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…

“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…

“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…

“‘Anecdote’ means ‘unpublished,’ which means informal, without shape or polish.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…

“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…

“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…

“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…

“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…

“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…

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…