More specifically concerning: dogs
alma mater
18 August 2003, around 20.10.
Dogs aren’t allowed on the trail without a leash, both to prevent them from harassing other hikers and to keep the dogs themselves out of trouble. In places the sound of the river rises up the gravel slope, and thirsty dogs rush down for a drink and cannot reascend; should the owner go down to […]
pseudaphoristica (6)
10 September 2003, around 8.29.
canine.
What’s this?
23 November 2004, around 10.56.
disorientation
22 July 2013, around 17.02.
An excursion.
too dark to read
6 August 2018, around 17.13.
It is strange, this land of dogs. A cat may occur in secret, but the dog translates one into a different culture, which runs parallel but only partially visible to the commonplace of books and walks and cemeteries. Strangers speak to me now on the street, wanting to greet the dog, needing apologies when the […]
pseudaphoristica (21)
4 January 2020, around 5.17.
dogged.
at hasard
29 September 2020, around 5.00.
on dogs, walking, running, Mongolia and nature.
Citation (66)
14 March 2021, around 5.43.
howling at the moon…
16.06.2021: morning
16 June 2021, around 15.20.
Awake at ten past four with the clear impression, through earplugs, that someone has spoken my name. Light of the lamp slowly dawning. The dog nudges the rattling doorknob, then click-click-click away down the hall. A trip to the necessary reveals nothing new, and a short doze passes the time before the alarum. One stares […]
menagerie
15 May 2023, around 4.45.
A poet who writes in Romansch arrives for a day; we all listen to him read with his Dutch translator. The two of them sound like strange birds, chippering and swooping. I don’t need to understand a word to know I like the poems a lot. —Martha Cooley (Guesswork, ch. 11) I was reading along […]