Category: speaking in tongues
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I’ve studied language for most of life, even before I declared at the age of 10 that I wanted to be a writer. But decades later I’m unable to list… more ›
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I spent a few hours the other day cleaning out my study, throwing out, shredding, and recycling various papers I’ve collected over the past several years in anticipation of a… more ›
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In eins Dreizehnter Feber. Im Herzmund erwachtes Schibboleth. Mit dir, Peuple de Paris. No pasarán. 5 Schäfchen zur Linken: er, Abadias, der Greis aus Huesca, kam mit den Hunden über… more ›
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Schibboleth Mitsamt meinen Steinen, den großgeweinten hinter den Gittern, schleiften sie mich 5 in die Mitte des Marktes, dorthin, wo die Fahne sich aufrollt, der ich keinerlei Eid schwor. Flöte,… more ›
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When I still lived in Kansas all those years ago, I would wake up in the middle of the night terrified out of my skin because of the witch sitting… more ›
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… about being a casualty. Listening to these songs in the parking lot this afternoon made me feel a bit antisocial and embarrassed. I was sitting in the car with… more ›
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To contribute to Project Blog It today, I decided to post an excerpt from a book I’ve been writing over the past few years based on the journal I kept… more ›
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Friday, May 16, 2008, Hotel Turkoman, Istanbul After what seems and certainly feels like two lost days of traveling across continents and time zones, the beginnings of my third day… more ›
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During the forty-six hours I spent in Budapest in the winter of ’96, I befriended another American at the hostel who was traveling the world researching the history of coffee… more ›