>. The copyright and related rights status of this Item has not been evaluated. 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Title A name given to the resource Beautiful Buffalo Homes Subject The topic of the resource Buffalo (N.Y.) Description An account of the resource Collection of photographs from the 1915 book, "Beautiful Buffalo Homes." Creator An entity primarily responsible for making the resource Hubbell, Mark H. Source A related resource from which the described resource is derived Beautiful homes of Buffalo : illustrated / edited and prepared by Mark H. Hubbell Publisher An entity responsible for making the resource available <span>Buffalo Truth Publishing Company ; State University of New York at Buffalo. University Archives</span> Date A point or period of time associated with an event in the lifecycle of the resource 1915 Contributor An entity responsible for making contributions to the resource State University of New York at Buffalo. University Archives Rights Information about rights held in and over the resource COPYRIGHT NOT EVALUATED. 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Access Rights Information about who can access the resource or an indication of its security status. Access Rights may include information regarding access or restrictions based on privacy, security, or other policies. No known restrictions on publication. Identifier An unambiguous reference to the resource within a given context LIB-UA039 Still Image A static visual representation. Examples of still images are: paintings, drawings, graphic designs, plans and maps. Recommended best practice is to assign the type "text" to images of textual materials. Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource Home of George F. Sowerby, 713 West Ferry Street. Creator An entity primarily responsible for making the resource Hubbell, Mark H. Source A related resource from which the described resource is derived Beautiful homes of Buffalo : illustrated / edited and prepared by Mark H. Hubbell State University of New York at Buffalo. University Archives Date A point or period of time associated with an event in the lifecycle of the resource 1915 Date Created Date of creation of the resource. 2016-04-22 Format The file format, physical medium, or dimensions of the resource Image/jpeg Identifier An unambiguous reference to the resource within a given context LIB-UA039_p027 Publisher An entity responsible for making the resource available Buffalo Truth Publishing Company State University of New York at Buffalo. University Libraries Description An account of the resource Retail Lumber. A large three-story house with a steep roof and dormer window is partially shaded by trees. The front features a wide porch with rounded arches supported by columns, and steps lead up from the walkway. The house is set back from the street with a lawn and surrounding shrubs. The description and alternative text may have been partially generated using an AI tool and may contain errors or omissions. Subject The topic of the resource Sowerby, Geroge F. Buffalo (N.Y.)--Buildings, structures, etc. Language A language of the resource eng Type The nature or genre of the resource Image Is Part Of A related resource in which the described resource is physically or logically included. Beautiful homes of Buffalo / edited and prepared by Mark H. Hubbell. F129.B843 B4 1915 Beautiful Buffalo Homes. LIB-UA039 Rights Information about rights held in and over the resource <a href="https://rightsstatements.org/page/CNE/1.0/">COPYRIGHT NOT EVALUATED</a>. The copyright and related rights status of this Item has not been evaluated. Please refer to the organization that has made the Item available for more information. 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Title A name given to the resource Beautiful Buffalo Homes Subject The topic of the resource Buffalo (N.Y.) Description An account of the resource Collection of photographs from the 1915 book, "Beautiful Buffalo Homes." Creator An entity primarily responsible for making the resource Hubbell, Mark H. Source A related resource from which the described resource is derived Beautiful homes of Buffalo : illustrated / edited and prepared by Mark H. Hubbell Publisher An entity responsible for making the resource available <span>Buffalo Truth Publishing Company ; State University of New York at Buffalo. University Archives</span> Date A point or period of time associated with an event in the lifecycle of the resource 1915 Contributor An entity responsible for making contributions to the resource State University of New York at Buffalo. University Archives Rights Information about rights held in and over the resource COPYRIGHT NOT EVALUATED. 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Access Rights Information about who can access the resource or an indication of its security status. Access Rights may include information regarding access or restrictions based on privacy, security, or other policies. No known restrictions on publication. Identifier An unambiguous reference to the resource within a given context LIB-UA039 Still Image A static visual representation. Examples of still images are: paintings, drawings, graphic designs, plans and maps. Recommended best practice is to assign the type "text" to images of textual materials. Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource Home of George J. Meyer, 249 North Street. Creator An entity primarily responsible for making the resource Hubbell, Mark H. Source A related resource from which the described resource is derived Beautiful homes of Buffalo : illustrated / edited and prepared by Mark H. Hubbell State University of New York at Buffalo. University Archives Date A point or period of time associated with an event in the lifecycle of the resource 1915 Date Created Date of creation of the resource. 2016-04-22 Format The file format, physical medium, or dimensions of the resource Image/jpeg Identifier An unambiguous reference to the resource within a given context LIB-UA039_p028 Publisher An entity responsible for making the resource available Buffalo Truth Publishing Company State University of New York at Buffalo. University Libraries Description An account of the resource President of the George J. Meyer Malting Company. A large two-story wooden house with a wraparound porch and multiple awnings is shown. The porch is supported by tall columns, and a side entrance features a covered canopy. The house is surrounded by trees and shrubs, with a sidewalk and steps leading to the main entrance. The description and alternative text may have been partially generated using an AI tool and may contain errors or omissions. Subject The topic of the resource Meyer, George J, Buffalo (N.Y.)--Buildings, structures, etc. Language A language of the resource eng Type The nature or genre of the resource Image Is Part Of A related resource in which the described resource is physically or logically included. Beautiful homes of Buffalo / edited and prepared by Mark H. Hubbell. F129.B843 B4 1915 Beautiful Buffalo Homes. LIB-UA039 Rights Information about rights held in and over the resource <a href="https://rightsstatements.org/page/CNE/1.0/">COPYRIGHT NOT EVALUATED</a>. The copyright and related rights status of this Item has not been evaluated. Please refer to the organization that has made the Item available for more information. 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Title A name given to the resource Beautiful Buffalo Homes Subject The topic of the resource Buffalo (N.Y.) Description An account of the resource Collection of photographs from the 1915 book, "Beautiful Buffalo Homes." Creator An entity primarily responsible for making the resource Hubbell, Mark H. Source A related resource from which the described resource is derived Beautiful homes of Buffalo : illustrated / edited and prepared by Mark H. Hubbell Publisher An entity responsible for making the resource available <span>Buffalo Truth Publishing Company ; State University of New York at Buffalo. University Archives</span> Date A point or period of time associated with an event in the lifecycle of the resource 1915 Contributor An entity responsible for making contributions to the resource State University of New York at Buffalo. University Archives Rights Information about rights held in and over the resource COPYRIGHT NOT EVALUATED. 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Access Rights Information about who can access the resource or an indication of its security status. Access Rights may include information regarding access or restrictions based on privacy, security, or other policies. No known restrictions on publication. Identifier An unambiguous reference to the resource within a given context LIB-UA039 Still Image A static visual representation. Examples of still images are: paintings, drawings, graphic designs, plans and maps. Recommended best practice is to assign the type "text" to images of textual materials. Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource Home of Lewis J. Bennett, 354 Depew Avenue. Creator An entity primarily responsible for making the resource Hubbell, Mark H. Source A related resource from which the described resource is derived Beautiful homes of Buffalo : illustrated / edited and prepared by Mark H. Hubbell State University of New York at Buffalo. University Archives Date A point or period of time associated with an event in the lifecycle of the resource 1915 Date Created Date of creation of the resource. 2016-04-22 Format The file format, physical medium, or dimensions of the resource Image/jpeg Identifier An unambiguous reference to the resource within a given context LIB-UA039_p029 Publisher An entity responsible for making the resource available Buffalo Truth Publishing Company State University of New York at Buffalo. University Libraries Description An account of the resource President of the Buffalo Cement Company. A large three-story house with a steep roof, dormer windows, and a central front porch is shown. The porch has a gabled roof supported by columns, and ivy grows along sections of the façade. The house is surrounded by mature trees, with a sidewalk and pathways leading up to the entrance. The description and alternative text may have been partially generated using an AI tool and may contain errors or omissions. Subject The topic of the resource Bennett, Lewis J. Buffalo (N.Y.)--Buildings, structures, etc. Language A language of the resource eng Type The nature or genre of the resource Image Is Part Of A related resource in which the described resource is physically or logically included. Beautiful homes of Buffalo / edited and prepared by Mark H. Hubbell. F129.B843 B4 1915 Beautiful Buffalo Homes. LIB-UA039 Rights Information about rights held in and over the resource <a href="https://rightsstatements.org/page/CNE/1.0/">COPYRIGHT NOT EVALUATED</a>. The copyright and related rights status of this Item has not been evaluated. Please refer to the organization that has made the Item available for more information. 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Title A name given to the resource Beautiful Buffalo Homes Subject The topic of the resource Buffalo (N.Y.) Description An account of the resource Collection of photographs from the 1915 book, "Beautiful Buffalo Homes." Creator An entity primarily responsible for making the resource Hubbell, Mark H. Source A related resource from which the described resource is derived Beautiful homes of Buffalo : illustrated / edited and prepared by Mark H. Hubbell Publisher An entity responsible for making the resource available <span>Buffalo Truth Publishing Company ; State University of New York at Buffalo. University Archives</span> Date A point or period of time associated with an event in the lifecycle of the resource 1915 Contributor An entity responsible for making contributions to the resource State University of New York at Buffalo. University Archives Rights Information about rights held in and over the resource COPYRIGHT NOT EVALUATED. 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Access Rights Information about who can access the resource or an indication of its security status. Access Rights may include information regarding access or restrictions based on privacy, security, or other policies. No known restrictions on publication. Identifier An unambiguous reference to the resource within a given context LIB-UA039 Still Image A static visual representation. Examples of still images are: paintings, drawings, graphic designs, plans and maps. Recommended best practice is to assign the type "text" to images of textual materials. Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource Home of Judge Charles B. Wheeler, 305 Elmwood Avenue. Creator An entity primarily responsible for making the resource Hubbell, Mark H. Source A related resource from which the described resource is derived Beautiful homes of Buffalo : illustrated / edited and prepared by Mark H. Hubbell State University of New York at Buffalo. University Archives Date A point or period of time associated with an event in the lifecycle of the resource 1915 Date Created Date of creation of the resource. 2016-04-22 Format The file format, physical medium, or dimensions of the resource Image/jpeg Identifier An unambiguous reference to the resource within a given context LIB-UA039_p030 Publisher An entity responsible for making the resource available Buffalo Truth Publishing Company State University of New York at Buffalo. University Libraries Subject The topic of the resource Wheeler, Charles B. Buffalo (N.Y.)--Buildings, structures, etc. Description An account of the resource A three-story stone house partly obscured by tall trees is shown. The building features a prominent covered entrance supported by columns, a small balcony above the entry, and dormer windows on the roof. Sidewalks and pathways border the front lawn, and dense foliage surrounds the property. The description and alternative text may have been partially generated using an AI tool and may contain errors or omissions. Language A language of the resource eng Type The nature or genre of the resource Image Is Part Of A related resource in which the described resource is physically or logically included. Beautiful homes of Buffalo / edited and prepared by Mark H. Hubbell. F129.B843 B4 1915 Beautiful Buffalo Homes. LIB-UA039 Rights Information about rights held in and over the resource <a href="https://rightsstatements.org/page/CNE/1.0/">COPYRIGHT NOT EVALUATED</a>. The copyright and related rights status of this Item has not been evaluated. Please refer to the organization that has made the Item available for more information. 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Title A name given to the resource Beautiful Buffalo Homes Subject The topic of the resource Buffalo (N.Y.) Description An account of the resource Collection of photographs from the 1915 book, "Beautiful Buffalo Homes." Creator An entity primarily responsible for making the resource Hubbell, Mark H. Source A related resource from which the described resource is derived Beautiful homes of Buffalo : illustrated / edited and prepared by Mark H. Hubbell Publisher An entity responsible for making the resource available <span>Buffalo Truth Publishing Company ; State University of New York at Buffalo. University Archives</span> Date A point or period of time associated with an event in the lifecycle of the resource 1915 Contributor An entity responsible for making contributions to the resource State University of New York at Buffalo. University Archives Rights Information about rights held in and over the resource COPYRIGHT NOT EVALUATED. 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Access Rights Information about who can access the resource or an indication of its security status. Access Rights may include information regarding access or restrictions based on privacy, security, or other policies. No known restrictions on publication. Identifier An unambiguous reference to the resource within a given context LIB-UA039 Still Image A static visual representation. Examples of still images are: paintings, drawings, graphic designs, plans and maps. Recommended best practice is to assign the type "text" to images of textual materials. Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource Home of Charles M. Heald, 173 Bidwell Parkway. Creator An entity primarily responsible for making the resource Hubbell, Mark H. Source A related resource from which the described resource is derived Beautiful homes of Buffalo : illustrated / edited and prepared by Mark H. Hubbell State University of New York at Buffalo. University Archives Date A point or period of time associated with an event in the lifecycle of the resource 1915 Date Created Date of creation of the resource. 2016-04-22 Format The file format, physical medium, or dimensions of the resource Image/jpeg Identifier An unambiguous reference to the resource within a given context LIB-UA039_p031 Publisher An entity responsible for making the resource available Buffalo Truth Publishing Company State University of New York at Buffalo. University Libraries Description An account of the resource Commissioner of the City of Buffalo. A large two-and-a-half-story brick and stucco house with a steep gabled roof and dormer windows is shown. The house features a covered front porch with supporting columns, bay windows on the first floor, and decorative detailing on the upper walls. A driveway runs along the side of the house, with shrubs and plants bordering the front. The description and alternative text may have been partially generated using an AI tool and may contain errors or omissions. Subject The topic of the resource Heald, Charles M. Buffalo (N.Y.)--Buildings, structures, etc. Language A language of the resource eng Type The nature or genre of the resource Image Is Part Of A related resource in which the described resource is physically or logically included. Beautiful homes of Buffalo / edited and prepared by Mark H. Hubbell. F129.B843 B4 1915 Beautiful Buffalo Homes. LIB-UA039 Rights Information about rights held in and over the resource <a href="https://rightsstatements.org/page/CNE/1.0/">COPYRIGHT NOT EVALUATED</a>. The copyright and related rights status of this Item has not been evaluated. 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Title A name given to the resource Beautiful Buffalo Homes Subject The topic of the resource Buffalo (N.Y.) Description An account of the resource Collection of photographs from the 1915 book, "Beautiful Buffalo Homes." Creator An entity primarily responsible for making the resource Hubbell, Mark H. Source A related resource from which the described resource is derived Beautiful homes of Buffalo : illustrated / edited and prepared by Mark H. Hubbell Publisher An entity responsible for making the resource available <span>Buffalo Truth Publishing Company ; State University of New York at Buffalo. University Archives</span> Date A point or period of time associated with an event in the lifecycle of the resource 1915 Contributor An entity responsible for making contributions to the resource State University of New York at Buffalo. University Archives Rights Information about rights held in and over the resource COPYRIGHT NOT EVALUATED. 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Access Rights Information about who can access the resource or an indication of its security status. Access Rights may include information regarding access or restrictions based on privacy, security, or other policies. No known restrictions on publication. Identifier An unambiguous reference to the resource within a given context LIB-UA039 Still Image A static visual representation. Examples of still images are: paintings, drawings, graphic designs, plans and maps. Recommended best practice is to assign the type "text" to images of textual materials. Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource Home of Gustave E. Lundquist, 90 Beard Avenue. Creator An entity primarily responsible for making the resource Hubbell, Mark H. Source A related resource from which the described resource is derived Beautiful homes of Buffalo : illustrated / edited and prepared by Mark H. Hubbell State University of New York at Buffalo. University Archives Date A point or period of time associated with an event in the lifecycle of the resource 1915 Date Created Date of creation of the resource. 2016-04-22 Format The file format, physical medium, or dimensions of the resource Image/jpeg Identifier An unambiguous reference to the resource within a given context LIB-UA039_p032 Publisher An entity responsible for making the resource available Buffalo Truth Publishing Company State University of New York at Buffalo. University Libraries Description An account of the resource Importer. A three-story wooden house with a steep roof, multiple gables, and a corner tower stands behind trees. The house has a covered porch with steps leading to the entrance, surrounded by shrubs and hanging plants. A secondary building with a cupola is visible in the background. The description and alternative text may have been partially generated using an AI tool and may contain errors or omissions. Subject The topic of the resource Lundquist, Gustave M. Buffalo (N.Y.)--Buildings, structures, etc. Language A language of the resource eng Type The nature or genre of the resource Image Is Part Of A related resource in which the described resource is physically or logically included. Beautiful homes of Buffalo / edited and prepared by Mark H. Hubbell. F129.B843 B4 1915 Beautiful Buffalo Homes. LIB-UA039 Rights Information about rights held in and over the resource <a href="https://rightsstatements.org/page/CNE/1.0/">COPYRIGHT NOT EVALUATED</a>. The copyright and related rights status of this Item has not been evaluated. Please refer to the organization that has made the Item available for more information. 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Title A name given to the resource Beautiful Buffalo Homes Subject The topic of the resource Buffalo (N.Y.) Description An account of the resource Collection of photographs from the 1915 book, "Beautiful Buffalo Homes." Creator An entity primarily responsible for making the resource Hubbell, Mark H. Source A related resource from which the described resource is derived Beautiful homes of Buffalo : illustrated / edited and prepared by Mark H. Hubbell Publisher An entity responsible for making the resource available <span>Buffalo Truth Publishing Company ; State University of New York at Buffalo. University Archives</span> Date A point or period of time associated with an event in the lifecycle of the resource 1915 Contributor An entity responsible for making contributions to the resource State University of New York at Buffalo. University Archives Rights Information about rights held in and over the resource COPYRIGHT NOT EVALUATED. 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Access Rights Information about who can access the resource or an indication of its security status. Access Rights may include information regarding access or restrictions based on privacy, security, or other policies. No known restrictions on publication. Identifier An unambiguous reference to the resource within a given context LIB-UA039 Still Image A static visual representation. Examples of still images are: paintings, drawings, graphic designs, plans and maps. Recommended best practice is to assign the type "text" to images of textual materials. Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource Home of Philip G. Schaefer, 343 Elmwood Avenue. Creator An entity primarily responsible for making the resource Hubbell, Mark H. Source A related resource from which the described resource is derived Beautiful homes of Buffalo : illustrated / edited and prepared by Mark H. Hubbell State University of New York at Buffalo. University Archives Date A point or period of time associated with an event in the lifecycle of the resource 1915 Date Created Date of creation of the resource. 2016-04-22 Format The file format, physical medium, or dimensions of the resource Image/jpeg Identifier An unambiguous reference to the resource within a given context LIB-UA039_p033 Publisher An entity responsible for making the resource available Buffalo Truth Publishing Company State University of New York at Buffalo. University Libraries Description An account of the resource President of the Lake View Brewing Company. A large three-story house with a mansard-style roof and dormer windows is partly obscured by trees in the foreground. The structure has a wide porch supported by columns, striped window awnings, and a landscaped lawn leading to the sidewalk. The description and alternative text may have been partially generated using an AI tool and may contain errors or omissions. Subject The topic of the resource Schaefer, Philip G. Buffalo (N.Y.)--Buildings, structures, etc. Language A language of the resource eng Type The nature or genre of the resource Image Is Part Of A related resource in which the described resource is physically or logically included. Beautiful homes of Buffalo / edited and prepared by Mark H. Hubbell. F129.B843 B4 1915 Beautiful Buffalo Homes. LIB-UA039 Rights Information about rights held in and over the resource <a href="https://rightsstatements.org/page/CNE/1.0/">COPYRIGHT NOT EVALUATED</a>. The copyright and related rights status of this Item has not been evaluated. Please refer to the organization that has made the Item available for more information. 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Title A name given to the resource Beautiful Buffalo Homes Subject The topic of the resource Buffalo (N.Y.) Description An account of the resource Collection of photographs from the 1915 book, "Beautiful Buffalo Homes." Creator An entity primarily responsible for making the resource Hubbell, Mark H. Source A related resource from which the described resource is derived Beautiful homes of Buffalo : illustrated / edited and prepared by Mark H. Hubbell Publisher An entity responsible for making the resource available <span>Buffalo Truth Publishing Company ; State University of New York at Buffalo. University Archives</span> Date A point or period of time associated with an event in the lifecycle of the resource 1915 Contributor An entity responsible for making contributions to the resource State University of New York at Buffalo. University Archives Rights Information about rights held in and over the resource COPYRIGHT NOT EVALUATED. 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Access Rights Information about who can access the resource or an indication of its security status. Access Rights may include information regarding access or restrictions based on privacy, security, or other policies. No known restrictions on publication. Identifier An unambiguous reference to the resource within a given context LIB-UA039 Still Image A static visual representation. Examples of still images are: paintings, drawings, graphic designs, plans and maps. Recommended best practice is to assign the type "text" to images of textual materials. Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource A view of the Historical Building. Creator An entity primarily responsible for making the resource Hubbell, Mark H. Source A related resource from which the described resource is derived Beautiful homes of Buffalo : illustrated / edited and prepared by Mark H. Hubbell State University of New York at Buffalo. University Archives Date A point or period of time associated with an event in the lifecycle of the resource 1915 Date Created Date of creation of the resource. 2016-04-22 Format The file format, physical medium, or dimensions of the resource Image/jpeg Identifier An unambiguous reference to the resource within a given context LIB-UA039_p034 Publisher An entity responsible for making the resource available Buffalo Truth Publishing Company State University of New York at Buffalo. University Libraries Subject The topic of the resource Buffalo and Erie County Historical Society Buffalo (N.Y.)--Buildings, structures, etc. Description An account of the resource A large neoclassical building with a columned portico sits on a raised hill, facing a body of water that reflects its structure. Trees frame the scene on both sides, with bare branches visible among them. Steps and paths lead up the hill toward the building. The description and alternative text may have been partially generated using an AI tool and may contain errors or omissions. Language A language of the resource eng Type The nature or genre of the resource Image Is Part Of A related resource in which the described resource is physically or logically included. Beautiful homes of Buffalo / edited and prepared by Mark H. Hubbell. F129.B843 B4 1915 Beautiful Buffalo Homes. LIB-UA039 Rights Information about rights held in and over the resource <a href="https://rightsstatements.org/page/CNE/1.0/">COPYRIGHT NOT EVALUATED</a>. The copyright and related rights status of this Item has not been evaluated. Please refer to the organization that has made the Item available for more information. 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Title A name given to the resource Beautiful Buffalo Homes Subject The topic of the resource Buffalo (N.Y.) Description An account of the resource Collection of photographs from the 1915 book, "Beautiful Buffalo Homes." Creator An entity primarily responsible for making the resource Hubbell, Mark H. Source A related resource from which the described resource is derived Beautiful homes of Buffalo : illustrated / edited and prepared by Mark H. Hubbell Publisher An entity responsible for making the resource available <span>Buffalo Truth Publishing Company ; State University of New York at Buffalo. University Archives</span> Date A point or period of time associated with an event in the lifecycle of the resource 1915 Contributor An entity responsible for making contributions to the resource State University of New York at Buffalo. University Archives Rights Information about rights held in and over the resource COPYRIGHT NOT EVALUATED. 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Access Rights Information about who can access the resource or an indication of its security status. Access Rights may include information regarding access or restrictions based on privacy, security, or other policies. No known restrictions on publication. Identifier An unambiguous reference to the resource within a given context LIB-UA039 Still Image A static visual representation. Examples of still images are: paintings, drawings, graphic designs, plans and maps. Recommended best practice is to assign the type "text" to images of textual materials. Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource Home of Mrs. Joseph T. Jones, 267 North Street. Creator An entity primarily responsible for making the resource Hubbell, Mark H. Source A related resource from which the described resource is derived Beautiful homes of Buffalo : illustrated / edited and prepared by Mark H. Hubbell State University of New York at Buffalo. University Archives Date A point or period of time associated with an event in the lifecycle of the resource 1915 Date Created Date of creation of the resource. 2016-04-22 Format The file format, physical medium, or dimensions of the resource Image/jpeg Identifier An unambiguous reference to the resource within a given context LIB-UA039_p035a Publisher An entity responsible for making the resource available Buffalo Truth Publishing Company State University of New York at Buffalo. University Libraries Subject The topic of the resource Jones, Mrs. Joseph T. Buffalo (N.Y.)--Buildings, structures, etc. Description An account of the resource A large, ornate building covered with ivy is shown, featuring a steep gabled roof, decorative stonework, and tall chimneys. The central section has arched windows, a circular window near the roof, and sculptural details. A smaller arched entranceway with steps leads into the building on the left side. The description and alternative text may have been partially generated using an AI tool and may contain errors or omissions. Language A language of the resource eng Type The nature or genre of the resource Image Is Part Of A related resource in which the described resource is physically or logically included. Beautiful homes of Buffalo / edited and prepared by Mark H. Hubbell. F129.B843 B4 1915 Beautiful Buffalo Homes. LIB-UA039 Rights Information about rights held in and over the resource <a href="https://rightsstatements.org/page/CNE/1.0/">COPYRIGHT NOT EVALUATED</a>. The copyright and related rights status of this Item has not been evaluated. Please refer to the organization that has made the Item available for more information. 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Title A name given to the resource Beautiful Buffalo Homes Subject The topic of the resource Buffalo (N.Y.) Description An account of the resource Collection of photographs from the 1915 book, "Beautiful Buffalo Homes." Creator An entity primarily responsible for making the resource Hubbell, Mark H. Source A related resource from which the described resource is derived Beautiful homes of Buffalo : illustrated / edited and prepared by Mark H. Hubbell Publisher An entity responsible for making the resource available <span>Buffalo Truth Publishing Company ; State University of New York at Buffalo. University Archives</span> Date A point or period of time associated with an event in the lifecycle of the resource 1915 Contributor An entity responsible for making contributions to the resource State University of New York at Buffalo. University Archives Rights Information about rights held in and over the resource COPYRIGHT NOT EVALUATED. 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Access Rights Information about who can access the resource or an indication of its security status. Access Rights may include information regarding access or restrictions based on privacy, security, or other policies. No known restrictions on publication. Identifier An unambiguous reference to the resource within a given context LIB-UA039 Still Image A static visual representation. Examples of still images are: paintings, drawings, graphic designs, plans and maps. Recommended best practice is to assign the type "text" to images of textual materials. Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource Estate of Mrs. Joseph T. Jones. Creator An entity primarily responsible for making the resource Hubbell, Mark H. Source A related resource from which the described resource is derived Beautiful homes of Buffalo : illustrated / edited and prepared by Mark H. Hubbell State University of New York at Buffalo. University Archives Date A point or period of time associated with an event in the lifecycle of the resource 1915 Date Created Date of creation of the resource. 2016-04-22 Format The file format, physical medium, or dimensions of the resource Image/jpeg Identifier An unambiguous reference to the resource within a given context LIB-UA039_p035b Publisher An entity responsible for making the resource available Buffalo Truth Publishing Company State University of New York at Buffalo. University Libraries Subject The topic of the resource Jones, Mrs. Joseph T. Buffalo (N.Y.)--Buildings, structures, etc. Description An account of the resource A shaded lawn with scattered trees and leafy plants in the foreground is shown. In the background, partly visible through the trees, is a large brick building with a chimney and several windows. The description and alternative text may have been partially generated using an AI tool and may contain errors or omissions. Language A language of the resource eng Type The nature or genre of the resource Image Is Part Of A related resource in which the described resource is physically or logically included. Beautiful homes of Buffalo / edited and prepared by Mark H. Hubbell. F129.B843 B4 1915 Beautiful Buffalo Homes. LIB-UA039 Rights Information about rights held in and over the resource <a href="https://rightsstatements.org/page/CNE/1.0/">COPYRIGHT NOT EVALUATED</a>. The copyright and related rights status of this Item has not been evaluated. Please refer to the organization that has made the Item available for more information. You are free to use this Item in any way that is permitted by the copyright and related rights legislation that applies to your use. 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Title A name given to the resource Beautiful Buffalo Homes Subject The topic of the resource Buffalo (N.Y.) Description An account of the resource Collection of photographs from the 1915 book, "Beautiful Buffalo Homes." Creator An entity primarily responsible for making the resource Hubbell, Mark H. Source A related resource from which the described resource is derived Beautiful homes of Buffalo : illustrated / edited and prepared by Mark H. Hubbell Publisher An entity responsible for making the resource available <span>Buffalo Truth Publishing Company ; State University of New York at Buffalo. University Archives</span> Date A point or period of time associated with an event in the lifecycle of the resource 1915 Contributor An entity responsible for making contributions to the resource State University of New York at Buffalo. University Archives Rights Information about rights held in and over the resource COPYRIGHT NOT EVALUATED. 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Access Rights Information about who can access the resource or an indication of its security status. Access Rights may include information regarding access or restrictions based on privacy, security, or other policies. No known restrictions on publication. Identifier An unambiguous reference to the resource within a given context LIB-UA039 Still Image A static visual representation. Examples of still images are: paintings, drawings, graphic designs, plans and maps. Recommended best practice is to assign the type "text" to images of textual materials. Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource Home of Joseph A. McColl, 33 Bidwell Parkway. Creator An entity primarily responsible for making the resource Hubbell, Mark H. Source A related resource from which the described resource is derived Beautiful homes of Buffalo : illustrated / edited and prepared by Mark H. Hubbell State University of New York at Buffalo. University Archives Date A point or period of time associated with an event in the lifecycle of the resource 1915 Date Created Date of creation of the resource. 2016-04-22 Format The file format, physical medium, or dimensions of the resource Image/jpeg Identifier An unambiguous reference to the resource within a given context LIB-UA039_p036 Publisher An entity responsible for making the resource available Buffalo Truth Publishing Company State University of New York at Buffalo. University Libraries Description An account of the resource Vice-President of Sinclair, Rooney & Company. A two-story brick and stucco house with a tiled roof and wide overhanging eaves is shown from the street. The house features a covered porch supported by brick columns, with plants arranged along the railing. A tree stands in the foreground, and a driveway on the left leads to a detached garage with an automobile inside. The description and alternative text may have been partially generated using an AI tool and may contain errors or omissions. Subject The topic of the resource McColl, Joseph A. Buffalo (N.Y.)--Buildings, structures, etc. Language A language of the resource eng Type The nature or genre of the resource Image Is Part Of A related resource in which the described resource is physically or logically included. Beautiful homes of Buffalo / edited and prepared by Mark H. Hubbell. F129.B843 B4 1915 Beautiful Buffalo Homes. LIB-UA039 Rights Information about rights held in and over the resource <a href="https://rightsstatements.org/page/CNE/1.0/">COPYRIGHT NOT EVALUATED</a>. The copyright and related rights status of this Item has not been evaluated. Please refer to the organization that has made the Item available for more information. 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Title A name given to the resource Beautiful Buffalo Homes Subject The topic of the resource Buffalo (N.Y.) Description An account of the resource Collection of photographs from the 1915 book, "Beautiful Buffalo Homes." Creator An entity primarily responsible for making the resource Hubbell, Mark H. Source A related resource from which the described resource is derived Beautiful homes of Buffalo : illustrated / edited and prepared by Mark H. Hubbell Publisher An entity responsible for making the resource available <span>Buffalo Truth Publishing Company ; State University of New York at Buffalo. University Archives</span> Date A point or period of time associated with an event in the lifecycle of the resource 1915 Contributor An entity responsible for making contributions to the resource State University of New York at Buffalo. University Archives Rights Information about rights held in and over the resource COPYRIGHT NOT EVALUATED. 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Access Rights Information about who can access the resource or an indication of its security status. Access Rights may include information regarding access or restrictions based on privacy, security, or other policies. No known restrictions on publication. Identifier An unambiguous reference to the resource within a given context LIB-UA039 Still Image A static visual representation. Examples of still images are: paintings, drawings, graphic designs, plans and maps. Recommended best practice is to assign the type "text" to images of textual materials. Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource Home of Robert S. Donaldson, 32 Linwood Avenue. Creator An entity primarily responsible for making the resource Hubbell, Mark H. Source A related resource from which the described resource is derived Beautiful homes of Buffalo : illustrated / edited and prepared by Mark H. Hubbell State University of New York at Buffalo. University Archives Date A point or period of time associated with an event in the lifecycle of the resource 1915 Date Created Date of creation of the resource. 2016-04-22 Format The file format, physical medium, or dimensions of the resource Image/jpeg Identifier An unambiguous reference to the resource within a given context LIB-UA039_p037 Publisher An entity responsible for making the resource available Buffalo Truth Publishing Company State University of New York at Buffalo. University Libraries Description An account of the resource President of Erie County Savings Bank. A two-and-a-half-story house with wood siding and ivy growing on part of the exterior is partially obscured by tall trees. The house features a gabled roof, a covered porch with decorative detailing, and multiple windows on both levels. A sidewalk and lawn are in the foreground. The description and alternative text may have been partially generated using an AI tool and may contain errors or omissions. Subject The topic of the resource Donaldson, Robert S. Buffalo (N.Y.)--Buildings, structures, etc. Language A language of the resource eng Type The nature or genre of the resource Image Is Part Of A related resource in which the described resource is physically or logically included. Beautiful homes of Buffalo / edited and prepared by Mark H. Hubbell. F129.B843 B4 1915 Beautiful Buffalo Homes. LIB-UA039 Rights Information about rights held in and over the resource <a href="https://rightsstatements.org/page/CNE/1.0/">COPYRIGHT NOT EVALUATED</a>. The copyright and related rights status of this Item has not been evaluated. Please refer to the organization that has made the Item available for more information. 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Title A name given to the resource Beautiful Buffalo Homes Subject The topic of the resource Buffalo (N.Y.) Description An account of the resource Collection of photographs from the 1915 book, "Beautiful Buffalo Homes." Creator An entity primarily responsible for making the resource Hubbell, Mark H. Source A related resource from which the described resource is derived Beautiful homes of Buffalo : illustrated / edited and prepared by Mark H. Hubbell Publisher An entity responsible for making the resource available <span>Buffalo Truth Publishing Company ; State University of New York at Buffalo. University Archives</span> Date A point or period of time associated with an event in the lifecycle of the resource 1915 Contributor An entity responsible for making contributions to the resource State University of New York at Buffalo. University Archives Rights Information about rights held in and over the resource COPYRIGHT NOT EVALUATED. 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Access Rights Information about who can access the resource or an indication of its security status. Access Rights may include information regarding access or restrictions based on privacy, security, or other policies. No known restrictions on publication. Identifier An unambiguous reference to the resource within a given context LIB-UA039 Still Image A static visual representation. Examples of still images are: paintings, drawings, graphic designs, plans and maps. Recommended best practice is to assign the type "text" to images of textual materials. Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource Home of Edgar B. Jewett, 128 Morris Avenue. Creator An entity primarily responsible for making the resource Hubbell, Mark H. Source A related resource from which the described resource is derived Beautiful homes of Buffalo : illustrated / edited and prepared by Mark H. Hubbell State University of New York at Buffalo. University Archives Date A point or period of time associated with an event in the lifecycle of the resource 1915 Date Created Date of creation of the resource. 2016-04-22 Format The file format, physical medium, or dimensions of the resource Image/jpeg Identifier An unambiguous reference to the resource within a given context LIB-UA039_p038 Publisher An entity responsible for making the resource available Buffalo Truth Publishing Company State University of New York at Buffalo. University Libraries Description An account of the resource President of Jewett Refigerator Co., Former Mayor of Buffalo. A large two-and-a-half-story house with stonework on the lower level and wood siding above is partially obscured by trees. The house has dormer windows, a covered front porch with stone columns, and awnings over several windows. A sidewalk runs along the front yard, which is landscaped with grass, trees, and shrubs. The description and alternative text may have been partially generated using an AI tool and may contain errors or omissions. Subject The topic of the resource Jewett, Edgar B. Buffalo (N.Y.)--Buildings, structures, etc. Language A language of the resource eng Type The nature or genre of the resource Image Is Part Of A related resource in which the described resource is physically or logically included. Beautiful homes of Buffalo / edited and prepared by Mark H. Hubbell. F129.B843 B4 1915 Beautiful Buffalo Homes. LIB-UA039 Rights Information about rights held in and over the resource <a href="https://rightsstatements.org/page/CNE/1.0/">COPYRIGHT NOT EVALUATED</a>. The copyright and related rights status of this Item has not been evaluated. Please refer to the organization that has made the Item available for more information. You are free to use this Item in any way that is permitted by the copyright and related rights legislation that applies to your use. This digital collection is made available for research and educational purposes. Researchers are responsible for determining copyright status, and securing permissions for use and publication of any material. Copyright for items in this collection may be held by the creators, their heirs, or assigns. Researchers are required to obtain written permission from copyright holders and the University Archives prior to reproducing or publishing materials, including images and quotations. For inquiries about reproduction requests and permissions, please contact the <a href="http://library.buffalo.edu/archives/">University Archives</a>. 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Title A name given to the resource Beautiful Buffalo Homes Subject The topic of the resource Buffalo (N.Y.) Description An account of the resource Collection of photographs from the 1915 book, "Beautiful Buffalo Homes." Creator An entity primarily responsible for making the resource Hubbell, Mark H. Source A related resource from which the described resource is derived Beautiful homes of Buffalo : illustrated / edited and prepared by Mark H. Hubbell Publisher An entity responsible for making the resource available <span>Buffalo Truth Publishing Company ; State University of New York at Buffalo. University Archives</span> Date A point or period of time associated with an event in the lifecycle of the resource 1915 Contributor An entity responsible for making contributions to the resource State University of New York at Buffalo. University Archives Rights Information about rights held in and over the resource COPYRIGHT NOT EVALUATED. 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Access Rights Information about who can access the resource or an indication of its security status. Access Rights may include information regarding access or restrictions based on privacy, security, or other policies. No known restrictions on publication. Identifier An unambiguous reference to the resource within a given context LIB-UA039 Still Image A static visual representation. Examples of still images are: paintings, drawings, graphic designs, plans and maps. Recommended best practice is to assign the type "text" to images of textual materials. Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource Home of Samuel C. Pratt, 42 Morris Avenue. Creator An entity primarily responsible for making the resource Hubbell, Mark H. Source A related resource from which the described resource is derived Beautiful homes of Buffalo : illustrated / edited and prepared by Mark H. Hubbell State University of New York at Buffalo. University Archives Date A point or period of time associated with an event in the lifecycle of the resource 1915 Date Created Date of creation of the resource. 2016-04-22 Format The file format, physical medium, or dimensions of the resource Image/jpeg Identifier An unambiguous reference to the resource within a given context LIB-UA039_p039a Publisher An entity responsible for making the resource available Buffalo Truth Publishing Company State University of New York at Buffalo. University Libraries Subject The topic of the resource Pratt, Samuel C. Buffalo (N.Y.)--Buildings, structures, etc. Description An account of the resource A two-story house with a large front gable roof and multiple chimneys features a covered porch supported by tall columns. The upper balcony has a railing, and striped awnings cover several windows and the porch entrance. An American flag hangs from the balcony, and trees and shrubs surround the property. The description and alternative text may have been partially generated using an AI tool and may contain errors or omissions. Language A language of the resource eng Type The nature or genre of the resource Image Is Part Of A related resource in which the described resource is physically or logically included. Beautiful homes of Buffalo / edited and prepared by Mark H. Hubbell. F129.B843 B4 1915 Beautiful Buffalo Homes. LIB-UA039 Rights Information about rights held in and over the resource <a href="https://rightsstatements.org/page/CNE/1.0/">COPYRIGHT NOT EVALUATED</a>. The copyright and related rights status of this Item has not been evaluated. Please refer to the organization that has made the Item available for more information. 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Title A name given to the resource Beautiful Buffalo Homes Subject The topic of the resource Buffalo (N.Y.) Description An account of the resource Collection of photographs from the 1915 book, "Beautiful Buffalo Homes." Creator An entity primarily responsible for making the resource Hubbell, Mark H. Source A related resource from which the described resource is derived Beautiful homes of Buffalo : illustrated / edited and prepared by Mark H. Hubbell Publisher An entity responsible for making the resource available <span>Buffalo Truth Publishing Company ; State University of New York at Buffalo. University Archives</span> Date A point or period of time associated with an event in the lifecycle of the resource 1915 Contributor An entity responsible for making contributions to the resource State University of New York at Buffalo. University Archives Rights Information about rights held in and over the resource COPYRIGHT NOT EVALUATED. 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Access Rights Information about who can access the resource or an indication of its security status. Access Rights may include information regarding access or restrictions based on privacy, security, or other policies. No known restrictions on publication. Identifier An unambiguous reference to the resource within a given context LIB-UA039 Still Image A static visual representation. Examples of still images are: paintings, drawings, graphic designs, plans and maps. Recommended best practice is to assign the type "text" to images of textual materials. Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource Home of Herbert A. Meldrum, 88 Oakland Place. Creator An entity primarily responsible for making the resource Hubbell, Mark H. Source A related resource from which the described resource is derived Beautiful homes of Buffalo : illustrated / edited and prepared by Mark H. Hubbell State University of New York at Buffalo. University Archives Date A point or period of time associated with an event in the lifecycle of the resource 1915 Date Created Date of creation of the resource. 2016-04-22 Format The file format, physical medium, or dimensions of the resource Image/jpeg Identifier An unambiguous reference to the resource within a given context LIB-UA039_p040 Publisher An entity responsible for making the resource available Buffalo Truth Publishing Company State University of New York at Buffalo. University Libraries Description An account of the resource President of H.A. Meldrum Co., President Chamber of Commerce A two-story house with a steep gabled roof is partly obscured by large trees. The structure features a covered porch supported by decorative columns, stone foundation walls, and climbing plants growing along the sides. A wide staircase leads up from the walkway to the main entrance. The description and alternative text may have been partially generated using an AI tool and may contain errors or omissions. Subject The topic of the resource Meldrum, Herbert A. Buffalo (N.Y.)--Buildings, structures, etc. Language A language of the resource eng Type The nature or genre of the resource Image Is Part Of A related resource in which the described resource is physically or logically included. Beautiful homes of Buffalo / edited and prepared by Mark H. Hubbell. F129.B843 B4 1915 Beautiful Buffalo Homes. LIB-UA039 Rights Information about rights held in and over the resource <a href="https://rightsstatements.org/page/CNE/1.0/">COPYRIGHT NOT EVALUATED</a>. The copyright and related rights status of this Item has not been evaluated. 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Title A name given to the resource Beautiful Buffalo Homes Subject The topic of the resource Buffalo (N.Y.) Description An account of the resource Collection of photographs from the 1915 book, "Beautiful Buffalo Homes." Creator An entity primarily responsible for making the resource Hubbell, Mark H. Source A related resource from which the described resource is derived Beautiful homes of Buffalo : illustrated / edited and prepared by Mark H. Hubbell Publisher An entity responsible for making the resource available <span>Buffalo Truth Publishing Company ; State University of New York at Buffalo. University Archives</span> Date A point or period of time associated with an event in the lifecycle of the resource 1915 Contributor An entity responsible for making contributions to the resource State University of New York at Buffalo. University Archives Rights Information about rights held in and over the resource COPYRIGHT NOT EVALUATED. 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Access Rights Information about who can access the resource or an indication of its security status. Access Rights may include information regarding access or restrictions based on privacy, security, or other policies. No known restrictions on publication. Identifier An unambiguous reference to the resource within a given context LIB-UA039 Still Image A static visual representation. Examples of still images are: paintings, drawings, graphic designs, plans and maps. Recommended best practice is to assign the type "text" to images of textual materials. Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource Home of George B. Montgomery, Amherst Estates. Creator An entity primarily responsible for making the resource Hubbell, Mark H. Source A related resource from which the described resource is derived Beautiful homes of Buffalo : illustrated / edited and prepared by Mark H. Hubbell State University of New York at Buffalo. University Archives Date A point or period of time associated with an event in the lifecycle of the resource 1915 Date Created Date of creation of the resource. 2016-04-22 Format The file format, physical medium, or dimensions of the resource Image/jpeg Identifier An unambiguous reference to the resource within a given context LIB-UA039_p041a Publisher An entity responsible for making the resource available Buffalo Truth Publishing Company State University of New York at Buffalo. University Libraries Description An account of the resource President of Montgomery Bros. & Co. Wholesale and Retail Lumber. A large rectangular mansion with two stories and a flat roof stands on expansive grounds. The structure features tall windows, balconies, and arched openings on one side, with trees and shrubbery framing parts of the building. The wide lawn in the foreground extends across most of the view. The description and alternative text may have been partially generated using an AI tool and may contain errors or omissions. Subject The topic of the resource Montgomery, George B. Buffalo (N.Y.)--Buildings, structures, etc. Language A language of the resource eng Type The nature or genre of the resource Image Is Part Of A related resource in which the described resource is physically or logically included. Beautiful homes of Buffalo / edited and prepared by Mark H. Hubbell. F129.B843 B4 1915 Beautiful Buffalo Homes. LIB-UA039 Rights Information about rights held in and over the resource <a href="https://rightsstatements.org/page/CNE/1.0/">COPYRIGHT NOT EVALUATED</a>. The copyright and related rights status of this Item has not been evaluated. 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Description An account of the resource Collection of photographs from the 1915 book, "Beautiful Buffalo Homes." Creator An entity primarily responsible for making the resource Hubbell, Mark H. Source A related resource from which the described resource is derived Beautiful homes of Buffalo : illustrated / edited and prepared by Mark H. Hubbell Publisher An entity responsible for making the resource available <span>Buffalo Truth Publishing Company ; State University of New York at Buffalo. University Archives</span> Date A point or period of time associated with an event in the lifecycle of the resource 1915 Contributor An entity responsible for making contributions to the resource State University of New York at Buffalo. University Archives Rights Information about rights held in and over the resource COPYRIGHT NOT EVALUATED. The copyright and related rights status of this Item has not been evaluated. 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Access Rights may include information regarding access or restrictions based on privacy, security, or other policies. No known restrictions on publication. Identifier An unambiguous reference to the resource within a given context LIB-UA039 Still Image A static visual representation. Examples of still images are: paintings, drawings, graphic designs, plans and maps. Recommended best practice is to assign the type "text" to images of textual materials. Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource Estate of George B. Montgomery. Creator An entity primarily responsible for making the resource Hubbell, Mark H. Source A related resource from which the described resource is derived Beautiful homes of Buffalo : illustrated / edited and prepared by Mark H. Hubbell State University of New York at Buffalo. University Archives Date A point or period of time associated with an event in the lifecycle of the resource 1915 Date Created Date of creation of the resource. 2016-04-22 Format The file format, physical medium, or dimensions of the resource Image/jpeg Identifier An unambiguous reference to the resource within a given context LIB-UA039_p041b Publisher An entity responsible for making the resource available Buffalo Truth Publishing Company State University of New York at Buffalo. University Libraries Subject The topic of the resource Montgomery, George B. Buffalo (N.Y.)--Buildings, structures, etc. Description An account of the resource A large rectangular mansion with two stories and a flat roof stands on landscaped grounds. The house features tall windows, several balconies, and arched openings on one side. A pond in the foreground reflects the building, and surrounding lawns and gardens frame the property. The description and alternative text may have been partially generated using an AI tool and may contain errors or omissions. Language A language of the resource eng Type The nature or genre of the resource Image Is Part Of A related resource in which the described resource is physically or logically included. Beautiful homes of Buffalo / edited and prepared by Mark H. Hubbell. F129.B843 B4 1915 Beautiful Buffalo Homes. LIB-UA039 Rights Information about rights held in and over the resource <a href="https://rightsstatements.org/page/CNE/1.0/">COPYRIGHT NOT EVALUATED</a>. The copyright and related rights status of this Item has not been evaluated. Please refer to the organization that has made the Item available for more information. You are free to use this Item in any way that is permitted by the copyright and related rights legislation that applies to your use. This digital collection is made available for research and educational purposes. 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Description An account of the resource Collection of photographs from the 1915 book, "Beautiful Buffalo Homes." Creator An entity primarily responsible for making the resource Hubbell, Mark H. Source A related resource from which the described resource is derived Beautiful homes of Buffalo : illustrated / edited and prepared by Mark H. Hubbell Publisher An entity responsible for making the resource available <span>Buffalo Truth Publishing Company ; State University of New York at Buffalo. University Archives</span> Date A point or period of time associated with an event in the lifecycle of the resource 1915 Contributor An entity responsible for making contributions to the resource State University of New York at Buffalo. University Archives Rights Information about rights held in and over the resource COPYRIGHT NOT EVALUATED. The copyright and related rights status of this Item has not been evaluated. 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Access Rights may include information regarding access or restrictions based on privacy, security, or other policies. No known restrictions on publication. Identifier An unambiguous reference to the resource within a given context LIB-UA039 Still Image A static visual representation. Examples of still images are: paintings, drawings, graphic designs, plans and maps. Recommended best practice is to assign the type "text" to images of textual materials. Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource Home of Irving S. Underhill, 143 Jewett Avenue. Creator An entity primarily responsible for making the resource Hubbell, Mark H. Source A related resource from which the described resource is derived Beautiful homes of Buffalo : illustrated / edited and prepared by Mark H. Hubbell State University of New York at Buffalo. University Archives Date A point or period of time associated with an event in the lifecycle of the resource 1915 Date Created Date of creation of the resource. 2016-04-22 Format The file format, physical medium, or dimensions of the resource Image/jpeg Identifier An unambiguous reference to the resource within a given context LIB-UA039_p042 Publisher An entity responsible for making the resource available Buffalo Truth Publishing Company State University of New York at Buffalo. University Libraries Subject The topic of the resource Underhill, Irving S., 1866-1937 Buffalo (N.Y.)--Buildings, structures, etc. Description An account of the resource A large three-story house with a steeply pitched roof and multiple dormer windows is shown. The structure has a wide covered porch with railings and latticework beneath, accessible by a central stairway. Trees and shrubs surround the house, partially framing the view. The description and alternative text may have been partially generated using an AI tool and may contain errors or omissions. Language A language of the resource eng Type The nature or genre of the resource Image Is Part Of A related resource in which the described resource is physically or logically included. Beautiful homes of Buffalo / edited and prepared by Mark H. Hubbell. F129.B843 B4 1915 Beautiful Buffalo Homes. LIB-UA039 Rights Information about rights held in and over the resource <a href="https://rightsstatements.org/page/CNE/1.0/">COPYRIGHT NOT EVALUATED</a>. The copyright and related rights status of this Item has not been evaluated. Please refer to the organization that has made the Item available for more information. You are free to use this Item in any way that is permitted by the copyright and related rights legislation that applies to your use. This digital collection is made available for research and educational purposes. 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Parkside https://digital.lib.buffalo.edu/files/original/5fc6052584219eb4a9bc593b29547cf8.jpg a117a5b0e37cd0ed2c371a79e893a135 Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Description An account of the resource Expansive two-story house with hipped roof, dormers, central portico, and sunrooms. Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource Beautiful Buffalo Homes Subject The topic of the resource Buffalo (N.Y.) Description An account of the resource Collection of photographs from the 1915 book, "Beautiful Buffalo Homes." Creator An entity primarily responsible for making the resource Hubbell, Mark H. Source A related resource from which the described resource is derived Beautiful homes of Buffalo : illustrated / edited and prepared by Mark H. Hubbell Publisher An entity responsible for making the resource available <span>Buffalo Truth Publishing Company ; State University of New York at Buffalo. University Archives</span> Date A point or period of time associated with an event in the lifecycle of the resource 1915 Contributor An entity responsible for making contributions to the resource State University of New York at Buffalo. University Archives Rights Information about rights held in and over the resource COPYRIGHT NOT EVALUATED. The copyright and related rights status of this Item has not been evaluated. Please refer to the organization that has made the Item available for more information. 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Access Rights may include information regarding access or restrictions based on privacy, security, or other policies. No known restrictions on publication. Identifier An unambiguous reference to the resource within a given context LIB-UA039 Still Image A static visual representation. Examples of still images are: paintings, drawings, graphic designs, plans and maps. Recommended best practice is to assign the type "text" to images of textual materials. Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource Home of Frank L. Bapst, Eggertsville Road. Creator An entity primarily responsible for making the resource Hubbell, Mark H. Source A related resource from which the described resource is derived Beautiful homes of Buffalo : illustrated / edited and prepared by Mark H. Hubbell State University of New York at Buffalo. University Archives Date A point or period of time associated with an event in the lifecycle of the resource 1915 Date Created Date of creation of the resource. 2016-04-22 Format The file format, physical medium, or dimensions of the resource Image/jpeg Identifier An unambiguous reference to the resource within a given context LIB-UA039_p043a Publisher An entity responsible for making the resource available Buffalo Truth Publishing Company State University of New York at Buffalo. University Libraries Description An account of the resource President of the Buffalo Dredging Co., President of the German Rock Asphalt & Cement Co., Ltd., and a Director in the Marine National Bank. A large two-story house with a wide hipped roof and multiple dormers is shown. The building features arched and rectangular windows, a central portico, and enclosed sunrooms on either side. A curved driveway and landscaped lawn with shrubs and small trees frame the front of the house. The description and alternative text may have been partially generated using an AI tool and may contain errors or omissions. Subject The topic of the resource Bapst, Frank. A. Buffalo (N.Y.)--Buildings, structures, etc. Language A language of the resource eng Type The nature or genre of the resource Image Is Part Of A related resource in which the described resource is physically or logically included. Beautiful homes of Buffalo / edited and prepared by Mark H. Hubbell. F129.B843 B4 1915 Beautiful Buffalo Homes. LIB-UA039 Rights Information about rights held in and over the resource <a href="https://rightsstatements.org/page/CNE/1.0/">COPYRIGHT NOT EVALUATED</a>. The copyright and related rights status of this Item has not been evaluated. Please refer to the organization that has made the Item available for more information. You are free to use this Item in any way that is permitted by the copyright and related rights legislation that applies to your use. 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Title A name given to the resource Beautiful Buffalo Homes Subject The topic of the resource Buffalo (N.Y.) Description An account of the resource Collection of photographs from the 1915 book, "Beautiful Buffalo Homes." Creator An entity primarily responsible for making the resource Hubbell, Mark H. Source A related resource from which the described resource is derived Beautiful homes of Buffalo : illustrated / edited and prepared by Mark H. Hubbell Publisher An entity responsible for making the resource available <span>Buffalo Truth Publishing Company ; State University of New York at Buffalo. University Archives</span> Date A point or period of time associated with an event in the lifecycle of the resource 1915 Contributor An entity responsible for making contributions to the resource State University of New York at Buffalo. University Archives Rights Information about rights held in and over the resource COPYRIGHT NOT EVALUATED. 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Access Rights Information about who can access the resource or an indication of its security status. Access Rights may include information regarding access or restrictions based on privacy, security, or other policies. No known restrictions on publication. Identifier An unambiguous reference to the resource within a given context LIB-UA039 Still Image A static visual representation. Examples of still images are: paintings, drawings, graphic designs, plans and maps. Recommended best practice is to assign the type "text" to images of textual materials. Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource Estate of Frank L. Bapst, Eggertsville Road. Creator An entity primarily responsible for making the resource Hubbell, Mark H. Source A related resource from which the described resource is derived Beautiful homes of Buffalo : illustrated / edited and prepared by Mark H. Hubbell State University of New York at Buffalo. University Archives Date A point or period of time associated with an event in the lifecycle of the resource 1915 Date Created Date of creation of the resource. 2016-04-22 Format The file format, physical medium, or dimensions of the resource Image/jpeg Identifier An unambiguous reference to the resource within a given context LIB-UA039_p043b Publisher An entity responsible for making the resource available Buffalo Truth Publishing Company State University of New York at Buffalo. University Libraries Subject The topic of the resource Bapst, Frank. A. Buffalo (N.Y.)--Buildings, structures, etc. Description An account of the resource A large two-story house with a broad hipped roof and multiple chimneys is shown. The exterior has evenly spaced windows, some with arched tops, and a central entrance with a small portico. A sunroom with large windows extends from the right side, and the house is surrounded by a landscaped lawn with small trees and shrubs. The description and alternative text may have been partially generated using an AI tool and may contain errors or omissions. Language A language of the resource eng Type The nature or genre of the resource Image Is Part Of A related resource in which the described resource is physically or logically included. Beautiful homes of Buffalo / edited and prepared by Mark H. Hubbell. F129.B843 B4 1915 Beautiful Buffalo Homes. LIB-UA039 Rights Information about rights held in and over the resource <a href="https://rightsstatements.org/page/CNE/1.0/">COPYRIGHT NOT EVALUATED</a>. The copyright and related rights status of this Item has not been evaluated. Please refer to the organization that has made the Item available for more information. 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Description An account of the resource Collection of photographs from the 1915 book, "Beautiful Buffalo Homes." Creator An entity primarily responsible for making the resource Hubbell, Mark H. Source A related resource from which the described resource is derived Beautiful homes of Buffalo : illustrated / edited and prepared by Mark H. Hubbell Publisher An entity responsible for making the resource available <span>Buffalo Truth Publishing Company ; State University of New York at Buffalo. University Archives</span> Date A point or period of time associated with an event in the lifecycle of the resource 1915 Contributor An entity responsible for making contributions to the resource State University of New York at Buffalo. University Archives Rights Information about rights held in and over the resource COPYRIGHT NOT EVALUATED. The copyright and related rights status of this Item has not been evaluated. Please refer to the organization that has made the Item available for more information. You are free to use this Item in any way that is permitted by the copyright and related rights legislation that applies to your use. https://rightsstatements.org/page/CNE/1.0/ This digital collection is made available for research and educational purposes. Researchers are responsible for determining copyright status, and securing permissions for use and publication of any material. Copyright for items in this collection may be held by the creators, their heirs, or assigns. Researchers are required to obtain written permission from copyright holders and the University Archives prior to reproducing or publishing materials, including images and quotations. For inquiries about reproduction requests and permissions, please contact the University Archives at: http://library.buffalo.edu/archives/. Access Rights Information about who can access the resource or an indication of its security status. Access Rights may include information regarding access or restrictions based on privacy, security, or other policies. No known restrictions on publication. Identifier An unambiguous reference to the resource within a given context LIB-UA039 Still Image A static visual representation. Examples of still images are: paintings, drawings, graphic designs, plans and maps. Recommended best practice is to assign the type "text" to images of textual materials. Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource Home of Frank D. Miller, 42 Beard Avenue. Creator An entity primarily responsible for making the resource Hubbell, Mark H. Source A related resource from which the described resource is derived Beautiful homes of Buffalo : illustrated / edited and prepared by Mark H. Hubbell State University of New York at Buffalo. University Archives Date A point or period of time associated with an event in the lifecycle of the resource 1915 Date Created Date of creation of the resource. 2016-04-22 Format The file format, physical medium, or dimensions of the resource Image/jpeg Identifier An unambiguous reference to the resource within a given context LIB-UA039_p044 Publisher An entity responsible for making the resource available Buffalo Truth Publishing Company State University of New York at Buffalo. University Libraries Description An account of the resource President of National Brake Co., Inc. A two-story house with a combination of brick and stucco exterior is shown. The structure has a hipped roof with overhanging eaves and a covered porch supported by square brick columns. The yard is grassy with trees partially framing the view, and a sidewalk runs along the front. The description and alternative text may have been partially generated using an AI tool and may contain errors or omissions. Subject The topic of the resource Miller, Frank D. Buffalo (N.Y.)--Buildings, structures, etc. Language A language of the resource eng Type The nature or genre of the resource Image Is Part Of A related resource in which the described resource is physically or logically included. Beautiful homes of Buffalo / edited and prepared by Mark H. Hubbell. F129.B843 B4 1915 Beautiful Buffalo Homes. LIB-UA039 Rights Information about rights held in and over the resource <a href="https://rightsstatements.org/page/CNE/1.0/">COPYRIGHT NOT EVALUATED</a>. The copyright and related rights status of this Item has not been evaluated. Please refer to the organization that has made the Item available for more information. You are free to use this Item in any way that is permitted by the copyright and related rights legislation that applies to your use. This digital collection is made available for research and educational purposes. 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Title A name given to the resource Beautiful Buffalo Homes Subject The topic of the resource Buffalo (N.Y.) Description An account of the resource Collection of photographs from the 1915 book, "Beautiful Buffalo Homes." Creator An entity primarily responsible for making the resource Hubbell, Mark H. Source A related resource from which the described resource is derived Beautiful homes of Buffalo : illustrated / edited and prepared by Mark H. Hubbell Publisher An entity responsible for making the resource available <span>Buffalo Truth Publishing Company ; State University of New York at Buffalo. University Archives</span> Date A point or period of time associated with an event in the lifecycle of the resource 1915 Contributor An entity responsible for making contributions to the resource State University of New York at Buffalo. University Archives Rights Information about rights held in and over the resource COPYRIGHT NOT EVALUATED. 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Access Rights Information about who can access the resource or an indication of its security status. Access Rights may include information regarding access or restrictions based on privacy, security, or other policies. No known restrictions on publication. Identifier An unambiguous reference to the resource within a given context LIB-UA039 Still Image A static visual representation. Examples of still images are: paintings, drawings, graphic designs, plans and maps. Recommended best practice is to assign the type "text" to images of textual materials. Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource Home of John Wood, 101 Lexington Avenue. Creator An entity primarily responsible for making the resource Hubbell, Mark H. Source A related resource from which the described resource is derived Beautiful homes of Buffalo : illustrated / edited and prepared by Mark H. Hubbell State University of New York at Buffalo. University Archives Date A point or period of time associated with an event in the lifecycle of the resource 1915 Date Created Date of creation of the resource. 2016-04-22 Format The file format, physical medium, or dimensions of the resource Image/jpeg Identifier An unambiguous reference to the resource within a given context LIB-UA039_p045 Publisher An entity responsible for making the resource available Buffalo Truth Publishing Company State University of New York at Buffalo. University Libraries Subject The topic of the resource Wood, John Buffalo (N.Y.)--Buildings, structures, etc. Description An account of the resource A two-story house with a simple rectangular form and a hipped roof is shown. The exterior is clad in shingles, with a covered front porch supported by columns. The property includes a small lawn, paved walkways leading to the entrance, and neighboring houses and a garage visible in the background. The description and alternative text may have been partially generated using an AI tool and may contain errors or omissions. Language A language of the resource eng Type The nature or genre of the resource Image Is Part Of A related resource in which the described resource is physically or logically included. Beautiful homes of Buffalo / edited and prepared by Mark H. Hubbell. F129.B843 B4 1915 Beautiful Buffalo Homes. LIB-UA039 Rights Information about rights held in and over the resource <a href="https://rightsstatements.org/page/CNE/1.0/">COPYRIGHT NOT EVALUATED</a>. The copyright and related rights status of this Item has not been evaluated. Please refer to the organization that has made the Item available for more information. 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Title A name given to the resource Beautiful Buffalo Homes Subject The topic of the resource Buffalo (N.Y.) Description An account of the resource Collection of photographs from the 1915 book, "Beautiful Buffalo Homes." Creator An entity primarily responsible for making the resource Hubbell, Mark H. Source A related resource from which the described resource is derived Beautiful homes of Buffalo : illustrated / edited and prepared by Mark H. Hubbell Publisher An entity responsible for making the resource available <span>Buffalo Truth Publishing Company ; State University of New York at Buffalo. University Archives</span> Date A point or period of time associated with an event in the lifecycle of the resource 1915 Contributor An entity responsible for making contributions to the resource State University of New York at Buffalo. University Archives Rights Information about rights held in and over the resource COPYRIGHT NOT EVALUATED. 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Access Rights Information about who can access the resource or an indication of its security status. Access Rights may include information regarding access or restrictions based on privacy, security, or other policies. No known restrictions on publication. Identifier An unambiguous reference to the resource within a given context LIB-UA039 Still Image A static visual representation. Examples of still images are: paintings, drawings, graphic designs, plans and maps. Recommended best practice is to assign the type "text" to images of textual materials. Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource Home of Lewis Newman, 1179 Delaware Avenue. Creator An entity primarily responsible for making the resource Hubbell, Mark H. Source A related resource from which the described resource is derived Beautiful homes of Buffalo : illustrated / edited and prepared by Mark H. Hubbell State University of New York at Buffalo. University Archives Date A point or period of time associated with an event in the lifecycle of the resource 1915 Date Created Date of creation of the resource. 2016-04-22 Format The file format, physical medium, or dimensions of the resource Image/jpeg Identifier An unambiguous reference to the resource within a given context LIB-UA039_p046 Publisher An entity responsible for making the resource available Buffalo Truth Publishing Company State University of New York at Buffalo. University Libraries Description An account of the resource President of the Tonawanda Board & Paper Co., Tonawanda, N.Y. A large two-and-a-half-story house with a complex roofline and dormer windows is shown. The structure has wood siding, decorative window awnings, and a covered wraparound porch supported by stone bases and wooden columns. Landscaping with shrubs and trees surrounds the property, and a walkway leads to the entrance. The description and alternative text may have been partially generated using an AI tool and may contain errors or omissions. Subject The topic of the resource Newman, Lewis Buffalo (N.Y.)--Buildings, structures, etc. Language A language of the resource eng Type The nature or genre of the resource Image Is Part Of A related resource in which the described resource is physically or logically included. Beautiful homes of Buffalo / edited and prepared by Mark H. Hubbell. F129.B843 B4 1915 Beautiful Buffalo Homes. LIB-UA039 Rights Information about rights held in and over the resource <a href="https://rightsstatements.org/page/CNE/1.0/">COPYRIGHT NOT EVALUATED</a>. The copyright and related rights status of this Item has not been evaluated. 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Title A name given to the resource Beautiful Buffalo Homes Subject The topic of the resource Buffalo (N.Y.) Description An account of the resource Collection of photographs from the 1915 book, "Beautiful Buffalo Homes." Creator An entity primarily responsible for making the resource Hubbell, Mark H. Source A related resource from which the described resource is derived Beautiful homes of Buffalo : illustrated / edited and prepared by Mark H. Hubbell Publisher An entity responsible for making the resource available <span>Buffalo Truth Publishing Company ; State University of New York at Buffalo. University Archives</span> Date A point or period of time associated with an event in the lifecycle of the resource 1915 Contributor An entity responsible for making contributions to the resource State University of New York at Buffalo. University Archives Rights Information about rights held in and over the resource COPYRIGHT NOT EVALUATED. 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Access Rights Information about who can access the resource or an indication of its security status. Access Rights may include information regarding access or restrictions based on privacy, security, or other policies. No known restrictions on publication. Identifier An unambiguous reference to the resource within a given context LIB-UA039 Still Image A static visual representation. Examples of still images are: paintings, drawings, graphic designs, plans and maps. Recommended best practice is to assign the type "text" to images of textual materials. Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource Estate of Walter H. Schoellkopf, Williamsville, N.Y. Creator An entity primarily responsible for making the resource Hubbell, Mark H. Source A related resource from which the described resource is derived Beautiful homes of Buffalo : illustrated / edited and prepared by Mark H. Hubbell State University of New York at Buffalo. University Archives Date A point or period of time associated with an event in the lifecycle of the resource 1915 Date Created Date of creation of the resource. 2016-04-22 Format The file format, physical medium, or dimensions of the resource Image/jpeg Identifier An unambiguous reference to the resource within a given context LIB-UA039_p047a Publisher An entity responsible for making the resource available Buffalo Truth Publishing Company State University of New York at Buffalo. University Libraries Description An account of the resource A wide landscape view shows rolling fields, scattered trees, and a river running through the middle ground. A small building with a light-colored roof is visible near the water, and the background extends into distant farmland and tree lines. The description and alternative text may have been partially generated using an AI tool and may contain errors or omissions. Language A language of the resource eng Type The nature or genre of the resource Image Is Part Of A related resource in which the described resource is physically or logically included. Beautiful homes of Buffalo / edited and prepared by Mark H. Hubbell. F129.B843 B4 1915 Beautiful Buffalo Homes. LIB-UA039 Subject The topic of the resource Buffalo (N.Y.)--Buildings, structures, etc. Rights Information about rights held in and over the resource <a href="https://rightsstatements.org/page/CNE/1.0/">COPYRIGHT NOT EVALUATED</a>. The copyright and related rights status of this Item has not been evaluated. Please refer to the organization that has made the Item available for more information. You are free to use this Item in any way that is permitted by the copyright and related rights legislation that applies to your use. 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Title A name given to the resource Beautiful Buffalo Homes Subject The topic of the resource Buffalo (N.Y.) Description An account of the resource Collection of photographs from the 1915 book, "Beautiful Buffalo Homes." Creator An entity primarily responsible for making the resource Hubbell, Mark H. Source A related resource from which the described resource is derived Beautiful homes of Buffalo : illustrated / edited and prepared by Mark H. Hubbell Publisher An entity responsible for making the resource available <span>Buffalo Truth Publishing Company ; State University of New York at Buffalo. University Archives</span> Date A point or period of time associated with an event in the lifecycle of the resource 1915 Contributor An entity responsible for making contributions to the resource State University of New York at Buffalo. University Archives Rights Information about rights held in and over the resource COPYRIGHT NOT EVALUATED. 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Access Rights Information about who can access the resource or an indication of its security status. Access Rights may include information regarding access or restrictions based on privacy, security, or other policies. No known restrictions on publication. Identifier An unambiguous reference to the resource within a given context LIB-UA039 Still Image A static visual representation. Examples of still images are: paintings, drawings, graphic designs, plans and maps. Recommended best practice is to assign the type "text" to images of textual materials. Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource The country home of Walter H. Schoellkopf, Williamsville, N.Y. Creator An entity primarily responsible for making the resource Hubbell, Mark H. Source A related resource from which the described resource is derived Beautiful homes of Buffalo : illustrated / edited and prepared by Mark H. Hubbell State University of New York at Buffalo. University Archives Date A point or period of time associated with an event in the lifecycle of the resource 1915 Date Created Date of creation of the resource. 2016-04-22 Format The file format, physical medium, or dimensions of the resource Image/jpeg Identifier An unambiguous reference to the resource within a given context LIB-UA039_p047b Publisher An entity responsible for making the resource available Buffalo Truth Publishing Company State University of New York at Buffalo. University Libraries Description An account of the resource Capitalist. A large Tudor-style house with cross-gabled roofs and half-timbered detailing is shown. The structure has a central entrance with a small gabled portico, flanked by symmetrical wings. Several dormer windows are set into the roof, and trees frame the property, with a curved driveway leading toward the front. The description and alternative text may have been partially generated using an AI tool and may contain errors or omissions. Language A language of the resource eng Type The nature or genre of the resource Image Is Part Of A related resource in which the described resource is physically or logically included. Beautiful homes of Buffalo / edited and prepared by Mark H. Hubbell. F129.B843 B4 1915 Beautiful Buffalo Homes. LIB-UA039 Subject The topic of the resource Buffalo (N.Y.)--Buildings, structures, etc. Rights Information about rights held in and over the resource <a href="https://rightsstatements.org/page/CNE/1.0/">COPYRIGHT NOT EVALUATED</a>. The copyright and related rights status of this Item has not been evaluated. Please refer to the organization that has made the Item available for more information. 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Description An account of the resource Collection of photographs from the 1915 book, "Beautiful Buffalo Homes." Creator An entity primarily responsible for making the resource Hubbell, Mark H. Source A related resource from which the described resource is derived Beautiful homes of Buffalo : illustrated / edited and prepared by Mark H. Hubbell Publisher An entity responsible for making the resource available <span>Buffalo Truth Publishing Company ; State University of New York at Buffalo. University Archives</span> Date A point or period of time associated with an event in the lifecycle of the resource 1915 Contributor An entity responsible for making contributions to the resource State University of New York at Buffalo. University Archives Rights Information about rights held in and over the resource COPYRIGHT NOT EVALUATED. The copyright and related rights status of this Item has not been evaluated. 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Access Rights may include information regarding access or restrictions based on privacy, security, or other policies. No known restrictions on publication. Identifier An unambiguous reference to the resource within a given context LIB-UA039 Still Image A static visual representation. Examples of still images are: paintings, drawings, graphic designs, plans and maps. Recommended best practice is to assign the type "text" to images of textual materials. Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource Scajaquada Creek. Creator An entity primarily responsible for making the resource Hubbell, Mark H. Source A related resource from which the described resource is derived Beautiful homes of Buffalo : illustrated / edited and prepared by Mark H. Hubbell State University of New York at Buffalo. University Archives Date A point or period of time associated with an event in the lifecycle of the resource 1915 Date Created Date of creation of the resource. 2016-04-22 Format The file format, physical medium, or dimensions of the resource Image/jpeg Identifier An unambiguous reference to the resource within a given context LIB-UA039_p048 Publisher An entity responsible for making the resource available Buffalo Truth Publishing Company State University of New York at Buffalo. University Libraries Description An account of the resource A body of water with tree-covered banks is shown. A narrow bridge extends across the water, connecting two areas of land. The shoreline is reinforced with stone edging, and dense trees line the background. The description and alternative text may have been partially generated using an AI tool and may contain errors or omissions. Language A language of the resource eng Type The nature or genre of the resource Image Is Part Of A related resource in which the described resource is physically or logically included. Beautiful homes of Buffalo / edited and prepared by Mark H. Hubbell. F129.B843 B4 1915 Beautiful Buffalo Homes. LIB-UA039 Subject The topic of the resource Waterways--New York (State)--Buffalo Rights Information about rights held in and over the resource <a href="https://rightsstatements.org/page/CNE/1.0/">COPYRIGHT NOT EVALUATED</a>. The copyright and related rights status of this Item has not been evaluated. Please refer to the organization that has made the Item available for more information. You are free to use this Item in any way that is permitted by the copyright and related rights legislation that applies to your use. This digital collection is made available for research and educational purposes. 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Title A name given to the resource Beautiful Buffalo Homes Subject The topic of the resource Buffalo (N.Y.) Description An account of the resource Collection of photographs from the 1915 book, "Beautiful Buffalo Homes." Creator An entity primarily responsible for making the resource Hubbell, Mark H. Source A related resource from which the described resource is derived Beautiful homes of Buffalo : illustrated / edited and prepared by Mark H. Hubbell Publisher An entity responsible for making the resource available <span>Buffalo Truth Publishing Company ; State University of New York at Buffalo. University Archives</span> Date A point or period of time associated with an event in the lifecycle of the resource 1915 Contributor An entity responsible for making contributions to the resource State University of New York at Buffalo. University Archives Rights Information about rights held in and over the resource COPYRIGHT NOT EVALUATED. 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Access Rights Information about who can access the resource or an indication of its security status. Access Rights may include information regarding access or restrictions based on privacy, security, or other policies. No known restrictions on publication. Identifier An unambiguous reference to the resource within a given context LIB-UA039 Still Image A static visual representation. Examples of still images are: paintings, drawings, graphic designs, plans and maps. Recommended best practice is to assign the type "text" to images of textual materials. Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource Home of William S. Renner, M.D., 341 Linwood Avenue. Creator An entity primarily responsible for making the resource Hubbell, Mark H. Source A related resource from which the described resource is derived Beautiful homes of Buffalo : illustrated / edited and prepared by Mark H. Hubbell State University of New York at Buffalo. University Archives Date A point or period of time associated with an event in the lifecycle of the resource 1915 Date Created Date of creation of the resource. 2016-04-22 Format The file format, physical medium, or dimensions of the resource Image/jpeg Identifier An unambiguous reference to the resource within a given context LIB-UA039_p049 Publisher An entity responsible for making the resource available Buffalo Truth Publishing Company State University of New York at Buffalo. University Libraries Subject The topic of the resource Renner, William S. Buffalo (N.Y.)--Buildings, structures, etc. Description An account of the resource A two-story brick and stucco house with half-timbered detailing is shown. The house has a broad hip roof with chimneys and striped awnings over many of the windows. Dense shrubs line the front, and a curved walkway leads to the entrance at the side. The description and alternative text may have been partially generated using an AI tool and may contain errors or omissions. Language A language of the resource eng Type The nature or genre of the resource Image Is Part Of A related resource in which the described resource is physically or logically included. Beautiful homes of Buffalo / edited and prepared by Mark H. Hubbell. F129.B843 B4 1915 Beautiful Buffalo Homes. LIB-UA039 Rights Information about rights held in and over the resource <a href="https://rightsstatements.org/page/CNE/1.0/">COPYRIGHT NOT EVALUATED</a>. The copyright and related rights status of this Item has not been evaluated. Please refer to the organization that has made the Item available for more information. You are free to use this Item in any way that is permitted by the copyright and related rights legislation that applies to your use. 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Title A name given to the resource Beautiful Buffalo Homes Subject The topic of the resource Buffalo (N.Y.) Description An account of the resource Collection of photographs from the 1915 book, "Beautiful Buffalo Homes." Creator An entity primarily responsible for making the resource Hubbell, Mark H. Source A related resource from which the described resource is derived Beautiful homes of Buffalo : illustrated / edited and prepared by Mark H. Hubbell Publisher An entity responsible for making the resource available <span>Buffalo Truth Publishing Company ; State University of New York at Buffalo. University Archives</span> Date A point or period of time associated with an event in the lifecycle of the resource 1915 Contributor An entity responsible for making contributions to the resource State University of New York at Buffalo. University Archives Rights Information about rights held in and over the resource COPYRIGHT NOT EVALUATED. 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Access Rights Information about who can access the resource or an indication of its security status. Access Rights may include information regarding access or restrictions based on privacy, security, or other policies. No known restrictions on publication. Identifier An unambiguous reference to the resource within a given context LIB-UA039 Still Image A static visual representation. Examples of still images are: paintings, drawings, graphic designs, plans and maps. Recommended best practice is to assign the type "text" to images of textual materials. Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource Home of Mrs. Susan S. Sizer, 741 West Ferry Street. Creator An entity primarily responsible for making the resource Hubbell, Mark H. Source A related resource from which the described resource is derived Beautiful homes of Buffalo : illustrated / edited and prepared by Mark H. Hubbell State University of New York at Buffalo. University Archives Date A point or period of time associated with an event in the lifecycle of the resource 1915 Date Created Date of creation of the resource. 2016-04-22 Format The file format, physical medium, or dimensions of the resource Image/jpeg Identifier An unambiguous reference to the resource within a given context LIB-UA039_p050 Publisher An entity responsible for making the resource available Buffalo Truth Publishing Company State University of New York at Buffalo. University Libraries Subject The topic of the resource Sizer, Susan S. Buffalo (N.Y.)--Buildings, structures, etc. Description An account of the resource A large three-story house is partly obscured by trees and foliage in the foreground. The house has a gabled roof, multiple windows, and a covered front entrance with steps leading up from a walkway that runs across the lawn. The surrounding yard is shaded and enclosed by trees. The description and alternative text may have been partially generated using an AI tool and may contain errors or omissions. Language A language of the resource eng Type The nature or genre of the resource Image Is Part Of A related resource in which the described resource is physically or logically included. Beautiful homes of Buffalo / edited and prepared by Mark H. Hubbell. F129.B843 B4 1915 Beautiful Buffalo Homes. LIB-UA039 Rights Information about rights held in and over the resource <a href="https://rightsstatements.org/page/CNE/1.0/">COPYRIGHT NOT EVALUATED</a>. The copyright and related rights status of this Item has not been evaluated. Please refer to the organization that has made the Item available for more information. 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Description An account of the resource Collection of photographs from the 1915 book, "Beautiful Buffalo Homes." Creator An entity primarily responsible for making the resource Hubbell, Mark H. Source A related resource from which the described resource is derived Beautiful homes of Buffalo : illustrated / edited and prepared by Mark H. Hubbell Publisher An entity responsible for making the resource available <span>Buffalo Truth Publishing Company ; State University of New York at Buffalo. University Archives</span> Date A point or period of time associated with an event in the lifecycle of the resource 1915 Contributor An entity responsible for making contributions to the resource State University of New York at Buffalo. University Archives Rights Information about rights held in and over the resource COPYRIGHT NOT EVALUATED. The copyright and related rights status of this Item has not been evaluated. 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Access Rights may include information regarding access or restrictions based on privacy, security, or other policies. No known restrictions on publication. Identifier An unambiguous reference to the resource within a given context LIB-UA039 Still Image A static visual representation. Examples of still images are: paintings, drawings, graphic designs, plans and maps. Recommended best practice is to assign the type "text" to images of textual materials. Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource Home of Ganson Depew, 165 Summer Street. Creator An entity primarily responsible for making the resource Hubbell, Mark H. Source A related resource from which the described resource is derived Beautiful homes of Buffalo : illustrated / edited and prepared by Mark H. Hubbell State University of New York at Buffalo. University Archives Date A point or period of time associated with an event in the lifecycle of the resource 1915 Date Created Date of creation of the resource. 2016-04-22 Format The file format, physical medium, or dimensions of the resource Image/jpeg Identifier An unambiguous reference to the resource within a given context LIB-UA039_p051 Publisher An entity responsible for making the resource available Buffalo Truth Publishing Company State University of New York at Buffalo. University Libraries Subject The topic of the resource Depew, Ganson Buffalo (N.Y.)--Buildings, structures, etc. Description An account of the resource A large three-story house with a steep roof and half-timbered design is shown, partly framed by trees. The structure has tall windows, a covered entry with a small gabled roof and striped awning, and an enclosed sunroom extending along the side. Landscaping surrounds the foundation. The description and alternative text may have been partially generated using an AI tool and may contain errors or omissions. Language A language of the resource eng Type The nature or genre of the resource Image Is Part Of A related resource in which the described resource is physically or logically included. Beautiful homes of Buffalo / edited and prepared by Mark H. Hubbell. F129.B843 B4 1915 Beautiful Buffalo Homes. LIB-UA039 Rights Information about rights held in and over the resource <a href="https://rightsstatements.org/page/CNE/1.0/">COPYRIGHT NOT EVALUATED</a>. The copyright and related rights status of this Item has not been evaluated. Please refer to the organization that has made the Item available for more information. You are free to use this Item in any way that is permitted by the copyright and related rights legislation that applies to your use. This digital collection is made available for research and educational purposes. 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Title A name given to the resource Beautiful Buffalo Homes Subject The topic of the resource Buffalo (N.Y.) Description An account of the resource Collection of photographs from the 1915 book, "Beautiful Buffalo Homes." Creator An entity primarily responsible for making the resource Hubbell, Mark H. Source A related resource from which the described resource is derived Beautiful homes of Buffalo : illustrated / edited and prepared by Mark H. Hubbell Publisher An entity responsible for making the resource available <span>Buffalo Truth Publishing Company ; State University of New York at Buffalo. University Archives</span> Date A point or period of time associated with an event in the lifecycle of the resource 1915 Contributor An entity responsible for making contributions to the resource State University of New York at Buffalo. University Archives Rights Information about rights held in and over the resource COPYRIGHT NOT EVALUATED. 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Access Rights Information about who can access the resource or an indication of its security status. Access Rights may include information regarding access or restrictions based on privacy, security, or other policies. No known restrictions on publication. Identifier An unambiguous reference to the resource within a given context LIB-UA039 Still Image A static visual representation. Examples of still images are: paintings, drawings, graphic designs, plans and maps. Recommended best practice is to assign the type "text" to images of textual materials. Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource Home of Dr. George T. Hickelton, 99 Wesley Avenue. Creator An entity primarily responsible for making the resource Hubbell, Mark H. Source A related resource from which the described resource is derived Beautiful homes of Buffalo : illustrated / edited and prepared by Mark H. Hubbell State University of New York at Buffalo. University Archives Date A point or period of time associated with an event in the lifecycle of the resource 1915 Date Created Date of creation of the resource. 2016-04-22 Format The file format, physical medium, or dimensions of the resource Image/jpeg Identifier An unambiguous reference to the resource within a given context LIB-UA039_p052 Publisher An entity responsible for making the resource available Buffalo Truth Publishing Company State University of New York at Buffalo. University Libraries Subject The topic of the resource Hickelton, George T. Buffalo (N.Y.)--Buildings, structures, etc. Description An account of the resource A three-story house with a steep roof and central chimney is shown. The house has wide dormer windows on the top floor, a full-width front porch with a sloping roof, and striped awnings over the windows. Steps lead up from the sidewalk to the porch entrance, with small shrubs and plants along the front yard. The description and alternative text may have been partially generated using an AI tool and may contain errors or omissions. Language A language of the resource eng Type The nature or genre of the resource Image Is Part Of A related resource in which the described resource is physically or logically included. Beautiful homes of Buffalo / edited and prepared by Mark H. Hubbell. F129.B843 B4 1915 Beautiful Buffalo Homes. LIB-UA039 Rights Information about rights held in and over the resource <a href="https://rightsstatements.org/page/CNE/1.0/">COPYRIGHT NOT EVALUATED</a>. The copyright and related rights status of this Item has not been evaluated. Please refer to the organization that has made the Item available for more information. 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Title A name given to the resource Beautiful Buffalo Homes Subject The topic of the resource Buffalo (N.Y.) Description An account of the resource Collection of photographs from the 1915 book, "Beautiful Buffalo Homes." Creator An entity primarily responsible for making the resource Hubbell, Mark H. Source A related resource from which the described resource is derived Beautiful homes of Buffalo : illustrated / edited and prepared by Mark H. Hubbell Publisher An entity responsible for making the resource available <span>Buffalo Truth Publishing Company ; State University of New York at Buffalo. University Archives</span> Date A point or period of time associated with an event in the lifecycle of the resource 1915 Contributor An entity responsible for making contributions to the resource State University of New York at Buffalo. University Archives Rights Information about rights held in and over the resource COPYRIGHT NOT EVALUATED. 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Access Rights Information about who can access the resource or an indication of its security status. Access Rights may include information regarding access or restrictions based on privacy, security, or other policies. No known restrictions on publication. Identifier An unambiguous reference to the resource within a given context LIB-UA039 Still Image A static visual representation. Examples of still images are: paintings, drawings, graphic designs, plans and maps. Recommended best practice is to assign the type "text" to images of textual materials. Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource Home of Henry C. Tucker, 69 The Circle. Creator An entity primarily responsible for making the resource Hubbell, Mark H. Source A related resource from which the described resource is derived Beautiful homes of Buffalo : illustrated / edited and prepared by Mark H. Hubbell State University of New York at Buffalo. University Archives Date A point or period of time associated with an event in the lifecycle of the resource 1915 Date Created Date of creation of the resource. 2016-04-22 Format The file format, physical medium, or dimensions of the resource Image/jpeg Identifier An unambiguous reference to the resource within a given context LIB-UA039_p053 Publisher An entity responsible for making the resource available Buffalo Truth Publishing Company State University of New York at Buffalo. University Libraries Description An account of the resource Broker. A three-story house with steep gabled roofs and decorative trim is shown. The facade features a covered front porch supported by columns, a second-floor balcony, and striped fabric awnings over the windows and porch. Steps lead up from the sidewalk to the entrance. The description and alternative text may have been partially generated using an AI tool and may contain errors or omissions. Subject The topic of the resource Tucker, Henry C. Buffalo (N.Y.)--Buildings, structures, etc. Language A language of the resource eng Type The nature or genre of the resource Image Is Part Of A related resource in which the described resource is physically or logically included. Beautiful homes of Buffalo / edited and prepared by Mark H. Hubbell. F129.B843 B4 1915 Beautiful Buffalo Homes. LIB-UA039 Rights Information about rights held in and over the resource <a href="https://rightsstatements.org/page/CNE/1.0/">COPYRIGHT NOT EVALUATED</a>. The copyright and related rights status of this Item has not been evaluated. Please refer to the organization that has made the Item available for more information. 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Title A name given to the resource Beautiful Buffalo Homes Subject The topic of the resource Buffalo (N.Y.) Description An account of the resource Collection of photographs from the 1915 book, "Beautiful Buffalo Homes." Creator An entity primarily responsible for making the resource Hubbell, Mark H. Source A related resource from which the described resource is derived Beautiful homes of Buffalo : illustrated / edited and prepared by Mark H. Hubbell Publisher An entity responsible for making the resource available <span>Buffalo Truth Publishing Company ; State University of New York at Buffalo. University Archives</span> Date A point or period of time associated with an event in the lifecycle of the resource 1915 Contributor An entity responsible for making contributions to the resource State University of New York at Buffalo. University Archives Rights Information about rights held in and over the resource COPYRIGHT NOT EVALUATED. 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Access Rights Information about who can access the resource or an indication of its security status. Access Rights may include information regarding access or restrictions based on privacy, security, or other policies. No known restrictions on publication. Identifier An unambiguous reference to the resource within a given context LIB-UA039 Still Image A static visual representation. Examples of still images are: paintings, drawings, graphic designs, plans and maps. Recommended best practice is to assign the type "text" to images of textual materials. Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource Home of Walter W. Steele, 580 West Ferry Street. Creator An entity primarily responsible for making the resource Hubbell, Mark H. Source A related resource from which the described resource is derived Beautiful homes of Buffalo : illustrated / edited and prepared by Mark H. Hubbell State University of New York at Buffalo. University Archives Date A point or period of time associated with an event in the lifecycle of the resource 1915 Date Created Date of creation of the resource. 2016-04-22 Format The file format, physical medium, or dimensions of the resource Image/jpeg Identifier An unambiguous reference to the resource within a given context LIB-UA039_p054 Publisher An entity responsible for making the resource available Buffalo Truth Publishing Company State University of New York at Buffalo. University Libraries Description An account of the resource Osteopathic Physician. A two-story brick house with a gabled roof and symmetrical facade is shown. The front features four tall columns supporting a portico, with steps leading up to the central entrance. A small arched window is visible above the porch in the gable, and hedges border the front lawn. The description and alternative text may have been partially generated using an AI tool and may contain errors or omissions. Subject The topic of the resource Steele, Walter W. Buffalo (N.Y.)--Buildings, structures, etc. Language A language of the resource eng Type The nature or genre of the resource Image Is Part Of A related resource in which the described resource is physically or logically included. Beautiful homes of Buffalo / edited and prepared by Mark H. Hubbell. F129.B843 B4 1915 Beautiful Buffalo Homes. LIB-UA039 Rights Information about rights held in and over the resource <a href="https://rightsstatements.org/page/CNE/1.0/">COPYRIGHT NOT EVALUATED</a>. The copyright and related rights status of this Item has not been evaluated. Please refer to the organization that has made the Item available for more information. 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Description An account of the resource Collection of photographs from the 1915 book, "Beautiful Buffalo Homes." Creator An entity primarily responsible for making the resource Hubbell, Mark H. Source A related resource from which the described resource is derived Beautiful homes of Buffalo : illustrated / edited and prepared by Mark H. Hubbell Publisher An entity responsible for making the resource available <span>Buffalo Truth Publishing Company ; State University of New York at Buffalo. University Archives</span> Date A point or period of time associated with an event in the lifecycle of the resource 1915 Contributor An entity responsible for making contributions to the resource State University of New York at Buffalo. University Archives Rights Information about rights held in and over the resource COPYRIGHT NOT EVALUATED. The copyright and related rights status of this Item has not been evaluated. 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Access Rights may include information regarding access or restrictions based on privacy, security, or other policies. No known restrictions on publication. Identifier An unambiguous reference to the resource within a given context LIB-UA039 Still Image A static visual representation. Examples of still images are: paintings, drawings, graphic designs, plans and maps. Recommended best practice is to assign the type "text" to images of textual materials. Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource Estate of the late Mrs. Frank H. Goodyear, 762 Delaware Ave. Creator An entity primarily responsible for making the resource Hubbell, Mark H. Source A related resource from which the described resource is derived Beautiful homes of Buffalo : illustrated / edited and prepared by Mark H. Hubbell State University of New York at Buffalo. University Archives Date A point or period of time associated with an event in the lifecycle of the resource 1915 Date Created Date of creation of the resource. 2016-04-22 Format The file format, physical medium, or dimensions of the resource Image/jpeg Identifier An unambiguous reference to the resource within a given context LIB-UA039_p055a Publisher An entity responsible for making the resource available Buffalo Truth Publishing Company State University of New York at Buffalo. University Libraries Subject The topic of the resource Goodyear, Frank H. Goodyear, Josephine Buffalo (N.Y.)--Buildings, structures, etc. Description An account of the resource A landscaped garden with a rectangular reflecting pool in the foreground is shown. A stone bench sits on the lawn near the pool, and a decorative fountain stands further back on the left side. Trees and shrubs surround the garden, with part of a large building visible on the right. The description and alternative text may have been partially generated using an AI tool and may contain errors or omissions. Language A language of the resource eng Type The nature or genre of the resource Image Is Part Of A related resource in which the described resource is physically or logically included. Beautiful homes of Buffalo / edited and prepared by Mark H. Hubbell. F129.B843 B4 1915 Beautiful Buffalo Homes. LIB-UA039 Rights Information about rights held in and over the resource <a href="https://rightsstatements.org/page/CNE/1.0/">COPYRIGHT NOT EVALUATED</a>. The copyright and related rights status of this Item has not been evaluated. Please refer to the organization that has made the Item available for more information. You are free to use this Item in any way that is permitted by the copyright and related rights legislation that applies to your use. This digital collection is made available for research and educational purposes. 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Description An account of the resource Collection of photographs from the 1915 book, "Beautiful Buffalo Homes." Creator An entity primarily responsible for making the resource Hubbell, Mark H. Source A related resource from which the described resource is derived Beautiful homes of Buffalo : illustrated / edited and prepared by Mark H. Hubbell Publisher An entity responsible for making the resource available <span>Buffalo Truth Publishing Company ; State University of New York at Buffalo. University Archives</span> Date A point or period of time associated with an event in the lifecycle of the resource 1915 Contributor An entity responsible for making contributions to the resource State University of New York at Buffalo. University Archives Rights Information about rights held in and over the resource COPYRIGHT NOT EVALUATED. The copyright and related rights status of this Item has not been evaluated. 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Access Rights may include information regarding access or restrictions based on privacy, security, or other policies. No known restrictions on publication. Identifier An unambiguous reference to the resource within a given context LIB-UA039 Still Image A static visual representation. Examples of still images are: paintings, drawings, graphic designs, plans and maps. Recommended best practice is to assign the type "text" to images of textual materials. Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource Home of the late Mrs. Frank H. Goodyear, 762 Delaware Ave. Creator An entity primarily responsible for making the resource Hubbell, Mark H. Source A related resource from which the described resource is derived Beautiful homes of Buffalo : illustrated / edited and prepared by Mark H. Hubbell State University of New York at Buffalo. University Archives Date A point or period of time associated with an event in the lifecycle of the resource 1915 Date Created Date of creation of the resource. 2016-04-22 Format The file format, physical medium, or dimensions of the resource Image/jpeg Identifier An unambiguous reference to the resource within a given context LIB-UA039_p055b Publisher An entity responsible for making the resource available Buffalo Truth Publishing Company State University of New York at Buffalo. University Libraries Subject The topic of the resource Goodyear, Frank H. Goodyear, Josephine Buffalo (N.Y.)--Buildings, structures, etc. Description An account of the resource A large stone building with tall, narrow windows is partly obscured by trees in the foreground. The structure has a symmetrical facade with decorative stonework and a projecting arched entryway on the right that leads to a covered drive. A curved walkway connects the driveway to the street. The description and alternative text may have been partially generated using an AI tool and may contain errors or omissions. Language A language of the resource eng Type The nature or genre of the resource Image Is Part Of A related resource in which the described resource is physically or logically included. Beautiful homes of Buffalo / edited and prepared by Mark H. Hubbell. F129.B843 B4 1915 Beautiful Buffalo Homes. LIB-UA039 Rights Information about rights held in and over the resource <a href="https://rightsstatements.org/page/CNE/1.0/">COPYRIGHT NOT EVALUATED</a>. The copyright and related rights status of this Item has not been evaluated. Please refer to the organization that has made the Item available for more information. You are free to use this Item in any way that is permitted by the copyright and related rights legislation that applies to your use. 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Description An account of the resource Collection of photographs from the 1915 book, "Beautiful Buffalo Homes." Creator An entity primarily responsible for making the resource Hubbell, Mark H. Source A related resource from which the described resource is derived Beautiful homes of Buffalo : illustrated / edited and prepared by Mark H. Hubbell Publisher An entity responsible for making the resource available <span>Buffalo Truth Publishing Company ; State University of New York at Buffalo. University Archives</span> Date A point or period of time associated with an event in the lifecycle of the resource 1915 Contributor An entity responsible for making contributions to the resource State University of New York at Buffalo. University Archives Rights Information about rights held in and over the resource COPYRIGHT NOT EVALUATED. The copyright and related rights status of this Item has not been evaluated. 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Access Rights may include information regarding access or restrictions based on privacy, security, or other policies. No known restrictions on publication. Identifier An unambiguous reference to the resource within a given context LIB-UA039 Still Image A static visual representation. Examples of still images are: paintings, drawings, graphic designs, plans and maps. Recommended best practice is to assign the type "text" to images of textual materials. Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource Home of Charles W. Miller, 172 Summer Street. Creator An entity primarily responsible for making the resource Hubbell, Mark H. Source A related resource from which the described resource is derived Beautiful homes of Buffalo : illustrated / edited and prepared by Mark H. Hubbell State University of New York at Buffalo. University Archives Date A point or period of time associated with an event in the lifecycle of the resource 1915 Date Created Date of creation of the resource. 2016-04-22 Format The file format, physical medium, or dimensions of the resource Image/jpeg Identifier An unambiguous reference to the resource within a given context LIB-UA039_p056 Publisher An entity responsible for making the resource available Buffalo Truth Publishing Company State University of New York at Buffalo. University Libraries Description An account of the resource President of the C.W. Miler Transfer Co. A two-story brick house with a tall square tower and multiple chimneys is shown. One side of the house is covered in ivy, while the other features a large covered porch with potted plants along the railing. A short set of steps leads to the entrance, and the property is bordered by shrubs and trees. The description and alternative text may have been partially generated using an AI tool and may contain errors or omissions. Subject The topic of the resource Miller, Charles W. Buffalo (N.Y.)--Buildings, structures, etc. Language A language of the resource eng Type The nature or genre of the resource Image Is Part Of A related resource in which the described resource is physically or logically included. Beautiful homes of Buffalo / edited and prepared by Mark H. Hubbell. F129.B843 B4 1915 Beautiful Buffalo Homes. LIB-UA039 Rights Information about rights held in and over the resource <a href="https://rightsstatements.org/page/CNE/1.0/">COPYRIGHT NOT EVALUATED</a>. The copyright and related rights status of this Item has not been evaluated. Please refer to the organization that has made the Item available for more information. You are free to use this Item in any way that is permitted by the copyright and related rights legislation that applies to your use. 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Description An account of the resource Collection of photographs from the 1915 book, "Beautiful Buffalo Homes." Creator An entity primarily responsible for making the resource Hubbell, Mark H. Source A related resource from which the described resource is derived Beautiful homes of Buffalo : illustrated / edited and prepared by Mark H. Hubbell Publisher An entity responsible for making the resource available <span>Buffalo Truth Publishing Company ; State University of New York at Buffalo. University Archives</span> Date A point or period of time associated with an event in the lifecycle of the resource 1915 Contributor An entity responsible for making contributions to the resource State University of New York at Buffalo. University Archives Rights Information about rights held in and over the resource COPYRIGHT NOT EVALUATED. The copyright and related rights status of this Item has not been evaluated. 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Access Rights may include information regarding access or restrictions based on privacy, security, or other policies. No known restrictions on publication. Identifier An unambiguous reference to the resource within a given context LIB-UA039 Still Image A static visual representation. Examples of still images are: paintings, drawings, graphic designs, plans and maps. Recommended best practice is to assign the type "text" to images of textual materials. Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource Home of Harry T. Ramsdell, 126 Chapin Parkway. Creator An entity primarily responsible for making the resource Hubbell, Mark H. Source A related resource from which the described resource is derived Beautiful homes of Buffalo : illustrated / edited and prepared by Mark H. Hubbell State University of New York at Buffalo. University Archives Date A point or period of time associated with an event in the lifecycle of the resource 1915 Date Created Date of creation of the resource. 2016-04-22 Format The file format, physical medium, or dimensions of the resource Image/jpeg Identifier An unambiguous reference to the resource within a given context LIB-UA039_p057 Publisher An entity responsible for making the resource available Buffalo Truth Publishing Company State University of New York at Buffalo. University Libraries Description An account of the resource President of the Manufacturers & Traders National Bank. A large two-story stucco house with a hipped roof and dormer windows is shown, surrounded by trees and a landscaped lawn. The house has arched openings on the ground floor, awnings over the windows, and a covered porch with chairs and tables. Shrubs and tall trees frame the property. The description and alternative text may have been partially generated using an AI tool and may contain errors or omissions. Subject The topic of the resource Ramsdell, Harry T. Buffalo (N.Y.)--Buildings, structures, etc. Language A language of the resource eng Type The nature or genre of the resource Image Is Part Of A related resource in which the described resource is physically or logically included. Beautiful homes of Buffalo / edited and prepared by Mark H. Hubbell. F129.B843 B4 1915 Beautiful Buffalo Homes. LIB-UA039 Rights Information about rights held in and over the resource <a href="https://rightsstatements.org/page/CNE/1.0/">COPYRIGHT NOT EVALUATED</a>. The copyright and related rights status of this Item has not been evaluated. Please refer to the organization that has made the Item available for more information. You are free to use this Item in any way that is permitted by the copyright and related rights legislation that applies to your use. 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Title A name given to the resource Beautiful Buffalo Homes Subject The topic of the resource Buffalo (N.Y.) Description An account of the resource Collection of photographs from the 1915 book, "Beautiful Buffalo Homes." Creator An entity primarily responsible for making the resource Hubbell, Mark H. Source A related resource from which the described resource is derived Beautiful homes of Buffalo : illustrated / edited and prepared by Mark H. Hubbell Publisher An entity responsible for making the resource available <span>Buffalo Truth Publishing Company ; State University of New York at Buffalo. University Archives</span> Date A point or period of time associated with an event in the lifecycle of the resource 1915 Contributor An entity responsible for making contributions to the resource State University of New York at Buffalo. University Archives Rights Information about rights held in and over the resource COPYRIGHT NOT EVALUATED. 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Access Rights Information about who can access the resource or an indication of its security status. Access Rights may include information regarding access or restrictions based on privacy, security, or other policies. No known restrictions on publication. Identifier An unambiguous reference to the resource within a given context LIB-UA039 Still Image A static visual representation. Examples of still images are: paintings, drawings, graphic designs, plans and maps. Recommended best practice is to assign the type "text" to images of textual materials. Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource Home of Walter P. Cooke, 155 Summer Street. Creator An entity primarily responsible for making the resource Hubbell, Mark H. Source A related resource from which the described resource is derived Beautiful homes of Buffalo : illustrated / edited and prepared by Mark H. Hubbell State University of New York at Buffalo. University Archives Date A point or period of time associated with an event in the lifecycle of the resource 1915 Date Created Date of creation of the resource. 2016-04-22 Format The file format, physical medium, or dimensions of the resource Image/jpeg Identifier An unambiguous reference to the resource within a given context LIB-UA039_p058 Publisher An entity responsible for making the resource available Buffalo Truth Publishing Company State University of New York at Buffalo. University Libraries Description An account of the resource Member of the Law Firm Kenefick, Cooke, Mitchell & Bass, Various Financial Institutions and Public Service Corporations. A large two-story brick building with a symmetrical design is shown, partly obscured by tall trees in front. The structure has two projecting wings with bay windows and arched openings, while the central entrance features a recessed arched doorway. A walkway leads from the sidewalk to the main steps. The description and alternative text may have been partially generated using an AI tool and may contain errors or omissions. Subject The topic of the resource Cooke, Walter Platt, 1869-1931 Buffalo (N.Y.)--Buildings, structures, etc. Language A language of the resource eng Type The nature or genre of the resource Image Is Part Of A related resource in which the described resource is physically or logically included. Beautiful homes of Buffalo / edited and prepared by Mark H. Hubbell. F129.B843 B4 1915 Beautiful Buffalo Homes. LIB-UA039 Rights Information about rights held in and over the resource <a href="https://rightsstatements.org/page/CNE/1.0/">COPYRIGHT NOT EVALUATED</a>. The copyright and related rights status of this Item has not been evaluated. 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Title A name given to the resource Beautiful Buffalo Homes Subject The topic of the resource Buffalo (N.Y.) Description An account of the resource Collection of photographs from the 1915 book, "Beautiful Buffalo Homes." Creator An entity primarily responsible for making the resource Hubbell, Mark H. Source A related resource from which the described resource is derived Beautiful homes of Buffalo : illustrated / edited and prepared by Mark H. Hubbell Publisher An entity responsible for making the resource available <span>Buffalo Truth Publishing Company ; State University of New York at Buffalo. University Archives</span> Date A point or period of time associated with an event in the lifecycle of the resource 1915 Contributor An entity responsible for making contributions to the resource State University of New York at Buffalo. University Archives Rights Information about rights held in and over the resource COPYRIGHT NOT EVALUATED. 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Access Rights Information about who can access the resource or an indication of its security status. Access Rights may include information regarding access or restrictions based on privacy, security, or other policies. No known restrictions on publication. Identifier An unambiguous reference to the resource within a given context LIB-UA039 Still Image A static visual representation. Examples of still images are: paintings, drawings, graphic designs, plans and maps. Recommended best practice is to assign the type "text" to images of textual materials. Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource Home of Dr. Conrad E. Wettlaufer, 1234 Delaware Avenue. Creator An entity primarily responsible for making the resource Hubbell, Mark H. Source A related resource from which the described resource is derived Beautiful homes of Buffalo : illustrated / edited and prepared by Mark H. Hubbell State University of New York at Buffalo. University Archives Date A point or period of time associated with an event in the lifecycle of the resource 1915 Date Created Date of creation of the resource. 2016-04-22 Format The file format, physical medium, or dimensions of the resource Image/jpeg Identifier An unambiguous reference to the resource within a given context LIB-UA039_p059 Publisher An entity responsible for making the resource available Buffalo Truth Publishing Company State University of New York at Buffalo. University Libraries Description An account of the resource President of the H.D. Taylor Co., Director in the Commonwealth Trust Co. A large two-story brick house with a symmetrical facade and a columned portico is shown. Four tall columns support a triangular pediment above the entrance, and steps lead up from a walkway to the front door. The house has evenly spaced windows with shutters and a small circular window centered in the pediment. The description and alternative text may have been partially generated using an AI tool and may contain errors or omissions. Subject The topic of the resource Wettlaufer, Conrad E. Buffalo (N.Y.)--Buildings, structures, etc. Language A language of the resource eng Type The nature or genre of the resource Image Is Part Of A related resource in which the described resource is physically or logically included. Beautiful homes of Buffalo / edited and prepared by Mark H. Hubbell. F129.B843 B4 1915 Beautiful Buffalo Homes. LIB-UA039 Rights Information about rights held in and over the resource <a href="https://rightsstatements.org/page/CNE/1.0/">COPYRIGHT NOT EVALUATED</a>. The copyright and related rights status of this Item has not been evaluated. 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Title A name given to the resource Beautiful Buffalo Homes Subject The topic of the resource Buffalo (N.Y.) Description An account of the resource Collection of photographs from the 1915 book, "Beautiful Buffalo Homes." Creator An entity primarily responsible for making the resource Hubbell, Mark H. Source A related resource from which the described resource is derived Beautiful homes of Buffalo : illustrated / edited and prepared by Mark H. Hubbell Publisher An entity responsible for making the resource available <span>Buffalo Truth Publishing Company ; State University of New York at Buffalo. University Archives</span> Date A point or period of time associated with an event in the lifecycle of the resource 1915 Contributor An entity responsible for making contributions to the resource State University of New York at Buffalo. University Archives Rights Information about rights held in and over the resource COPYRIGHT NOT EVALUATED. 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Access Rights Information about who can access the resource or an indication of its security status. Access Rights may include information regarding access or restrictions based on privacy, security, or other policies. No known restrictions on publication. Identifier An unambiguous reference to the resource within a given context LIB-UA039 Still Image A static visual representation. Examples of still images are: paintings, drawings, graphic designs, plans and maps. Recommended best practice is to assign the type "text" to images of textual materials. Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource A view of Park Lake, Delaware Park. Creator An entity primarily responsible for making the resource Hubbell, Mark H. Source A related resource from which the described resource is derived Beautiful homes of Buffalo : illustrated / edited and prepared by Mark H. Hubbell State University of New York at Buffalo. University Archives Date A point or period of time associated with an event in the lifecycle of the resource 1915 Date Created Date of creation of the resource. 2016-04-22 Format The file format, physical medium, or dimensions of the resource Image/jpeg Identifier An unambiguous reference to the resource within a given context LIB-UA039_p060 Publisher An entity responsible for making the resource available Buffalo Truth Publishing Company State University of New York at Buffalo. University Libraries Subject The topic of the resource Buffalo (N.Y.) Parks--New York (State)--Buffalo Description An account of the resource A large body of water is bordered by dense trees along the shoreline. A small boat is visible on the water, and two people walk along a grassy area in the foreground. The sky is lightly overcast. The description and alternative text may have been partially generated using an AI tool and may contain errors or omissions. Language A language of the resource eng Type The nature or genre of the resource Image Is Part Of A related resource in which the described resource is physically or logically included. Beautiful homes of Buffalo / edited and prepared by Mark H. Hubbell. F129.B843 B4 1915 Beautiful Buffalo Homes. LIB-UA039 Rights Information about rights held in and over the resource <a href="https://rightsstatements.org/page/CNE/1.0/">COPYRIGHT NOT EVALUATED</a>. The copyright and related rights status of this Item has not been evaluated. Please refer to the organization that has made the Item available for more information. You are free to use this Item in any way that is permitted by the copyright and related rights legislation that applies to your use. This digital collection is made available for research and educational purposes. 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Title A name given to the resource Beautiful Buffalo Homes Subject The topic of the resource Buffalo (N.Y.) Description An account of the resource Collection of photographs from the 1915 book, "Beautiful Buffalo Homes." Creator An entity primarily responsible for making the resource Hubbell, Mark H. Source A related resource from which the described resource is derived Beautiful homes of Buffalo : illustrated / edited and prepared by Mark H. Hubbell Publisher An entity responsible for making the resource available <span>Buffalo Truth Publishing Company ; State University of New York at Buffalo. University Archives</span> Date A point or period of time associated with an event in the lifecycle of the resource 1915 Contributor An entity responsible for making contributions to the resource State University of New York at Buffalo. University Archives Rights Information about rights held in and over the resource COPYRIGHT NOT EVALUATED. 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Access Rights Information about who can access the resource or an indication of its security status. Access Rights may include information regarding access or restrictions based on privacy, security, or other policies. No known restrictions on publication. Identifier An unambiguous reference to the resource within a given context LIB-UA039 Still Image A static visual representation. Examples of still images are: paintings, drawings, graphic designs, plans and maps. Recommended best practice is to assign the type "text" to images of textual materials. Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource The summer home of Robert B. Adam, Lake View, N.Y. Creator An entity primarily responsible for making the resource Hubbell, Mark H. Source A related resource from which the described resource is derived Beautiful homes of Buffalo : illustrated / edited and prepared by Mark H. Hubbell State University of New York at Buffalo. University Archives Date A point or period of time associated with an event in the lifecycle of the resource 1915 Date Created Date of creation of the resource. 2016-04-22 Format The file format, physical medium, or dimensions of the resource Image/jpeg Identifier An unambiguous reference to the resource within a given context LIB-UA039_p061 Publisher An entity responsible for making the resource available Buffalo Truth Publishing Company State University of New York at Buffalo. University Libraries Description An account of the resource President and Treasurer Adam, Meldrum & Anderson Co. A large two-story house with a gabled roof and central chimney is shown, partly framed by trees in the foreground. The house features dormer windows, a columned entrance, and multiple window groupings along the facade. The front lawn is landscaped with small trees and shrubs. The description and alternative text may have been partially generated using an AI tool and may contain errors or omissions. Subject The topic of the resource Adam, Robert B. Buffalo (N.Y.)--Buildings, structures, etc. Language A language of the resource eng Type The nature or genre of the resource Image Is Part Of A related resource in which the described resource is physically or logically included. Beautiful homes of Buffalo / edited and prepared by Mark H. Hubbell. F129.B843 B4 1915 Beautiful Buffalo Homes. LIB-UA039 Rights Information about rights held in and over the resource <a href="https://rightsstatements.org/page/CNE/1.0/">COPYRIGHT NOT EVALUATED</a>. The copyright and related rights status of this Item has not been evaluated. Please refer to the organization that has made the Item available for more information. 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Description An account of the resource Collection of photographs from the 1915 book, "Beautiful Buffalo Homes." Creator An entity primarily responsible for making the resource Hubbell, Mark H. Source A related resource from which the described resource is derived Beautiful homes of Buffalo : illustrated / edited and prepared by Mark H. Hubbell Publisher An entity responsible for making the resource available <span>Buffalo Truth Publishing Company ; State University of New York at Buffalo. University Archives</span> Date A point or period of time associated with an event in the lifecycle of the resource 1915 Contributor An entity responsible for making contributions to the resource State University of New York at Buffalo. University Archives Rights Information about rights held in and over the resource COPYRIGHT NOT EVALUATED. The copyright and related rights status of this Item has not been evaluated. 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Access Rights may include information regarding access or restrictions based on privacy, security, or other policies. No known restrictions on publication. Identifier An unambiguous reference to the resource within a given context LIB-UA039 Still Image A static visual representation. Examples of still images are: paintings, drawings, graphic designs, plans and maps. Recommended best practice is to assign the type "text" to images of textual materials. Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource Home of Thomas J. Overturf, 319 Elmwood Avenue. Creator An entity primarily responsible for making the resource Hubbell, Mark H. Source A related resource from which the described resource is derived Beautiful homes of Buffalo : illustrated / edited and prepared by Mark H. Hubbell State University of New York at Buffalo. University Archives Date A point or period of time associated with an event in the lifecycle of the resource 1915 Date Created Date of creation of the resource. 2016-04-22 Format The file format, physical medium, or dimensions of the resource Image/jpeg Identifier An unambiguous reference to the resource within a given context LIB-UA039_p062 Publisher An entity responsible for making the resource available Buffalo Truth Publishing Company State University of New York at Buffalo. University Libraries Description An account of the resource Member of the Firm of Gurney & Overturf. A three-story house with a steep gabled roof and multiple chimneys is shown. The front features a curved second-story balcony with a balustrade, supported by columns forming a porch below. A large tree stands directly in front of the house, partially obscuring the view. The description and alternative text may have been partially generated using an AI tool and may contain errors or omissions. Subject The topic of the resource Overturf, Thomas J. Buffalo (N.Y.)--Buildings, structures, etc. Language A language of the resource eng Type The nature or genre of the resource Image Is Part Of A related resource in which the described resource is physically or logically included. Beautiful homes of Buffalo / edited and prepared by Mark H. Hubbell. F129.B843 B4 1915 Beautiful Buffalo Homes. LIB-UA039 Rights Information about rights held in and over the resource <a href="https://rightsstatements.org/page/CNE/1.0/">COPYRIGHT NOT EVALUATED</a>. The copyright and related rights status of this Item has not been evaluated. Please refer to the organization that has made the Item available for more information. You are free to use this Item in any way that is permitted by the copyright and related rights legislation that applies to your use. 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Elmwood Strip https://digital.lib.buffalo.edu/files/original/7c302cbdbf9dc9222f7d31d31114d19b.jpg 1664f70a000888b00fffcd16cab7a2b3 Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Description An account of the resource Three-story gambrel-roofed house with dormer windows, columned porch, and shutters. Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource Beautiful Buffalo Homes Subject The topic of the resource Buffalo (N.Y.) Description An account of the resource Collection of photographs from the 1915 book, "Beautiful Buffalo Homes." Creator An entity primarily responsible for making the resource Hubbell, Mark H. Source A related resource from which the described resource is derived Beautiful homes of Buffalo : illustrated / edited and prepared by Mark H. Hubbell Publisher An entity responsible for making the resource available <span>Buffalo Truth Publishing Company ; State University of New York at Buffalo. University Archives</span> Date A point or period of time associated with an event in the lifecycle of the resource 1915 Contributor An entity responsible for making contributions to the resource State University of New York at Buffalo. University Archives Rights Information about rights held in and over the resource COPYRIGHT NOT EVALUATED. The copyright and related rights status of this Item has not been evaluated. Please refer to the organization that has made the Item available for more information. 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Access Rights may include information regarding access or restrictions based on privacy, security, or other policies. No known restrictions on publication. Identifier An unambiguous reference to the resource within a given context LIB-UA039 Still Image A static visual representation. Examples of still images are: paintings, drawings, graphic designs, plans and maps. Recommended best practice is to assign the type "text" to images of textual materials. Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource Home of Henry May, 290 Depew Avenue. Creator An entity primarily responsible for making the resource Hubbell, Mark H. Source A related resource from which the described resource is derived Beautiful homes of Buffalo : illustrated / edited and prepared by Mark H. Hubbell State University of New York at Buffalo. University Archives Date A point or period of time associated with an event in the lifecycle of the resource 1915 Date Created Date of creation of the resource. 2016-04-22 Format The file format, physical medium, or dimensions of the resource Image/jpeg Identifier An unambiguous reference to the resource within a given context LIB-UA039_p063 Publisher An entity responsible for making the resource available Buffalo Truth Publishing Company State University of New York at Buffalo. University Libraries Description An account of the resource Vice President and General Manager Pierce-Arrow Motor Car Company. A large three-story house with a gambrel roof and dormer windows is shown on a corner lot. The house has a columned front porch with steps leading up, and symmetrical windows with shutters. A smaller house with similar architectural style is visible to the left, and tall trees line the street in front. The description and alternative text may have been partially generated using an AI tool and may contain errors or omissions. Subject The topic of the resource May, Henry Buffalo (N.Y.)--Buildings, structures, etc. Language A language of the resource eng Type The nature or genre of the resource Image Is Part Of A related resource in which the described resource is physically or logically included. Beautiful homes of Buffalo / edited and prepared by Mark H. Hubbell. F129.B843 B4 1915 Beautiful Buffalo Homes. LIB-UA039 Rights Information about rights held in and over the resource <a href="https://rightsstatements.org/page/CNE/1.0/">COPYRIGHT NOT EVALUATED</a>. The copyright and related rights status of this Item has not been evaluated. Please refer to the organization that has made the Item available for more information. You are free to use this Item in any way that is permitted by the copyright and related rights legislation that applies to your use. 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Title A name given to the resource Beautiful Buffalo Homes Subject The topic of the resource Buffalo (N.Y.) Description An account of the resource Collection of photographs from the 1915 book, "Beautiful Buffalo Homes." Creator An entity primarily responsible for making the resource Hubbell, Mark H. Source A related resource from which the described resource is derived Beautiful homes of Buffalo : illustrated / edited and prepared by Mark H. Hubbell Publisher An entity responsible for making the resource available <span>Buffalo Truth Publishing Company ; State University of New York at Buffalo. University Archives</span> Date A point or period of time associated with an event in the lifecycle of the resource 1915 Contributor An entity responsible for making contributions to the resource State University of New York at Buffalo. University Archives Rights Information about rights held in and over the resource COPYRIGHT NOT EVALUATED. 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Access Rights Information about who can access the resource or an indication of its security status. Access Rights may include information regarding access or restrictions based on privacy, security, or other policies. No known restrictions on publication. Identifier An unambiguous reference to the resource within a given context LIB-UA039 Still Image A static visual representation. Examples of still images are: paintings, drawings, graphic designs, plans and maps. Recommended best practice is to assign the type "text" to images of textual materials. Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource Home of George W. Olmsted, 161 Windsor Avenue. Creator An entity primarily responsible for making the resource Hubbell, Mark H. Source A related resource from which the described resource is derived Beautiful homes of Buffalo : illustrated / edited and prepared by Mark H. Hubbell State University of New York at Buffalo. University Archives Date A point or period of time associated with an event in the lifecycle of the resource 1915 Date Created Date of creation of the resource. 2016-04-22 Format The file format, physical medium, or dimensions of the resource Image/jpeg Identifier An unambiguous reference to the resource within a given context LIB-UA039_p064 Publisher An entity responsible for making the resource available Buffalo Truth Publishing Company State University of New York at Buffalo. University Libraries Description An account of the resource Treasurer Niagara Falls Milling Co. A two-and-a-half-story brick and stucco house with a broad hip roof and three dormer windows is shown. The windows are fitted with striped awnings, and a tall chimney rises along the right side. A covered porch extends from the right, and trimmed hedges border the lawn in front. The description and alternative text may have been partially generated using an AI tool and may contain errors or omissions. Subject The topic of the resource Olmsted, George W. Buffalo (N.Y.)--Buildings, structures, etc. Language A language of the resource eng Type The nature or genre of the resource Image Is Part Of A related resource in which the described resource is physically or logically included. Beautiful homes of Buffalo / edited and prepared by Mark H. Hubbell. F129.B843 B4 1915 Beautiful Buffalo Homes. LIB-UA039 Rights Information about rights held in and over the resource <a href="https://rightsstatements.org/page/CNE/1.0/">COPYRIGHT NOT EVALUATED</a>. The copyright and related rights status of this Item has not been evaluated. Please refer to the organization that has made the Item available for more information. 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Title A name given to the resource Beautiful Buffalo Homes Subject The topic of the resource Buffalo (N.Y.) Description An account of the resource Collection of photographs from the 1915 book, "Beautiful Buffalo Homes." Creator An entity primarily responsible for making the resource Hubbell, Mark H. Source A related resource from which the described resource is derived Beautiful homes of Buffalo : illustrated / edited and prepared by Mark H. Hubbell Publisher An entity responsible for making the resource available <span>Buffalo Truth Publishing Company ; State University of New York at Buffalo. University Archives</span> Date A point or period of time associated with an event in the lifecycle of the resource 1915 Contributor An entity responsible for making contributions to the resource State University of New York at Buffalo. University Archives Rights Information about rights held in and over the resource COPYRIGHT NOT EVALUATED. 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Access Rights Information about who can access the resource or an indication of its security status. Access Rights may include information regarding access or restrictions based on privacy, security, or other policies. No known restrictions on publication. Identifier An unambiguous reference to the resource within a given context LIB-UA039 Still Image A static visual representation. Examples of still images are: paintings, drawings, graphic designs, plans and maps. Recommended best practice is to assign the type "text" to images of textual materials. Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource Home of William J. Statler, 177 Bidwell Parkway. Creator An entity primarily responsible for making the resource Hubbell, Mark H. Source A related resource from which the described resource is derived Beautiful homes of Buffalo : illustrated / edited and prepared by Mark H. Hubbell State University of New York at Buffalo. University Archives Date A point or period of time associated with an event in the lifecycle of the resource 1915 Date Created Date of creation of the resource. 2016-04-22 Format The file format, physical medium, or dimensions of the resource Image/jpeg Identifier An unambiguous reference to the resource within a given context LIB-UA039_p065 Publisher An entity responsible for making the resource available Buffalo Truth Publishing Company State University of New York at Buffalo. University Libraries Description An account of the resource Treasurer and Manager Statler's Restaurant. A two-story brick house with a hip roof and dormer windows is shown. The front features a covered porch with a pergola-style roof supported by columns, and a bay window extends on the right side. A stone wall lines the base of the porch, and a paved driveway leads to a detached garage on the left. Mature trees frame the house from the street. The description and alternative text may have been partially generated using an AI tool and may contain errors or omissions. Subject The topic of the resource Statler, William J. Buffalo (N.Y.)--Buildings, structures, etc. Language A language of the resource eng Type The nature or genre of the resource Image Is Part Of A related resource in which the described resource is physically or logically included. Beautiful homes of Buffalo / edited and prepared by Mark H. Hubbell. F129.B843 B4 1915 Beautiful Buffalo Homes. LIB-UA039 Rights Information about rights held in and over the resource <a href="https://rightsstatements.org/page/CNE/1.0/">COPYRIGHT NOT EVALUATED</a>. The copyright and related rights status of this Item has not been evaluated. Please refer to the organization that has made the Item available for more information. 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Title A name given to the resource Beautiful Buffalo Homes Subject The topic of the resource Buffalo (N.Y.) Description An account of the resource Collection of photographs from the 1915 book, "Beautiful Buffalo Homes." Creator An entity primarily responsible for making the resource Hubbell, Mark H. Source A related resource from which the described resource is derived Beautiful homes of Buffalo : illustrated / edited and prepared by Mark H. Hubbell Publisher An entity responsible for making the resource available <span>Buffalo Truth Publishing Company ; State University of New York at Buffalo. University Archives</span> Date A point or period of time associated with an event in the lifecycle of the resource 1915 Contributor An entity responsible for making contributions to the resource State University of New York at Buffalo. University Archives Rights Information about rights held in and over the resource COPYRIGHT NOT EVALUATED. 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Access Rights Information about who can access the resource or an indication of its security status. Access Rights may include information regarding access or restrictions based on privacy, security, or other policies. No known restrictions on publication. Identifier An unambiguous reference to the resource within a given context LIB-UA039 Still Image A static visual representation. Examples of still images are: paintings, drawings, graphic designs, plans and maps. Recommended best practice is to assign the type "text" to images of textual materials. Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource Section of the Front. Creator An entity primarily responsible for making the resource Hubbell, Mark H. Source A related resource from which the described resource is derived Beautiful homes of Buffalo : illustrated / edited and prepared by Mark H. Hubbell State University of New York at Buffalo. University Archives Date A point or period of time associated with an event in the lifecycle of the resource 1915 Date Created Date of creation of the resource. 2016-04-22 Format The file format, physical medium, or dimensions of the resource Image/jpeg Identifier An unambiguous reference to the resource within a given context LIB-UA039_p066 Publisher An entity responsible for making the resource available Buffalo Truth Publishing Company State University of New York at Buffalo. University Libraries Subject The topic of the resource Buffalo (N.Y.) Parks--New York (State)--Buffalo Language A language of the resource eng Type The nature or genre of the resource Image Is Part Of A related resource in which the described resource is physically or logically included. Beautiful homes of Buffalo / edited and prepared by Mark H. Hubbell. F129.B843 B4 1915 Beautiful Buffalo Homes. LIB-UA039 Rights Information about rights held in and over the resource <a href="https://rightsstatements.org/page/CNE/1.0/">COPYRIGHT NOT EVALUATED</a>. The copyright and related rights status of this Item has not been evaluated. Please refer to the organization that has made the Item available for more information. You are free to use this Item in any way that is permitted by the copyright and related rights legislation that applies to your use. This digital collection is made available for research and educational purposes. Researchers are responsible for determining copyright status, and securing permissions for use and publication of any material. Copyright for items in this collection may be held by the creators, their heirs, or assigns. 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Front Park https://digital.lib.buffalo.edu/files/original/58cddca0827d6357a279bf826425848d.jpg 076c3ec6c2e5743bb73a6b77bdc31082 Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Description An account of the resource Three-story house with a rounded corner tower, steep roof, and front porch. Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource Beautiful Buffalo Homes Subject The topic of the resource Buffalo (N.Y.) Description An account of the resource Collection of photographs from the 1915 book, "Beautiful Buffalo Homes." Creator An entity primarily responsible for making the resource Hubbell, Mark H. Source A related resource from which the described resource is derived Beautiful homes of Buffalo : illustrated / edited and prepared by Mark H. Hubbell Publisher An entity responsible for making the resource available <span>Buffalo Truth Publishing Company ; State University of New York at Buffalo. University Archives</span> Date A point or period of time associated with an event in the lifecycle of the resource 1915 Contributor An entity responsible for making contributions to the resource State University of New York at Buffalo. University Archives Rights Information about rights held in and over the resource COPYRIGHT NOT EVALUATED. The copyright and related rights status of this Item has not been evaluated. Please refer to the organization that has made the Item available for more information. 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Access Rights may include information regarding access or restrictions based on privacy, security, or other policies. No known restrictions on publication. Identifier An unambiguous reference to the resource within a given context LIB-UA039 Still Image A static visual representation. Examples of still images are: paintings, drawings, graphic designs, plans and maps. Recommended best practice is to assign the type "text" to images of textual materials. Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource Home of Alexander G. Hoefler, 538 Linwood Avenue. Creator An entity primarily responsible for making the resource Hubbell, Mark H. Source A related resource from which the described resource is derived Beautiful homes of Buffalo : illustrated / edited and prepared by Mark H. Hubbell State University of New York at Buffalo. University Archives Date A point or period of time associated with an event in the lifecycle of the resource 1915 Date Created Date of creation of the resource. 2016-04-22 Format The file format, physical medium, or dimensions of the resource Image/jpeg Identifier An unambiguous reference to the resource within a given context LIB-UA039_p067 Publisher An entity responsible for making the resource available Buffalo Truth Publishing Company State University of New York at Buffalo. University Libraries Description An account of the resource President of Hoefler Ice Cream Co. A large three-story house with a steep roof and multiple chimneys is shown. The structure features a rounded corner tower with a conical roof, decorative shingle siding, and a front porch with steps leading to the entrance. The house has bay windows and detailed trim under the roofline. Paved walkways cross in front of the building. The description and alternative text may have been partially generated using an AI tool and may contain errors or omissions. Subject The topic of the resource Hoefler, Alexander G. Buffalo (N.Y.)--Buildings, structures, etc. Language A language of the resource eng Type The nature or genre of the resource Image Is Part Of A related resource in which the described resource is physically or logically included. Beautiful homes of Buffalo / edited and prepared by Mark H. Hubbell. F129.B843 B4 1915 Beautiful Buffalo Homes. LIB-UA039 Rights Information about rights held in and over the resource <a href="https://rightsstatements.org/page/CNE/1.0/">COPYRIGHT NOT EVALUATED</a>. The copyright and related rights status of this Item has not been evaluated. Please refer to the organization that has made the Item available for more information. You are free to use this Item in any way that is permitted by the copyright and related rights legislation that applies to your use. 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Demolished https://digital.lib.buffalo.edu/files/original/b338bf2990f0ff85d3ef6aeebb66c692.jpg efdc69c26f8cb1109955b293a2c45487 Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Description An account of the resource Two-story house with front porch, upper balcony, and chimneys, partly hidden by trees. Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource Beautiful Buffalo Homes Subject The topic of the resource Buffalo (N.Y.) Description An account of the resource Collection of photographs from the 1915 book, "Beautiful Buffalo Homes." Creator An entity primarily responsible for making the resource Hubbell, Mark H. Source A related resource from which the described resource is derived Beautiful homes of Buffalo : illustrated / edited and prepared by Mark H. Hubbell Publisher An entity responsible for making the resource available <span>Buffalo Truth Publishing Company ; State University of New York at Buffalo. University Archives</span> Date A point or period of time associated with an event in the lifecycle of the resource 1915 Contributor An entity responsible for making contributions to the resource State University of New York at Buffalo. University Archives Rights Information about rights held in and over the resource COPYRIGHT NOT EVALUATED. The copyright and related rights status of this Item has not been evaluated. Please refer to the organization that has made the Item available for more information. 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Access Rights may include information regarding access or restrictions based on privacy, security, or other policies. No known restrictions on publication. Identifier An unambiguous reference to the resource within a given context LIB-UA039 Still Image A static visual representation. Examples of still images are: paintings, drawings, graphic designs, plans and maps. Recommended best practice is to assign the type "text" to images of textual materials. Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource Home of George Urban, Jr., Pine Ridge. Creator An entity primarily responsible for making the resource Hubbell, Mark H. Source A related resource from which the described resource is derived Beautiful homes of Buffalo : illustrated / edited and prepared by Mark H. Hubbell State University of New York at Buffalo. University Archives Date A point or period of time associated with an event in the lifecycle of the resource 1915 Date Created Date of creation of the resource. 2016-04-22 Format The file format, physical medium, or dimensions of the resource Image/jpeg Identifier An unambiguous reference to the resource within a given context LIB-UA039_p068 Publisher An entity responsible for making the resource available Buffalo Truth Publishing Company State University of New York at Buffalo. University Libraries Description An account of the resource President George Urban Milling Co. A large two-story house is partially obscured by trees in the foreground. The structure has a broad front porch with square columns, an upper balcony with a railing, and a steep roof with chimneys. Ivy grows along the base of the porch, and a set of steps leads up to the entrance. The description and alternative text may have been partially generated using an AI tool and may contain errors or omissions. Subject The topic of the resource Urban, George, 1850-1928 Buffalo (N.Y.)--Buildings, structures, etc. Language A language of the resource eng Type The nature or genre of the resource Image Is Part Of A related resource in which the described resource is physically or logically included. Beautiful homes of Buffalo / edited and prepared by Mark H. Hubbell. F129.B843 B4 1915 Beautiful Buffalo Homes. LIB-UA039 Rights Information about rights held in and over the resource <a href="https://rightsstatements.org/page/CNE/1.0/">COPYRIGHT NOT EVALUATED</a>. The copyright and related rights status of this Item has not been evaluated. Please refer to the organization that has made the Item available for more information. You are free to use this Item in any way that is permitted by the copyright and related rights legislation that applies to your use. This digital collection is made available for research and educational purposes. 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Description An account of the resource Collection of photographs from the 1915 book, "Beautiful Buffalo Homes." Creator An entity primarily responsible for making the resource Hubbell, Mark H. Source A related resource from which the described resource is derived Beautiful homes of Buffalo : illustrated / edited and prepared by Mark H. Hubbell Publisher An entity responsible for making the resource available <span>Buffalo Truth Publishing Company ; State University of New York at Buffalo. University Archives</span> Date A point or period of time associated with an event in the lifecycle of the resource 1915 Contributor An entity responsible for making contributions to the resource State University of New York at Buffalo. University Archives Rights Information about rights held in and over the resource COPYRIGHT NOT EVALUATED. The copyright and related rights status of this Item has not been evaluated. Please refer to the organization that has made the Item available for more information. You are free to use this Item in any way that is permitted by the copyright and related rights legislation that applies to your use. https://rightsstatements.org/page/CNE/1.0/ This digital collection is made available for research and educational purposes. Researchers are responsible for determining copyright status, and securing permissions for use and publication of any material. Copyright for items in this collection may be held by the creators, their heirs, or assigns. Researchers are required to obtain written permission from copyright holders and the University Archives prior to reproducing or publishing materials, including images and quotations. For inquiries about reproduction requests and permissions, please contact the University Archives at: http://library.buffalo.edu/archives/. Access Rights Information about who can access the resource or an indication of its security status. Access Rights may include information regarding access or restrictions based on privacy, security, or other policies. No known restrictions on publication. Identifier An unambiguous reference to the resource within a given context LIB-UA039 Still Image A static visual representation. Examples of still images are: paintings, drawings, graphic designs, plans and maps. Recommended best practice is to assign the type "text" to images of textual materials. Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource Estate of George Urban, Pine Ridge. Creator An entity primarily responsible for making the resource Hubbell, Mark H. Source A related resource from which the described resource is derived Beautiful homes of Buffalo : illustrated / edited and prepared by Mark H. Hubbell State University of New York at Buffalo. University Archives Date A point or period of time associated with an event in the lifecycle of the resource 1915 Date Created Date of creation of the resource. 2016-04-22 Format The file format, physical medium, or dimensions of the resource Image/jpeg Identifier An unambiguous reference to the resource within a given context LIB-UA039_p069a Publisher An entity responsible for making the resource available Buffalo Truth Publishing Company State University of New York at Buffalo. University Libraries Subject The topic of the resource Urban, George, 1850-1928 Buffalo (N.Y.)--Buildings, structures, etc. Description An account of the resource A pond surrounded by dense trees and vegetation is shown. Willow branches hang over the water, and the surface of the pond is partly covered with floating leaves. In the background, evergreen and deciduous trees rise above the scene. The description and alternative text may have been partially generated using an AI tool and may contain errors or omissions. Language A language of the resource eng Type The nature or genre of the resource Image Is Part Of A related resource in which the described resource is physically or logically included. Beautiful homes of Buffalo / edited and prepared by Mark H. Hubbell. F129.B843 B4 1915 Beautiful Buffalo Homes. LIB-UA039 Rights Information about rights held in and over the resource <a href="https://rightsstatements.org/page/CNE/1.0/">COPYRIGHT NOT EVALUATED</a>. The copyright and related rights status of this Item has not been evaluated. Please refer to the organization that has made the Item available for more information. You are free to use this Item in any way that is permitted by the copyright and related rights legislation that applies to your use. This digital collection is made available for research and educational purposes. 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Title A name given to the resource Beautiful Buffalo Homes Subject The topic of the resource Buffalo (N.Y.) Description An account of the resource Collection of photographs from the 1915 book, "Beautiful Buffalo Homes." Creator An entity primarily responsible for making the resource Hubbell, Mark H. Source A related resource from which the described resource is derived Beautiful homes of Buffalo : illustrated / edited and prepared by Mark H. Hubbell Publisher An entity responsible for making the resource available <span>Buffalo Truth Publishing Company ; State University of New York at Buffalo. University Archives</span> Date A point or period of time associated with an event in the lifecycle of the resource 1915 Contributor An entity responsible for making contributions to the resource State University of New York at Buffalo. University Archives Rights Information about rights held in and over the resource COPYRIGHT NOT EVALUATED. 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Access Rights Information about who can access the resource or an indication of its security status. Access Rights may include information regarding access or restrictions based on privacy, security, or other policies. No known restrictions on publication. Identifier An unambiguous reference to the resource within a given context LIB-UA039 Still Image A static visual representation. Examples of still images are: paintings, drawings, graphic designs, plans and maps. Recommended best practice is to assign the type "text" to images of textual materials. Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource Estate of George Urban, Pine Ridge. Creator An entity primarily responsible for making the resource Hubbell, Mark H. Source A related resource from which the described resource is derived Beautiful homes of Buffalo : illustrated / edited and prepared by Mark H. Hubbell State University of New York at Buffalo. University Archives Date A point or period of time associated with an event in the lifecycle of the resource 1915 Date Created Date of creation of the resource. 2016-04-22 Format The file format, physical medium, or dimensions of the resource Image/jpeg Identifier An unambiguous reference to the resource within a given context LIB-UA039_p069b Publisher An entity responsible for making the resource available Buffalo Truth Publishing Company State University of New York at Buffalo. University Libraries Subject The topic of the resource Urban, George, 1850-1928 Buffalo (N.Y.)--Buildings, structures, etc. Description An account of the resource A large brick building with multiple chimneys is seen in the background, partly obscured by trees. A garden with shrubs and flowering plants lines both sides of a central pathway that leads toward the building. A tall tree with bare branches stands on the left side of the scene. The description and alternative text may have been partially generated using an AI tool and may contain errors or omissions. Language A language of the resource eng Type The nature or genre of the resource Image Is Part Of A related resource in which the described resource is physically or logically included. Beautiful homes of Buffalo / edited and prepared by Mark H. Hubbell. F129.B843 B4 1915 Beautiful Buffalo Homes. LIB-UA039 Rights Information about rights held in and over the resource <a href="https://rightsstatements.org/page/CNE/1.0/">COPYRIGHT NOT EVALUATED</a>. The copyright and related rights status of this Item has not been evaluated. Please refer to the organization that has made the Item available for more information. 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Title A name given to the resource Beautiful Buffalo Homes Subject The topic of the resource Buffalo (N.Y.) Description An account of the resource Collection of photographs from the 1915 book, "Beautiful Buffalo Homes." Creator An entity primarily responsible for making the resource Hubbell, Mark H. Source A related resource from which the described resource is derived Beautiful homes of Buffalo : illustrated / edited and prepared by Mark H. Hubbell Publisher An entity responsible for making the resource available <span>Buffalo Truth Publishing Company ; State University of New York at Buffalo. University Archives</span> Date A point or period of time associated with an event in the lifecycle of the resource 1915 Contributor An entity responsible for making contributions to the resource State University of New York at Buffalo. University Archives Rights Information about rights held in and over the resource COPYRIGHT NOT EVALUATED. 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Access Rights Information about who can access the resource or an indication of its security status. Access Rights may include information regarding access or restrictions based on privacy, security, or other policies. No known restrictions on publication. Identifier An unambiguous reference to the resource within a given context LIB-UA039 Still Image A static visual representation. Examples of still images are: paintings, drawings, graphic designs, plans and maps. Recommended best practice is to assign the type "text" to images of textual materials. Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource Home of Jacob J. Siegrist, 677 West Ferry Street. Creator An entity primarily responsible for making the resource Hubbell, Mark H. Source A related resource from which the described resource is derived Beautiful homes of Buffalo : illustrated / edited and prepared by Mark H. Hubbell State University of New York at Buffalo. University Archives Date A point or period of time associated with an event in the lifecycle of the resource 1915 Date Created Date of creation of the resource. 2016-04-22 Format The file format, physical medium, or dimensions of the resource Image/jpeg Identifier An unambiguous reference to the resource within a given context LIB-UA039_p070 Publisher An entity responsible for making the resource available Buffalo Truth Publishing Company State University of New York at Buffalo. University Libraries Description An account of the resource Of the firm of Siegrist & Fraley, Department Stores, 1018-1028 Broadway. A large two-and-a-half-story brick house with a steep roof and dormer windows is shown. The house has a front porch supported by columns with a decorative trim along the roofline. Shutters frame the upper windows, and a driveway runs along the right side toward a covered entrance at the back. Shrubs and flowering bushes line the front lawn. The description and alternative text may have been partially generated using an AI tool and may contain errors or omissions. Subject The topic of the resource Siegrist, Jacob J. Buffalo (N.Y.)--Buildings, structures, etc. Language A language of the resource eng Type The nature or genre of the resource Image Is Part Of A related resource in which the described resource is physically or logically included. Beautiful homes of Buffalo / edited and prepared by Mark H. Hubbell. F129.B843 B4 1915 Beautiful Buffalo Homes. LIB-UA039 Rights Information about rights held in and over the resource <a href="https://rightsstatements.org/page/CNE/1.0/">COPYRIGHT NOT EVALUATED</a>. The copyright and related rights status of this Item has not been evaluated. 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Title A name given to the resource Beautiful Buffalo Homes Subject The topic of the resource Buffalo (N.Y.) Description An account of the resource Collection of photographs from the 1915 book, "Beautiful Buffalo Homes." Creator An entity primarily responsible for making the resource Hubbell, Mark H. Source A related resource from which the described resource is derived Beautiful homes of Buffalo : illustrated / edited and prepared by Mark H. Hubbell Publisher An entity responsible for making the resource available <span>Buffalo Truth Publishing Company ; State University of New York at Buffalo. University Archives</span> Date A point or period of time associated with an event in the lifecycle of the resource 1915 Contributor An entity responsible for making contributions to the resource State University of New York at Buffalo. University Archives Rights Information about rights held in and over the resource COPYRIGHT NOT EVALUATED. 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Access Rights Information about who can access the resource or an indication of its security status. Access Rights may include information regarding access or restrictions based on privacy, security, or other policies. No known restrictions on publication. Identifier An unambiguous reference to the resource within a given context LIB-UA039 Still Image A static visual representation. Examples of still images are: paintings, drawings, graphic designs, plans and maps. Recommended best practice is to assign the type "text" to images of textual materials. Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource Home of Dr. A.J. Colton, 27 Jewett Avenue. Creator An entity primarily responsible for making the resource Hubbell, Mark H. Source A related resource from which the described resource is derived Beautiful homes of Buffalo : illustrated / edited and prepared by Mark H. Hubbell State University of New York at Buffalo. University Archives Date A point or period of time associated with an event in the lifecycle of the resource 1915 Date Created Date of creation of the resource. 2016-04-22 Format The file format, physical medium, or dimensions of the resource Image/jpeg Identifier An unambiguous reference to the resource within a given context LIB-UA039_p071 Publisher An entity responsible for making the resource available Buffalo Truth Publishing Company State University of New York at Buffalo. University Libraries Subject The topic of the resource Colton, A. J. Buffalo (N.Y.)--Buildings, structures, etc. Description An account of the resource A large two-story brick house with a wide roof and dormer windows is shown. The house has decorative window panes on the upper floor, a covered porch supported by square brick columns with ornate capitals, and a tall chimney on the left. A sidewalk leads to the front steps, and a sign reading "Doctor Colton" is placed near the porch. Potted plants sit along the front of the house. The description and alternative text may have been partially generated using an AI tool and may contain errors or omissions. Language A language of the resource eng Type The nature or genre of the resource Image Is Part Of A related resource in which the described resource is physically or logically included. Beautiful homes of Buffalo / edited and prepared by Mark H. Hubbell. F129.B843 B4 1915 Beautiful Buffalo Homes. LIB-UA039 Rights Information about rights held in and over the resource <a href="https://rightsstatements.org/page/CNE/1.0/">COPYRIGHT NOT EVALUATED</a>. The copyright and related rights status of this Item has not been evaluated. 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Title A name given to the resource Beautiful Buffalo Homes Subject The topic of the resource Buffalo (N.Y.) Description An account of the resource Collection of photographs from the 1915 book, "Beautiful Buffalo Homes." Creator An entity primarily responsible for making the resource Hubbell, Mark H. Source A related resource from which the described resource is derived Beautiful homes of Buffalo : illustrated / edited and prepared by Mark H. Hubbell Publisher An entity responsible for making the resource available <span>Buffalo Truth Publishing Company ; State University of New York at Buffalo. University Archives</span> Date A point or period of time associated with an event in the lifecycle of the resource 1915 Contributor An entity responsible for making contributions to the resource State University of New York at Buffalo. University Archives Rights Information about rights held in and over the resource COPYRIGHT NOT EVALUATED. 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Access Rights Information about who can access the resource or an indication of its security status. Access Rights may include information regarding access or restrictions based on privacy, security, or other policies. No known restrictions on publication. Identifier An unambiguous reference to the resource within a given context LIB-UA039 Still Image A static visual representation. Examples of still images are: paintings, drawings, graphic designs, plans and maps. Recommended best practice is to assign the type "text" to images of textual materials. Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource Home of F.O. Curtis, 34 Jewett Avenue. Creator An entity primarily responsible for making the resource Hubbell, Mark H. Source A related resource from which the described resource is derived Beautiful homes of Buffalo : illustrated / edited and prepared by Mark H. Hubbell State University of New York at Buffalo. University Archives Date A point or period of time associated with an event in the lifecycle of the resource 1915 Date Created Date of creation of the resource. 2016-04-22 Format The file format, physical medium, or dimensions of the resource Image/jpeg Identifier An unambiguous reference to the resource within a given context LIB-UA039_p072 Publisher An entity responsible for making the resource available Buffalo Truth Publishing Company State University of New York at Buffalo. University Libraries Subject The topic of the resource Curtis, F.O. Buffalo (N.Y.)--Buildings, structures, etc. Description An account of the resource A two-story house is shown behind a stone wall and trees. The house has a wide roof with overhanging eaves, large windows, and a chimney at the center. A driveway curves along the left side of the house, passing through a stone gate with square pillars topped with plants. Steps lead up from the street to the front entrance, and trees frame the view. The description and alternative text may have been partially generated using an AI tool and may contain errors or omissions. Language A language of the resource eng Type The nature or genre of the resource Image Is Part Of A related resource in which the described resource is physically or logically included. Beautiful homes of Buffalo / edited and prepared by Mark H. Hubbell. F129.B843 B4 1915 Beautiful Buffalo Homes. LIB-UA039 Rights Information about rights held in and over the resource <a href="https://rightsstatements.org/page/CNE/1.0/">COPYRIGHT NOT EVALUATED</a>. The copyright and related rights status of this Item has not been evaluated. Please refer to the organization that has made the Item available for more information. 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Title A name given to the resource Beautiful Buffalo Homes Subject The topic of the resource Buffalo (N.Y.) Description An account of the resource Collection of photographs from the 1915 book, "Beautiful Buffalo Homes." Creator An entity primarily responsible for making the resource Hubbell, Mark H. Source A related resource from which the described resource is derived Beautiful homes of Buffalo : illustrated / edited and prepared by Mark H. Hubbell Publisher An entity responsible for making the resource available <span>Buffalo Truth Publishing Company ; State University of New York at Buffalo. University Archives</span> Date A point or period of time associated with an event in the lifecycle of the resource 1915 Contributor An entity responsible for making contributions to the resource State University of New York at Buffalo. University Archives Rights Information about rights held in and over the resource COPYRIGHT NOT EVALUATED. 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Access Rights Information about who can access the resource or an indication of its security status. Access Rights may include information regarding access or restrictions based on privacy, security, or other policies. No known restrictions on publication. Identifier An unambiguous reference to the resource within a given context LIB-UA039 Still Image A static visual representation. Examples of still images are: paintings, drawings, graphic designs, plans and maps. Recommended best practice is to assign the type "text" to images of textual materials. Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource Home of William Y. Warren, 271 Porter Avenue. Creator An entity primarily responsible for making the resource Hubbell, Mark H. Source A related resource from which the described resource is derived Beautiful homes of Buffalo : illustrated / edited and prepared by Mark H. Hubbell State University of New York at Buffalo. University Archives Date A point or period of time associated with an event in the lifecycle of the resource 1915 Date Created Date of creation of the resource. 2016-04-22 Format The file format, physical medium, or dimensions of the resource Image/jpeg Identifier An unambiguous reference to the resource within a given context LIB-UA039_p073a Publisher An entity responsible for making the resource available Buffalo Truth Publishing Company State University of New York at Buffalo. University Libraries Subject The topic of the resource Warren, William Y. Buffalo (N.Y.)--Buildings, structures, etc. Description An account of the resource A two-story brick house with a low-hipped roof and four tall chimneys. A balustrade is set along the roofline above the central section. The front facade is heavily covered in flowering vines, partly obscuring the windows and porch. Steps and a central walkway lead from the sidewalk to the entrance, flanked by landscaped garden beds and lawn. The description and alternative text may have been partially generated using an AI tool and may contain errors or omissions. Language A language of the resource eng Type The nature or genre of the resource Image Is Part Of A related resource in which the described resource is physically or logically included. Beautiful homes of Buffalo / edited and prepared by Mark H. Hubbell. F129.B843 B4 1915 Beautiful Buffalo Homes. LIB-UA039 Rights Information about rights held in and over the resource <a href="https://rightsstatements.org/page/CNE/1.0/">COPYRIGHT NOT EVALUATED</a>. The copyright and related rights status of this Item has not been evaluated. Please refer to the organization that has made the Item available for more information. 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Title A name given to the resource Beautiful Buffalo Homes Subject The topic of the resource Buffalo (N.Y.) Description An account of the resource Collection of photographs from the 1915 book, "Beautiful Buffalo Homes." Creator An entity primarily responsible for making the resource Hubbell, Mark H. Source A related resource from which the described resource is derived Beautiful homes of Buffalo : illustrated / edited and prepared by Mark H. Hubbell Publisher An entity responsible for making the resource available <span>Buffalo Truth Publishing Company ; State University of New York at Buffalo. University Archives</span> Date A point or period of time associated with an event in the lifecycle of the resource 1915 Contributor An entity responsible for making contributions to the resource State University of New York at Buffalo. University Archives Rights Information about rights held in and over the resource COPYRIGHT NOT EVALUATED. 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Access Rights Information about who can access the resource or an indication of its security status. Access Rights may include information regarding access or restrictions based on privacy, security, or other policies. No known restrictions on publication. Identifier An unambiguous reference to the resource within a given context LIB-UA039 Still Image A static visual representation. Examples of still images are: paintings, drawings, graphic designs, plans and maps. Recommended best practice is to assign the type "text" to images of textual materials. Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource Home of William Y. Warren, 271 Porter Avenue. Creator An entity primarily responsible for making the resource Hubbell, Mark H. Source A related resource from which the described resource is derived Beautiful homes of Buffalo : illustrated / edited and prepared by Mark H. Hubbell State University of New York at Buffalo. University Archives Date A point or period of time associated with an event in the lifecycle of the resource 1915 Date Created Date of creation of the resource. 2016-04-22 Format The file format, physical medium, or dimensions of the resource Image/jpeg Identifier An unambiguous reference to the resource within a given context LIB-UA039_p073b Publisher An entity responsible for making the resource available Buffalo Truth Publishing Company State University of New York at Buffalo. University Libraries Subject The topic of the resource Warren, William Y. Buffalo (N.Y.)--Buildings, structures, etc. Description An account of the resource A two-story brick building covered in ivy, located at a street corner. The facade includes tall rectangular windows, and a large bay window projects from the right side. A metal fence encloses the yard, which is shaded by mature trees and contains landscaped flowerbeds. A streetlamp with visible signs for "Porter" and "Niagara St." stands at the corner sidewalk. The description and alternative text may have been partially generated using an AI tool and may contain errors or omissions. Language A language of the resource eng Type The nature or genre of the resource Image Is Part Of A related resource in which the described resource is physically or logically included. Beautiful homes of Buffalo / edited and prepared by Mark H. Hubbell. F129.B843 B4 1915 Beautiful Buffalo Homes. LIB-UA039 Rights Information about rights held in and over the resource <a href="https://rightsstatements.org/page/CNE/1.0/">COPYRIGHT NOT EVALUATED</a>. The copyright and related rights status of this Item has not been evaluated. 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Title A name given to the resource Beautiful Buffalo Homes Subject The topic of the resource Buffalo (N.Y.) Description An account of the resource Collection of photographs from the 1915 book, "Beautiful Buffalo Homes." Creator An entity primarily responsible for making the resource Hubbell, Mark H. Source A related resource from which the described resource is derived Beautiful homes of Buffalo : illustrated / edited and prepared by Mark H. Hubbell Publisher An entity responsible for making the resource available <span>Buffalo Truth Publishing Company ; State University of New York at Buffalo. University Archives</span> Date A point or period of time associated with an event in the lifecycle of the resource 1915 Contributor An entity responsible for making contributions to the resource State University of New York at Buffalo. University Archives Rights Information about rights held in and over the resource COPYRIGHT NOT EVALUATED. 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Access Rights Information about who can access the resource or an indication of its security status. Access Rights may include information regarding access or restrictions based on privacy, security, or other policies. No known restrictions on publication. Identifier An unambiguous reference to the resource within a given context LIB-UA039 Still Image A static visual representation. Examples of still images are: paintings, drawings, graphic designs, plans and maps. Recommended best practice is to assign the type "text" to images of textual materials. Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource Home of Edward A. Diebolt, 117 West Humboldt Parkway. Creator An entity primarily responsible for making the resource Hubbell, Mark H. Source A related resource from which the described resource is derived Beautiful homes of Buffalo : illustrated / edited and prepared by Mark H. Hubbell State University of New York at Buffalo. University Archives Date A point or period of time associated with an event in the lifecycle of the resource 1915 Date Created Date of creation of the resource. 2016-04-22 Format The file format, physical medium, or dimensions of the resource Image/jpeg Identifier An unambiguous reference to the resource within a given context LIB-UA039_p074 Publisher An entity responsible for making the resource available Buffalo Truth Publishing Company State University of New York at Buffalo. University Libraries Description An account of the resource Vice-President of John L. Schwartz Brewing Co. A two-and-a-half-story wood-frame house with horizontal siding and a hipped roof. The facade features a central dormer, multiple rectangular windows, and a covered front porch with square columns and a railing. A wide driveway leads to a detached garage at the back of the property. A tall chimney rises along the right side of the house, and the front yard includes a small lawn with young trees. The description and alternative text may have been partially generated using an AI tool and may contain errors or omissions. Subject The topic of the resource Diebolt, Edward A. Buffalo (N.Y.)--Buildings, structures, etc. Language A language of the resource eng Type The nature or genre of the resource Image Is Part Of A related resource in which the described resource is physically or logically included. Beautiful homes of Buffalo / edited and prepared by Mark H. Hubbell. F129.B843 B4 1915 Beautiful Buffalo Homes. LIB-UA039 Rights Information about rights held in and over the resource <a href="https://rightsstatements.org/page/CNE/1.0/">COPYRIGHT NOT EVALUATED</a>. The copyright and related rights status of this Item has not been evaluated. 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Title A name given to the resource Beautiful Buffalo Homes Subject The topic of the resource Buffalo (N.Y.) Description An account of the resource Collection of photographs from the 1915 book, "Beautiful Buffalo Homes." Creator An entity primarily responsible for making the resource Hubbell, Mark H. Source A related resource from which the described resource is derived Beautiful homes of Buffalo : illustrated / edited and prepared by Mark H. Hubbell Publisher An entity responsible for making the resource available <span>Buffalo Truth Publishing Company ; State University of New York at Buffalo. University Archives</span> Date A point or period of time associated with an event in the lifecycle of the resource 1915 Contributor An entity responsible for making contributions to the resource State University of New York at Buffalo. University Archives Rights Information about rights held in and over the resource COPYRIGHT NOT EVALUATED. 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Access Rights Information about who can access the resource or an indication of its security status. Access Rights may include information regarding access or restrictions based on privacy, security, or other policies. No known restrictions on publication. Identifier An unambiguous reference to the resource within a given context LIB-UA039 Still Image A static visual representation. Examples of still images are: paintings, drawings, graphic designs, plans and maps. Recommended best practice is to assign the type "text" to images of textual materials. Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource Estate of Dr. Burt C. Johnson, Eggertsville Road. Creator An entity primarily responsible for making the resource Hubbell, Mark H. Source A related resource from which the described resource is derived Beautiful homes of Buffalo : illustrated / edited and prepared by Mark H. Hubbell State University of New York at Buffalo. University Archives Date A point or period of time associated with an event in the lifecycle of the resource 1915 Date Created Date of creation of the resource. 2016-04-22 Format The file format, physical medium, or dimensions of the resource Image/jpeg Identifier An unambiguous reference to the resource within a given context LIB-UA039_p075a Publisher An entity responsible for making the resource available Buffalo Truth Publishing Company State University of New York at Buffalo. University Libraries Subject The topic of the resource Johnson, Burt C. Buffalo (N.Y.)--Buildings, structures, etc. Description An account of the resource A large two-story stucco house with a gabled roof and shuttered windows. The central entrance is framed by latticework on either side, with steps leading up from a front walkway. A striped awning shades the windows on the right side of the facade. Mature trees partially obscure the building, and the front lawn extends toward the foreground. The description and alternative text may have been partially generated using an AI tool and may contain errors or omissions. Language A language of the resource eng Type The nature or genre of the resource Image Is Part Of A related resource in which the described resource is physically or logically included. Beautiful homes of Buffalo / edited and prepared by Mark H. Hubbell. F129.B843 B4 1915 Beautiful Buffalo Homes. LIB-UA039 Rights Information about rights held in and over the resource <a href="https://rightsstatements.org/page/CNE/1.0/">COPYRIGHT NOT EVALUATED</a>. The copyright and related rights status of this Item has not been evaluated. 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Title A name given to the resource Beautiful Buffalo Homes Subject The topic of the resource Buffalo (N.Y.) Description An account of the resource Collection of photographs from the 1915 book, "Beautiful Buffalo Homes." Creator An entity primarily responsible for making the resource Hubbell, Mark H. Source A related resource from which the described resource is derived Beautiful homes of Buffalo : illustrated / edited and prepared by Mark H. Hubbell Publisher An entity responsible for making the resource available <span>Buffalo Truth Publishing Company ; State University of New York at Buffalo. University Archives</span> Date A point or period of time associated with an event in the lifecycle of the resource 1915 Contributor An entity responsible for making contributions to the resource State University of New York at Buffalo. University Archives Rights Information about rights held in and over the resource COPYRIGHT NOT EVALUATED. 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Access Rights Information about who can access the resource or an indication of its security status. Access Rights may include information regarding access or restrictions based on privacy, security, or other policies. No known restrictions on publication. Identifier An unambiguous reference to the resource within a given context LIB-UA039 Still Image A static visual representation. Examples of still images are: paintings, drawings, graphic designs, plans and maps. Recommended best practice is to assign the type "text" to images of textual materials. Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource Home of Dr. Burt C. Johnson, Eggertsville Road. Creator An entity primarily responsible for making the resource Hubbell, Mark H. Source A related resource from which the described resource is derived Beautiful homes of Buffalo : illustrated / edited and prepared by Mark H. Hubbell State University of New York at Buffalo. University Archives Date A point or period of time associated with an event in the lifecycle of the resource 1915 Date Created Date of creation of the resource. 2016-04-22 Format The file format, physical medium, or dimensions of the resource Image/jpeg Identifier An unambiguous reference to the resource within a given context LIB-UA039_p075b Publisher An entity responsible for making the resource available Buffalo Truth Publishing Company State University of New York at Buffalo. University Libraries Subject The topic of the resource Johnson, Burt C. Buffalo (N.Y.)--Buildings, structures, etc. Description An account of the resource A two-and-a-half-story stucco house with shuttered windows and a gabled roof. A striped awning covers the porch on the right side, supported by lattice columns. The front yard is shaded by large trees, and a walkway leads up to the porch entrance. The description and alternative text may have been partially generated using an AI tool and may contain errors or omissions. Language A language of the resource eng Type The nature or genre of the resource Image Is Part Of A related resource in which the described resource is physically or logically included. Beautiful homes of Buffalo / edited and prepared by Mark H. Hubbell. F129.B843 B4 1915 Beautiful Buffalo Homes. LIB-UA039 Rights Information about rights held in and over the resource <a href="https://rightsstatements.org/page/CNE/1.0/">COPYRIGHT NOT EVALUATED</a>. The copyright and related rights status of this Item has not been evaluated. Please refer to the organization that has made the Item available for more information. You are free to use this Item in any way that is permitted by the copyright and related rights legislation that applies to your use. 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Description An account of the resource Collection of photographs from the 1915 book, "Beautiful Buffalo Homes." Creator An entity primarily responsible for making the resource Hubbell, Mark H. Source A related resource from which the described resource is derived Beautiful homes of Buffalo : illustrated / edited and prepared by Mark H. Hubbell Publisher An entity responsible for making the resource available <span>Buffalo Truth Publishing Company ; State University of New York at Buffalo. University Archives</span> Date A point or period of time associated with an event in the lifecycle of the resource 1915 Contributor An entity responsible for making contributions to the resource State University of New York at Buffalo. University Archives Rights Information about rights held in and over the resource COPYRIGHT NOT EVALUATED. The copyright and related rights status of this Item has not been evaluated. 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Access Rights may include information regarding access or restrictions based on privacy, security, or other policies. No known restrictions on publication. Identifier An unambiguous reference to the resource within a given context LIB-UA039 Still Image A static visual representation. Examples of still images are: paintings, drawings, graphic designs, plans and maps. Recommended best practice is to assign the type "text" to images of textual materials. Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource Home of Clarence H. Littell, 528 West Ferry Street. Creator An entity primarily responsible for making the resource Hubbell, Mark H. Source A related resource from which the described resource is derived Beautiful homes of Buffalo : illustrated / edited and prepared by Mark H. Hubbell State University of New York at Buffalo. University Archives Date A point or period of time associated with an event in the lifecycle of the resource 1915 Date Created Date of creation of the resource. 2016-04-22 Format The file format, physical medium, or dimensions of the resource Image/jpeg Identifier An unambiguous reference to the resource within a given context LIB-UA039_p076 Publisher An entity responsible for making the resource available Buffalo Truth Publishing Company State University of New York at Buffalo. University Libraries Description An account of the resource Secretary-Treasurer and Gen'l Manager of the General Drop Forge Co., Buffalo Secretary and General Manager of the General Railway Signal Co., Rochester Director of the Century Telephone Construction Co., Buffalo. A two-and-a-half-story house with a hipped roof and front-facing dormer. The exterior is clad in shingles, and the facade includes several rectangular windows with curtains. A covered porch with columns runs across the front, partially obscured by vines and foliage. The property is bordered by a lawn with a sidewalk leading directly to the front steps and branching paths along both sides. Trees frame the yard and partially obscure the house. The description and alternative text may have been partially generated using an AI tool and may contain errors or omissions. Subject The topic of the resource Littell, Clarence H. Buffalo (N.Y.)--Buildings, structures, etc. Language A language of the resource eng Type The nature or genre of the resource Image Is Part Of A related resource in which the described resource is physically or logically included. Beautiful homes of Buffalo / edited and prepared by Mark H. Hubbell. F129.B843 B4 1915 Beautiful Buffalo Homes. LIB-UA039 Rights Information about rights held in and over the resource <a href="https://rightsstatements.org/page/CNE/1.0/">COPYRIGHT NOT EVALUATED</a>. 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Title A name given to the resource Beautiful Buffalo Homes Subject The topic of the resource Buffalo (N.Y.) Description An account of the resource Collection of photographs from the 1915 book, "Beautiful Buffalo Homes." Creator An entity primarily responsible for making the resource Hubbell, Mark H. Source A related resource from which the described resource is derived Beautiful homes of Buffalo : illustrated / edited and prepared by Mark H. Hubbell Publisher An entity responsible for making the resource available <span>Buffalo Truth Publishing Company ; State University of New York at Buffalo. University Archives</span> Date A point or period of time associated with an event in the lifecycle of the resource 1915 Contributor An entity responsible for making contributions to the resource State University of New York at Buffalo. University Archives Rights Information about rights held in and over the resource COPYRIGHT NOT EVALUATED. 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Access Rights Information about who can access the resource or an indication of its security status. Access Rights may include information regarding access or restrictions based on privacy, security, or other policies. No known restrictions on publication. Identifier An unambiguous reference to the resource within a given context LIB-UA039 Still Image A static visual representation. Examples of still images are: paintings, drawings, graphic designs, plans and maps. Recommended best practice is to assign the type "text" to images of textual materials. Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource Home of Hardin H. Littell, 137 Summer Street. Creator An entity primarily responsible for making the resource Hubbell, Mark H. Source A related resource from which the described resource is derived Beautiful homes of Buffalo : illustrated / edited and prepared by Mark H. Hubbell State University of New York at Buffalo. University Archives Date A point or period of time associated with an event in the lifecycle of the resource 1915 Date Created Date of creation of the resource. 2016-04-22 Format The file format, physical medium, or dimensions of the resource Image/jpeg Identifier An unambiguous reference to the resource within a given context LIB-UA039_p077 Publisher An entity responsible for making the resource available Buffalo Truth Publishing Company State University of New York at Buffalo. University Libraries Description An account of the resource Capitalist, A Member of the Board of Directors of the German-American Bank and the Commonwealth Trust Company. A large two-and-a-half-story Tudor Revival style house with a steeply pitched roof and prominent front-facing gables. The facade combines brick on the lower level with decorative half-timbering on the upper sections. A covered front porch with a railing extends across part of the ground floor, and bay windows project from both the left and right sides. Two tall chimneys rise above the roofline, and the property is framed by mature trees and a front walkway leading to the entrance steps. The description and alternative text may have been partially generated using an AI tool and may contain errors or omissions. Subject The topic of the resource Littell, Hardin H. Buffalo (N.Y.)--Buildings, structures, etc. Language A language of the resource eng Type The nature or genre of the resource Image Is Part Of A related resource in which the described resource is physically or logically included. Beautiful homes of Buffalo / edited and prepared by Mark H. Hubbell. F129.B843 B4 1915 Beautiful Buffalo Homes. LIB-UA039 Rights Information about rights held in and over the resource <a href="https://rightsstatements.org/page/CNE/1.0/">COPYRIGHT NOT EVALUATED</a>. The copyright and related rights status of this Item has not been evaluated. Please refer to the organization that has made the Item available for more information. You are free to use this Item in any way that is permitted by the copyright and related rights legislation that applies to your use. This digital collection is made available for research and educational purposes. Researchers are responsible for determining copyright status, and securing permissions for use and publication of any material. Copyright for items in this collection may be held by the creators, their heirs, or assigns. Researchers are required to obtain written permission from copyright holders and the University Archives prior to reproducing or publishing materials, including images and quotations. 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Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource Beautiful Buffalo Homes Subject The topic of the resource Buffalo (N.Y.) Description An account of the resource Collection of photographs from the 1915 book, "Beautiful Buffalo Homes." Creator An entity primarily responsible for making the resource Hubbell, Mark H. Source A related resource from which the described resource is derived Beautiful homes of Buffalo : illustrated / edited and prepared by Mark H. Hubbell Publisher An entity responsible for making the resource available <span>Buffalo Truth Publishing Company ; State University of New York at Buffalo. University Archives</span> Date A point or period of time associated with an event in the lifecycle of the resource 1915 Contributor An entity responsible for making contributions to the resource State University of New York at Buffalo. University Archives Rights Information about rights held in and over the resource COPYRIGHT NOT EVALUATED. The copyright and related rights status of this Item has not been evaluated. Please refer to the organization that has made the Item available for more information. You are free to use this Item in any way that is permitted by the copyright and related rights legislation that applies to your use. https://rightsstatements.org/page/CNE/1.0/ This digital collection is made available for research and educational purposes. Researchers are responsible for determining copyright status, and securing permissions for use and publication of any material. Copyright for items in this collection may be held by the creators, their heirs, or assigns. Researchers are required to obtain written permission from copyright holders and the University Archives prior to reproducing or publishing materials, including images and quotations. For inquiries about reproduction requests and permissions, please contact the University Archives at: http://library.buffalo.edu/archives/. Access Rights Information about who can access the resource or an indication of its security status. Access Rights may include information regarding access or restrictions based on privacy, security, or other policies. No known restrictions on publication. Identifier An unambiguous reference to the resource within a given context LIB-UA039 Still Image A static visual representation. Examples of still images are: paintings, drawings, graphic designs, plans and maps. Recommended best practice is to assign the type "text" to images of textual materials. Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource Home of Jacob C. Dold, 26 Middlesex Road, Nye Park Section. Creator An entity primarily responsible for making the resource Hubbell, Mark H. Source A related resource from which the described resource is derived Beautiful homes of Buffalo : illustrated / edited and prepared by Mark H. Hubbell State University of New York at Buffalo. University Archives Date A point or period of time associated with an event in the lifecycle of the resource 1915 Date Created Date of creation of the resource. 2016-04-22 Format The file format, physical medium, or dimensions of the resource Image/jpeg Identifier An unambiguous reference to the resource within a given context LIB-UA039_p078 Publisher An entity responsible for making the resource available Buffalo Truth Publishing Company State University of New York at Buffalo. University Libraries Description An account of the resource President of the Jacob Dold Packing Co. A two-story stucco house with a gabled roof and dormer window. The facade features multiple shuttered windows, a central arched doorway with decorative ironwork, and landscaped shrubs along the front. A curved driveway leads to a detached garage on the right, passing beneath a pergola supported by columns. The property is bordered by low stone posts and a neatly maintained lawn. The description and alternative text may have been partially generated using an AI tool and may contain errors or omissions. Subject The topic of the resource Dold, Jacob C. Buffalo (N.Y.)--Buildings, structures, etc. Language A language of the resource eng Type The nature or genre of the resource Image Is Part Of A related resource in which the described resource is physically or logically included. Beautiful homes of Buffalo / edited and prepared by Mark H. Hubbell. F129.B843 B4 1915 Beautiful Buffalo Homes. LIB-UA039 Rights Information about rights held in and over the resource <a href="https://rightsstatements.org/page/CNE/1.0/">COPYRIGHT NOT EVALUATED</a>. The copyright and related rights status of this Item has not been evaluated. Please refer to the organization that has made the Item available for more information. You are free to use this Item in any way that is permitted by the copyright and related rights legislation that applies to your use. 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North Park https://digital.lib.buffalo.edu/files/original/d6599379e63acf164bbefff344809044.jpg 9ff1b0bfccf3a8e3c40b77a052add3ba Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Description An account of the resource Neoclassical building with columned portico, broad steps, and a horse-drawn carriage on the road in front. Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource Beautiful Buffalo Homes Subject The topic of the resource Buffalo (N.Y.) Description An account of the resource Collection of photographs from the 1915 book, "Beautiful Buffalo Homes." Creator An entity primarily responsible for making the resource Hubbell, Mark H. Source A related resource from which the described resource is derived Beautiful homes of Buffalo : illustrated / edited and prepared by Mark H. Hubbell Publisher An entity responsible for making the resource available <span>Buffalo Truth Publishing Company ; State University of New York at Buffalo. University Archives</span> Date A point or period of time associated with an event in the lifecycle of the resource 1915 Contributor An entity responsible for making contributions to the resource State University of New York at Buffalo. University Archives Rights Information about rights held in and over the resource COPYRIGHT NOT EVALUATED. The copyright and related rights status of this Item has not been evaluated. Please refer to the organization that has made the Item available for more information. 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Access Rights may include information regarding access or restrictions based on privacy, security, or other policies. No known restrictions on publication. Identifier An unambiguous reference to the resource within a given context LIB-UA039 Still Image A static visual representation. Examples of still images are: paintings, drawings, graphic designs, plans and maps. Recommended best practice is to assign the type "text" to images of textual materials. Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource The Albright Art Gallery. Creator An entity primarily responsible for making the resource Hubbell, Mark H. Source A related resource from which the described resource is derived Beautiful homes of Buffalo : illustrated / edited and prepared by Mark H. Hubbell State University of New York at Buffalo. University Archives Date A point or period of time associated with an event in the lifecycle of the resource 1915 Date Created Date of creation of the resource. 2016-04-22 Format The file format, physical medium, or dimensions of the resource Image/jpeg Identifier An unambiguous reference to the resource within a given context LIB-UA039_p079 Publisher An entity responsible for making the resource available Buffalo Truth Publishing Company State University of New York at Buffalo. University Libraries Subject The topic of the resource Albright-Knox Art Gallery Buffalo (N.Y.)--Buildings, structures, etc. Description An account of the resource A large neoclassical building with a central portico supported by tall columns, flanked by symmetrical wings that also feature rows of columns. The structure is set on an elevated platform with broad steps and landscaped terraces leading up from the road. Trees surround parts of the building, and a horse-drawn carriage is visible on the dirt road in the foreground. The description and alternative text may have been partially generated using an AI tool and may contain errors or omissions. Language A language of the resource eng Type The nature or genre of the resource Image Is Part Of A related resource in which the described resource is physically or logically included. Beautiful homes of Buffalo / edited and prepared by Mark H. Hubbell. F129.B843 B4 1915 Beautiful Buffalo Homes. LIB-UA039 Rights Information about rights held in and over the resource <a href="https://rightsstatements.org/page/CNE/1.0/">COPYRIGHT NOT EVALUATED</a>. The copyright and related rights status of this Item has not been evaluated. Please refer to the organization that has made the Item available for more information. You are free to use this Item in any way that is permitted by the copyright and related rights legislation that applies to your use. 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Title A name given to the resource Beautiful Buffalo Homes Subject The topic of the resource Buffalo (N.Y.) Description An account of the resource Collection of photographs from the 1915 book, "Beautiful Buffalo Homes." Creator An entity primarily responsible for making the resource Hubbell, Mark H. Source A related resource from which the described resource is derived Beautiful homes of Buffalo : illustrated / edited and prepared by Mark H. Hubbell Publisher An entity responsible for making the resource available <span>Buffalo Truth Publishing Company ; State University of New York at Buffalo. University Archives</span> Date A point or period of time associated with an event in the lifecycle of the resource 1915 Contributor An entity responsible for making contributions to the resource State University of New York at Buffalo. University Archives Rights Information about rights held in and over the resource COPYRIGHT NOT EVALUATED. 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Access Rights Information about who can access the resource or an indication of its security status. Access Rights may include information regarding access or restrictions based on privacy, security, or other policies. No known restrictions on publication. Identifier An unambiguous reference to the resource within a given context LIB-UA039 Still Image A static visual representation. Examples of still images are: paintings, drawings, graphic designs, plans and maps. Recommended best practice is to assign the type "text" to images of textual materials. Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource Home of John P. Jordan, 1 Middlesex Road, Nye Park Section. Creator An entity primarily responsible for making the resource Hubbell, Mark H. Source A related resource from which the described resource is derived Beautiful homes of Buffalo : illustrated / edited and prepared by Mark H. Hubbell State University of New York at Buffalo. University Archives Date A point or period of time associated with an event in the lifecycle of the resource 1915 Date Created Date of creation of the resource. 2016-04-22 Format The file format, physical medium, or dimensions of the resource Image/jpeg Identifier An unambiguous reference to the resource within a given context LIB-UA039_p080 Publisher An entity responsible for making the resource available Buffalo Truth Publishing Company State University of New York at Buffalo. University Libraries Description An account of the resource Assistant General Manager of the Gould Coupler Works at Depew, N.Y. A large two-and-a-half-story stone and half-timbered house situated on a corner lot. The steeply pitched roof has multiple gables, and a tall brick chimney extends above the roofline. The facade combines stonework on the lower portion with timber-framed upper sections. Vines climb sections of the walls, and the house is surrounded by trees, shrubs, and neatly maintained lawns with sidewalks on both sides. The description and alternative text may have been partially generated using an AI tool and may contain errors or omissions. Subject The topic of the resource Jordan, John P. Buffalo (N.Y.)--Buildings, structures, etc. Language A language of the resource eng Type The nature or genre of the resource Image Is Part Of A related resource in which the described resource is physically or logically included. Beautiful homes of Buffalo / edited and prepared by Mark H. Hubbell. F129.B843 B4 1915 Beautiful Buffalo Homes. LIB-UA039 Rights Information about rights held in and over the resource <a href="https://rightsstatements.org/page/CNE/1.0/">COPYRIGHT NOT EVALUATED</a>. The copyright and related rights status of this Item has not been evaluated. 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Title A name given to the resource Beautiful Buffalo Homes Subject The topic of the resource Buffalo (N.Y.) Description An account of the resource Collection of photographs from the 1915 book, "Beautiful Buffalo Homes." Creator An entity primarily responsible for making the resource Hubbell, Mark H. Source A related resource from which the described resource is derived Beautiful homes of Buffalo : illustrated / edited and prepared by Mark H. Hubbell Publisher An entity responsible for making the resource available <span>Buffalo Truth Publishing Company ; State University of New York at Buffalo. University Archives</span> Date A point or period of time associated with an event in the lifecycle of the resource 1915 Contributor An entity responsible for making contributions to the resource State University of New York at Buffalo. University Archives Rights Information about rights held in and over the resource COPYRIGHT NOT EVALUATED. 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Access Rights Information about who can access the resource or an indication of its security status. Access Rights may include information regarding access or restrictions based on privacy, security, or other policies. No known restrictions on publication. Identifier An unambiguous reference to the resource within a given context LIB-UA039 Still Image A static visual representation. Examples of still images are: paintings, drawings, graphic designs, plans and maps. Recommended best practice is to assign the type "text" to images of textual materials. Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource Home of Sylvanus B. Nye, 166 North Lincoln Boulevard, Nye Park Section. Creator An entity primarily responsible for making the resource Hubbell, Mark H. Source A related resource from which the described resource is derived Beautiful homes of Buffalo : illustrated / edited and prepared by Mark H. Hubbell State University of New York at Buffalo. University Archives Date A point or period of time associated with an event in the lifecycle of the resource 1915 Date Created Date of creation of the resource. 2016-04-26 Format The file format, physical medium, or dimensions of the resource Image/jpeg Identifier An unambiguous reference to the resource within a given context LIB-UA039_p081 Publisher An entity responsible for making the resource available Buffalo Truth Publishing Company State University of New York at Buffalo. University Libraries Subject The topic of the resource Nye, Sylvanus B. Buffalo (N.Y.)--Buildings, structures, etc. Description An account of the resource A large three-story stucco house with a steeply pitched roof and multiple gables. The front facade features rows of rectangular windows with dark trim, some with curtains. A covered porch with a gabled roof and wooden railings extends from the main entrance, surrounded by shrubs and a neatly maintained lawn. A paved sidewalk leads up to the porch steps, and another walkway runs along the street. To the left, additional houses are visible, including one with a brick chimney. The description and alternative text may have been partially generated using an AI tool and may contain errors or omissions. Language A language of the resource eng Type The nature or genre of the resource Image Is Part Of A related resource in which the described resource is physically or logically included. Beautiful homes of Buffalo / edited and prepared by Mark H. Hubbell. F129.B843 B4 1915 Beautiful Buffalo Homes. LIB-UA039 Rights Information about rights held in and over the resource <a href="https://rightsstatements.org/page/CNE/1.0/">COPYRIGHT NOT EVALUATED</a>. 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Title A name given to the resource Beautiful Buffalo Homes Subject The topic of the resource Buffalo (N.Y.) Description An account of the resource Collection of photographs from the 1915 book, "Beautiful Buffalo Homes." Creator An entity primarily responsible for making the resource Hubbell, Mark H. Source A related resource from which the described resource is derived Beautiful homes of Buffalo : illustrated / edited and prepared by Mark H. Hubbell Publisher An entity responsible for making the resource available <span>Buffalo Truth Publishing Company ; State University of New York at Buffalo. University Archives</span> Date A point or period of time associated with an event in the lifecycle of the resource 1915 Contributor An entity responsible for making contributions to the resource State University of New York at Buffalo. University Archives Rights Information about rights held in and over the resource COPYRIGHT NOT EVALUATED. The copyright and related rights status of this Item has not been evaluated. Please refer to the organization that has made the Item available for more information. You are free to use this Item in any way that is permitted by the copyright and related rights legislation that applies to your use. https://rightsstatements.org/page/CNE/1.0/ This digital collection is made available for research and educational purposes. Researchers are responsible for determining copyright status, and securing permissions for use and publication of any material. Copyright for items in this collection may be held by the creators, their heirs, or assigns. Researchers are required to obtain written permission from copyright holders and the University Archives prior to reproducing or publishing materials, including images and quotations. For inquiries about reproduction requests and permissions, please contact the University Archives at: http://library.buffalo.edu/archives/. Access Rights Information about who can access the resource or an indication of its security status. Access Rights may include information regarding access or restrictions based on privacy, security, or other policies. No known restrictions on publication. Identifier An unambiguous reference to the resource within a given context LIB-UA039 Still Image A static visual representation. Examples of still images are: paintings, drawings, graphic designs, plans and maps. Recommended best practice is to assign the type "text" to images of textual materials. Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource Home of Martin L. Kratz, 69 Middlesex Road, Nye Park Section. Creator An entity primarily responsible for making the resource Hubbell, Mark H. Source A related resource from which the described resource is derived Beautiful homes of Buffalo : illustrated / edited and prepared by Mark H. Hubbell State University of New York at Buffalo. University Archives Date A point or period of time associated with an event in the lifecycle of the resource 1915 Date Created Date of creation of the resource. 2016-04-26 Format The file format, physical medium, or dimensions of the resource Image/jpeg Identifier An unambiguous reference to the resource within a given context LIB-UA039_p082 Publisher An entity responsible for making the resource available Buffalo Truth Publishing Company State University of New York at Buffalo. University Libraries Description An account of the resource Vice President of the Alling & Cory Co. A two-story brick house with a covered front porch supported by columns and an awning above. The house features multiple rectangular windows, a dormer window on the roof, and potted plants on the porch. A detached garage is visible to the left, and neighboring houses can be seen on either side. The description and alternative text may have been partially generated using an AI tool and may contain errors or omissions. Subject The topic of the resource Kratz, Martin L. Buffalo (N.Y.)--Buildings, structures, etc. Language A language of the resource eng Type The nature or genre of the resource Image Is Part Of A related resource in which the described resource is physically or logically included. Beautiful homes of Buffalo / edited and prepared by Mark H. Hubbell. F129.B843 B4 1915 Beautiful Buffalo Homes. LIB-UA039 Rights Information about rights held in and over the resource <a href="https://rightsstatements.org/page/CNE/1.0/">COPYRIGHT NOT EVALUATED</a>. The copyright and related rights status of this Item has not been evaluated. Please refer to the organization that has made the Item available for more information. 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Title A name given to the resource Beautiful Buffalo Homes Subject The topic of the resource Buffalo (N.Y.) Description An account of the resource Collection of photographs from the 1915 book, "Beautiful Buffalo Homes." Creator An entity primarily responsible for making the resource Hubbell, Mark H. Source A related resource from which the described resource is derived Beautiful homes of Buffalo : illustrated / edited and prepared by Mark H. Hubbell Publisher An entity responsible for making the resource available <span>Buffalo Truth Publishing Company ; State University of New York at Buffalo. University Archives</span> Date A point or period of time associated with an event in the lifecycle of the resource 1915 Contributor An entity responsible for making contributions to the resource State University of New York at Buffalo. University Archives Rights Information about rights held in and over the resource COPYRIGHT NOT EVALUATED. The copyright and related rights status of this Item has not been evaluated. Please refer to the organization that has made the Item available for more information. You are free to use this Item in any way that is permitted by the copyright and related rights legislation that applies to your use. https://rightsstatements.org/page/CNE/1.0/ This digital collection is made available for research and educational purposes. Researchers are responsible for determining copyright status, and securing permissions for use and publication of any material. Copyright for items in this collection may be held by the creators, their heirs, or assigns. Researchers are required to obtain written permission from copyright holders and the University Archives prior to reproducing or publishing materials, including images and quotations. For inquiries about reproduction requests and permissions, please contact the University Archives at: http://library.buffalo.edu/archives/. Access Rights Information about who can access the resource or an indication of its security status. Access Rights may include information regarding access or restrictions based on privacy, security, or other policies. No known restrictions on publication. Identifier An unambiguous reference to the resource within a given context LIB-UA039 Still Image A static visual representation. Examples of still images are: paintings, drawings, graphic designs, plans and maps. Recommended best practice is to assign the type "text" to images of textual materials. Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource East view of the Kinsella Home. Creator An entity primarily responsible for making the resource Hubbell, Mark H. Source A related resource from which the described resource is derived Beautiful homes of Buffalo : illustrated / edited and prepared by Mark H. Hubbell State University of New York at Buffalo. University Archives Date A point or period of time associated with an event in the lifecycle of the resource 1915 Date Created Date of creation of the resource. 2016-04-26 Format The file format, physical medium, or dimensions of the resource Image/jpeg Identifier An unambiguous reference to the resource within a given context LIB-UA039_p084a Publisher An entity responsible for making the resource available Buffalo Truth Publishing Company State University of New York at Buffalo. University Libraries Subject The topic of the resource Kinsella, M.J. Buffalo (N.Y.)--Buildings, structures, etc. Description An account of the resource A large stone house with a hip roof and multiple chimneys is surrounded by landscaped shrubs and trees. The house has a columned entrance porch, dormer windows, and striped awnings on the lower windows. A lawn stretches out in the foreground, with additional houses visible in the background. The description and alternative text may have been partially generated using an AI tool and may contain errors or omissions. Language A language of the resource eng Type The nature or genre of the resource Image Is Part Of A related resource in which the described resource is physically or logically included. Beautiful homes of Buffalo / edited and prepared by Mark H. Hubbell. F129.B843 B4 1915 Beautiful Buffalo Homes. LIB-UA039 Rights Information about rights held in and over the resource <a href="https://rightsstatements.org/page/CNE/1.0/">COPYRIGHT NOT EVALUATED</a>. The copyright and related rights status of this Item has not been evaluated. Please refer to the organization that has made the Item available for more information. 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Title A name given to the resource Beautiful Buffalo Homes Subject The topic of the resource Buffalo (N.Y.) Description An account of the resource Collection of photographs from the 1915 book, "Beautiful Buffalo Homes." Creator An entity primarily responsible for making the resource Hubbell, Mark H. Source A related resource from which the described resource is derived Beautiful homes of Buffalo : illustrated / edited and prepared by Mark H. Hubbell Publisher An entity responsible for making the resource available <span>Buffalo Truth Publishing Company ; State University of New York at Buffalo. University Archives</span> Date A point or period of time associated with an event in the lifecycle of the resource 1915 Contributor An entity responsible for making contributions to the resource State University of New York at Buffalo. University Archives Rights Information about rights held in and over the resource COPYRIGHT NOT EVALUATED. The copyright and related rights status of this Item has not been evaluated. Please refer to the organization that has made the Item available for more information. You are free to use this Item in any way that is permitted by the copyright and related rights legislation that applies to your use. https://rightsstatements.org/page/CNE/1.0/ This digital collection is made available for research and educational purposes. Researchers are responsible for determining copyright status, and securing permissions for use and publication of any material. Copyright for items in this collection may be held by the creators, their heirs, or assigns. Researchers are required to obtain written permission from copyright holders and the University Archives prior to reproducing or publishing materials, including images and quotations. For inquiries about reproduction requests and permissions, please contact the University Archives at: http://library.buffalo.edu/archives/. Access Rights Information about who can access the resource or an indication of its security status. Access Rights may include information regarding access or restrictions based on privacy, security, or other policies. No known restrictions on publication. Identifier An unambiguous reference to the resource within a given context LIB-UA039 Still Image A static visual representation. Examples of still images are: paintings, drawings, graphic designs, plans and maps. Recommended best practice is to assign the type "text" to images of textual materials. Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource The home of M.J. Kinsella, 310 Depew Avenue. Creator An entity primarily responsible for making the resource Hubbell, Mark H. Source A related resource from which the described resource is derived Beautiful homes of Buffalo : illustrated / edited and prepared by Mark H. Hubbell State University of New York at Buffalo. University Archives Date A point or period of time associated with an event in the lifecycle of the resource 1915 Date Created Date of creation of the resource. 2016-04-26 Format The file format, physical medium, or dimensions of the resource Image/jpeg Identifier An unambiguous reference to the resource within a given context LIB-UA039_p084b Publisher An entity responsible for making the resource available Buffalo Truth Publishing Company State University of New York at Buffalo. University Libraries Description An account of the resource Founder and President of the Frontier Press Co. A large stone house with a hip roof and multiple chimneys is surrounded by landscaped shrubs and trees. The house has a columned entrance porch, dormer windows, and striped awnings on the lower windows. A lawn stretches out in the foreground, with additional houses visible in the background. The description and alternative text may have been partially generated using an AI tool and may contain errors or omissions. Subject The topic of the resource Kinsella, M.J. Buffalo (N.Y.)--Buildings, structures, etc. Language A language of the resource eng Type The nature or genre of the resource Image Is Part Of A related resource in which the described resource is physically or logically included. Beautiful homes of Buffalo / edited and prepared by Mark H. Hubbell. F129.B843 B4 1915 Beautiful Buffalo Homes. LIB-UA039 Rights Information about rights held in and over the resource <a href="https://rightsstatements.org/page/CNE/1.0/">COPYRIGHT NOT EVALUATED</a>. The copyright and related rights status of this Item has not been evaluated. Please refer to the organization that has made the Item available for more information. 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Title A name given to the resource Beautiful Buffalo Homes Subject The topic of the resource Buffalo (N.Y.) Description An account of the resource Collection of photographs from the 1915 book, "Beautiful Buffalo Homes." Creator An entity primarily responsible for making the resource Hubbell, Mark H. Source A related resource from which the described resource is derived Beautiful homes of Buffalo : illustrated / edited and prepared by Mark H. Hubbell Publisher An entity responsible for making the resource available <span>Buffalo Truth Publishing Company ; State University of New York at Buffalo. University Archives</span> Date A point or period of time associated with an event in the lifecycle of the resource 1915 Contributor An entity responsible for making contributions to the resource State University of New York at Buffalo. University Archives Rights Information about rights held in and over the resource COPYRIGHT NOT EVALUATED. 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Access Rights Information about who can access the resource or an indication of its security status. Access Rights may include information regarding access or restrictions based on privacy, security, or other policies. No known restrictions on publication. Identifier An unambiguous reference to the resource within a given context LIB-UA039 Still Image A static visual representation. Examples of still images are: paintings, drawings, graphic designs, plans and maps. Recommended best practice is to assign the type "text" to images of textual materials. Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource Another view of the Kinsella Home. Creator An entity primarily responsible for making the resource Hubbell, Mark H. Source A related resource from which the described resource is derived Beautiful homes of Buffalo : illustrated / edited and prepared by Mark H. Hubbell State University of New York at Buffalo. University Archives Date A point or period of time associated with an event in the lifecycle of the resource 1915 Date Created Date of creation of the resource. 2016-04-26 Format The file format, physical medium, or dimensions of the resource Image/jpeg Identifier An unambiguous reference to the resource within a given context LIB-UA039_p085a Publisher An entity responsible for making the resource available Buffalo Truth Publishing Company State University of New York at Buffalo. University Libraries Description An account of the resource Showing Upper Pool and Rock Garden. A stone-clad house with multiple chimneys and a projecting enclosed porch is seen behind a landscaped garden. The foreground features a pond with rock formations, small waterfalls, and dense plantings around the edges. To the right, a covered structure with columns stands near a stone fountain, with additional houses visible in the background. The description and alternative text may have been partially generated using an AI tool and may contain errors or omissions. Subject The topic of the resource Kinsella, M.J. Buffalo (N.Y.)--Buildings, structures, etc. Language A language of the resource eng Type The nature or genre of the resource Image Is Part Of A related resource in which the described resource is physically or logically included. Beautiful homes of Buffalo / edited and prepared by Mark H. Hubbell. F129.B843 B4 1915 Beautiful Buffalo Homes. LIB-UA039 Rights Information about rights held in and over the resource <a href="https://rightsstatements.org/page/CNE/1.0/">COPYRIGHT NOT EVALUATED</a>. The copyright and related rights status of this Item has not been evaluated. Please refer to the organization that has made the Item available for more information. 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