PAUSING THE ACTION

emisira wo

uchitairagete

kachitoki no

koe agesomen

haru wa kinikere

The spring has come

When, raising our voices

In a shout of triumph,

We will first celebrate

The destruction of the barbarians.

    -- Hiraga Motoyoshi (1800-1865)

Anthony Moore: World Service (Link)

Arp and Anthony Moore: Spinette (Link)

RELAX

Relax and let your mind roll on
Over all your problems
Relax and let your mind roll on
Over all your problems

The Who -- Relax (from The Who Sell Out) (Link)


Paintings by Neil Welliver:

Upper:  Study For Peat Bog, 1982

Lower: Briggs Meadow, 1977

PINE

to every needle

of the needled pine it clings --

the pearl white dew

forming but to scatter

scattering but to form 

matsu no ha no

ha goto ni musubu

shiratsuyu no    

okite wa kobore           

koborete wa oku                                   

                              

NOTE:   This Masaoka Shiki tanka from 1900 is one of a group of poems he composed about dew upon pine needles.  His translator and biographer, Janine Beichman, thinks this is the best of the series.  Like many people, I have strong feelings about and associations with pine trees.  Having always been up and out-and-about early, I easily recognize the phenomenon and experience  Shiki paints so beautifully and accurately here.  We’ve watched a number of  evergreens grow up from infancy at our house in Tuxedo, New York, both specimens the previous owner planted and our own Christmas trees, which mark all the years of Jane’s childhood.  

Probably my favorite is a tiny ornamental tree we picked up for a song that the grower certainly never meant for post-Christmas planting.  Seeing it standing from our terrace as a mature, but still small, strong, firmly rooted tree, among its now-giant siblings, is wonderful.


Shortly, much too soon for me, my dear daughter will be returning to Maine's  woods where she'll be among millions of fragrant pines, each an individual, but seen from above, from the windows of the low-flying airplanes bound for Portland for example, all part of a vibrant evergreen civilization.  We haven't many pines where we live in Pennsylvania.  I hope and expect Jane will "twig" the change and make friends with the trees in all their changes and all their constancy.   

 

Natural Bridge, Ozark Attraction, Sold At Auction/ Norway/ Maine

The Natural Bridge of Arkansas, a 100-foot sandstone formation north of Clinton, was sold at auction Friday. (Anita Tucker photo)

By Anita Tucker

Arkansas News Bureau

CLINTON — Jack Smith thought about dropping out midway through the bidding for the Natural Bridge of Arkansas, but he stayed put as the landmark was auctioned off today and won what one seller deemed a “bargain.”

At $189,000, Smith, of Conway, was the highest bidder for the 100-foot long sandstone formation and 101 acres located just north of this Van Buren County community. He said he made the purchase on behalf of his son, James Smith of Kingsland, Ga.

It was a bittersweet morning for brothers Harold, Royce and Wayne Johnson, whose family had owned the bridge since 1973.

“It’s a little sad,” Harold Johnson said. “But the time has come.”

The brothers want to retire and travel.

Auctioneer Joe Wilson told a gathering at the site and an audience watching on the Internet that it was the first time he’d ever sold a natural bridge.

“That’s a pretty cool-looking rock,” he said.

The bidding was back and forth between Smith and another potential buyer at the scene.

“I was getting cold feet,” Smith said after the sale.

“Somebody got a bargain,” said Royce Johnson, though older brother Harold said the property actually brought more than he thought it would.

Smith said his son plans to relocate to the area as soon as he can and they will consider expanding the attraction, perhaps adding some hiking trails.

Meanwhile, the Johnsons will continue to run the show for a few more days. A wedding was scheduled to take place there Saturday.

The stone archway of the natural bridge was used as a wagon crossing during pioneer days.

Also on the site are two 100-year-old log cabins, one of which is a museum complete with an old moonshine still, and the other a gift shop.

The attraction is open seven days a week from March through October.

Sipapu Natural Bridge, Utah, seen from below

NOTE:  

        After a night of practically no sleep (we are currently at the beautiful, grand Colony Hotel in Kennebunkport, Maine, "Maine's first environmentally responsible hotel", which amazingly has no air conditioning, which is a little rough in the current Inferno-wave), I woke up wondering what, if anything, to post, given the horrible news out of Norway.  

        Reading the news stories and then the biography of Anders Behring Breivik, and then viewing his Twitter page (which they just took down a few moments ago) bearing the smug slogan "One person with a belief is equal to the force of 100,000 who have only interests", a pompous, know-it-all/know-nothing variation on John Stuart Mill, and seeing his idiotic, blank Mark David Chapman/John Hinkley/David Berkowitz countenance, made me wonder, uselessly as usual, about who might have spotted this “face in the crowd” and possibly provided some early warning of his madness, rage and mediocrity.

Arches Bridge Monument, New Mexico 

        So, I posted the Arkansas News story above about the natural bridge auction in beautiful Arkansas, a state more people should visit, and the pictures of other natural bridges above and below.  For some reason, it seemed appropriate to do.

        Earlier in the week, Tom Clark posted on Beyond The Pale two exceptional features focusing on the effects of pollution, one concerning China's "green tide" of algae and the other on the hideous effects plastic debris has wreaked on albatrosses in the South Pacific.  

Pont d'Arc natural bridge, near Vallon-Pont d'Arc, Ardeche, France

        By contrast, however, during our visit to Maine (to visit Jane at camp and explore other parts of the state), we have been treated to glorious views of Maine’s waterways and the Atlantic Ocean, both from the shoreline and out on the water.  Yesterday, we journeyed a couple of hours out from Kennebunkport on a whale watching tour.   

Rainbow Cave Bridge, Israel

        We saw whales (finbacks and minkes, the first I’ve ever seen up close), bluefin tuna, mako sharks and puffins.   We also saw beautiful, peaceful albatrosses and vast numbers of dolphins who put on the best water show we had ever seen, enthusiastically body-surfing in the prodigious wake of our vessel.  It was amazing and very moving to see them simply living their lives, far from the madness of current domestic and international news, and accepting us into their environment in stark contrast to the way we treat "intruders" of all sorts into ours.

 

Whale!

Plover

I was the solitary plover

a pencil

        for a wing-bone

From the secret notes

I must tilt

upon the pressure

execute and adjust

      In us sea-air rhythm

"We live by the urgent wave

of the verse"

Lorine Niedecker, From Paean to Place (!968), included in Collected Works (ed. Jenny Penberthy), Berkeley, University of California Press, 2002

Archilochos 279 (How Many Times)

How many times,

How many times

On the gray sea,

The sea combed

By the wind

Like a wilderness 

Of woman's hair,

Have we longed, 

Lost in nostalgia

For the sweetness 

Of homecoming.

1. Top image:  Vija Celmins, Ocean Surface, 1992, Woodcut, Museum of Modern Art, New York City

2. Lower image, Vija Celmins, Ocean Surface, 2000, Wood engraving, National Galleries of Scotland.

3.  Archilochos translation by Guy Davenport. Included in Seven Greeks, New York, New Directions, 1995.

Independence Dependence (July 4th Pancakes)

Maine lake and piney woods

        Jane was only home from Cambridge a few days before leaving for summer camp in Maine.  She’s never been to sleep-away camp before and wanted to try it out.   Some other local girls attend this camp, which looks like a splendid place for our energetic, athletic daughter and, apart from the satisfaction I hope to take in making this further contribution to her development as an adolescent and independent person, Caroline and I will travel to Maine to visit her mid-way through her summer, which will be nice. 

State of Maine -- Admited to Union in 1820;  Capitol city is Augusta

        Despite the long planning that preceded her departure, it still seemed sudden and rushed to me, with a lot of loose ends dangling, including the sizeable amount of unused pancake batter Jane left in the refrigerator.  Caroline, who has been suffering with a dreadful flu-like illness that we suspect Jane brought back from the UK, discovered it when she finally rose from her sick-bed yesterday looking for something to eat.

Chocolate-chip pancakes

       As a child (despite her budding maturity and rich and sophisticated sense of sarcasm, THE age-appropriate attitude and rhetorical device), Jane likes to make chocolate chip pancakes, something most adults do not prepare for themselves.  Recently, she has progressed from using the Bisquick packaged pancake preparation (which is extremely good) to the traditional basic Joy of Cooking recipe.  It was this batter Jane left behind, but with the key difference that her recipe this time included a quantity of excellent cut-up, locally grown Pennsylvania  strawberries. 

Maine blueberries

        Seeing Jane’s bequest, and also spying some unused, still fresh local blueberries adjacent to them, Caroline combined that fruit into the batter and prepared a remarkable, original (to us, at least) breakfast, one that combined various dark, light, sweet and bitter notes.  After nourishing herself and retreating to bed, I tried the what remained of the pancakes while clearing the kitchen and formed the same, still unspoken and not-yet-shared thought that she had  – that this would be a very good summer dessert recipe combined with some vanilla ice cream.  

 
Glorious strawberries

        When we actually spoke about our telepathic menu union, we found that although we were basically on the same page (we both agreed, for instance, that the quantity of dark chocolate chips needed to be reduced from Jane’s generous levels), there was one salient difference between us.  Caroline thinks we should stick with the Joy of Cooking recipe, but I think a lighter, “French-ier” crepe recipe would be better for dessert purposes.

French-style crepes

        We have been married for so long (and happily) that we are extremely familiar with each other’s personalities.  Therefore, on many occasions I have found that there are really no subjects that are too trivial to argue about, so this discussion went on for a while.   Finally, we agreed to try both recipes (with chocolate chip and fruit quantities remaining approximate; really, that’s a question of personal taste) to see which version works best.  Should any reader care to essay for themselves this comparison/taste test, please let me know which preparation you prefer.  Given the red, white and blue elements in the dish, I would definitely say that this is fare suitable for July 4th celebrations.

Charles de Gaulle, President of France and First Lady of the United States, Jacqueline Kennedy, Paris, June 1961

        I’m distraught and somewhat despondent not having my daughter around, but I am doing the best I can to cope.  Everywhere I visit, people ask about her.  It has become extremely clear that I have faded into the general woodwork of my own life. When I’m around Jane, I feel like President Kennedy must have felt when he said:  "I am the man who accompanied Jacqueline Kennedy to Paris",  as he began his June 2, 1961 press conference in Paris.  

Maine summer camp waterfront

        We’ll be visiting Jane in Maine toward the end of the month.  Based on a couple of Maine visits during the past decade – the first since my own dreadful summer camping youth – Bob Dylan must have had me in mind when he wrote "I Shall Be Released"  -- I’m looking forward to the trip.  Maine is really beautiful.

Recipes:

[1]   Basic Pancake Recipe:  This Mark Bittman pancake recipe, which was published in the New York Times, is very close to the Joy of Cooking recipe.  I've chosen to use it here because Bittman's recipes are generally excellent and extremely clear:

An important thing to remember about the cooking part is this -- that you have to preheat the skillet or griddle, or the first batch will be nearly worthless.   To determine when the pan is hot enough to take the batter, heat it over medium heat until a few drops of water skid across the surface before evaporating.  A well-seasoned cast iron pan will need little or no butter or oil, but if you choose stainless steel or aluminum pans, use plenty of butter, the net result will be that the pancakes will taste better.

Ingredients

2 cups all-purpose flour

2 teaspoons baking powder

1/4 teaspoon salt

1 tablespoon of sugar, optional

2 eggs 

1 1/2 to 2 cups of milk

2 tablespoons melted and cooled butter (optional) plus unmelted butter for cooking, or use neutral oil.

Method

Heat a griddle or large skillet over medium-low heat.  In a bowl, mix together dry ingredients. Beat eggs into 1 1/2 cups milk, then stir in 2 tablespoons melted cooled butter, if using it.  Gently stir this mixture into dry ingredients, mixing only enough to moisten flour, don't worry about a few lumps.  If the batter seems thick, add a little more milk.

Place a teaspoon or two of butter or oil on griddle or skillet.  When butter foam subsides or oil shimmers, ladle batter onto griddle or skillet, making pancakes any size you like.  Adjust heat as necessary, usually first batch will require higher heat than subsequent batches. Flip pancakes after bubbles rise to surface and bottoms brown, after 2-4 minutes.

Cook until second side is lightly browned. Serve or hold on an ovenproof plate in a 200-degree oven for up to 15 minutes.

Yield: 4-6 servings

Time: 20 minutes

[2] Basic Crepes Recipe (from Bon Appetit)

Ingredients 

2 large eggs

1/4 teaspoon salt

1 cup unbleached all-purpose flout

1 1/4 cups (or more) milk (do not use low-fat or non-fat)

Melted butter 

Method

Whisk eggs and salt in a large bowl.  Gradually whisk in flour, then 1 1/4 cups milk.  Strain into medium bowl.  Let stand 1 hour.

If necessary, add more milk by tablespoonfuls to batter to thin to consistency of heavy whipping cream.  Heat 8-inch diameter non-stick skillet over medium-high heat.  Brush with melted butter.  Pour 3 tablespoons batter into skillet and swirl to coat bottom evenly.  Cook until top appears dray, loosening sides of crepe with spatula, about 45 seconds.  Turn and cook until brown spots appear on second side, about 30 seconds.  Turn crepe out onto plate.  Repeat with remaining batter, brushing skillet with butter and stacking crepes onto plate.

Makes 8 crepes

Note:  Although this piece is clearly drafted in a slightly "misty" (as Maynard G. Krebs would say) mood, I live in expectation of Jane's return, showing her how to make crepes and then standing aside as she masters the skill and begins, as I know she will, to surpass the great masters of the art.  She's very good at this sort of thing.  I will also tell her about my father, who was something of a crepes suzette king, a talent, other difficulties notwithstanding, that lands clearly on the credit side of the ledger.

Credit side of the ledger (and its "other"). 

Preparing crepes suzette at Restaurant Laserre, Paris