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The Highest Cauldron  By Anita Sullivan “To say how many green-greys there are is impossible” From the Letters of Vincent van Gogh  EUGENE Oregon—(Weekly Hubris)—5/20/2013—–I’m listening to Grigory Sokolov play Bach’s “Art of the Fugue,” which is like being present at the Dawn of the World and, for some reason, I think about how I [...]

“All of this contributes to my conviction that there are not only more things going on in the world than we can ever begin to notice but that, very likely, the majority of these things are run by laws that have little or no connection with physics, logic, religion, or common sense. I call this [...]

“People in Africa and Madagascar live and work inside baobab trees. No wonder the Little Prince was worried. The age of a single tree can’t be counted with rings, because it doesn’t have any, but ‘a thousand years’ is considered a reasonable average. And if there is such thing as a normal-looking tree, the baobab [...]

“‘Anecdote’ means ‘unpublished,’ which means informal, without shape or polish. Your own story is, well, yours; it’s a work in progress, connected to you like a Siamese twin and, in a sense, not really yours to set free, even if you’ve told it many times before. Anecdote is so private that it’s doomed to fail [...]

“Summing up an experience while it’s happening instead of waiting a decent interval for it to settle out, has become normal practice. Which is really weird, if you ask me. It’s as though we’ve finally agreed that what we say about something trumps what we actually know about it.” Anita Sullivan  The Highest Cauldron By Anita Sullivan EUGENE Oregon—(WeeklyHubris)—12/24/2012—My [...]

“I want to be clear in the matter of roosters. The myth is that they crow early in the morning to wake us up. Nonsense! Roosters crow whenever they feel like it, which can be in the middle of the night (like a persistent rain), or at nine o’clock, or noon; they can startle you [...]

“The bear is in love: you can see it by the curve of his left wrist as he holds the watering can over the stream, concentrating so that each pad will receive the right amount of water from the silvery shower that descends so intimately from its spout.” Anita Sullivan The Highest Cauldron by Anita [...]

“There is a serious movement here in the Northwest, and in other places, to start growing our own food again: in city centers, on rooftop gardens and in pots; further out into the suburbs, in backyard gardens like ours. Farther out in the country, my brother and sister-in-law regularly plant, tend, and harvest a garden [...]

“Soon I found that I was writing a novel, in which the central idea was, ‘What is the nature of human happiness, and is it even desirable—never mind possible—under any circumstances?’ The central character had evolved into someone other than myself, and half a dozen others had come in to keep her from trying to [...]

The Highest Cauldron by Anita Sullivan “To say how many green-greys there are is impossible.” From the Letters of Vincent van Gogh  EUGENE Oregon—(Weekly Hubris)—5/14/2012–I’m listening to Grigory Sokolov play Bach’s “Art of the Fugue,” which is like being present at the Dawn of the World and, for some reason, I think about how I [...]