Great writing sends me.
John McPhee is a living legend. He's been a regular contributor to The New Yorker and much of what has been published in his 27 books I've read there first. Another piece authored by McPhee has appeared in the current issue of the magazine, and the man's writing talent has compelled me to post.
What's his topic of choice this time? Lacrosse. But it doesn't matter what the man writes about. Just read him.
Rocks, oranges, sports, science, nature ...
The Pine Barrens.
I watch for his pieces, and I could not recall seeing one published throughout the entirety of 2008. Scared me. (Every week ... DRAT!) But two have appeared so far this year. Another book is now being published. Whew!
I've told Alfreda that, when I'm gone (and I hope this isn't until waaaay down the road, of course), I want my vial of ashes tucked between his D cups and carried to the barrens. "Deposit them so they flow down the Tulpehocken, my friend." But I have another request, Alfie. Do me a stone. Get Guy's help if you have to. And place it there alongside the creek's lower meadows. Then inscribe these words:
Here flowed Whippoorbill.
That way. --------->
Downstream.
Toward the Wading.
He said the greatest writer of his time was John McPhee.
Thanks.
Whip
John McPhee is a living legend. He's been a regular contributor to The New Yorker and much of what has been published in his 27 books I've read there first. Another piece authored by McPhee has appeared in the current issue of the magazine, and the man's writing talent has compelled me to post.
What's his topic of choice this time? Lacrosse. But it doesn't matter what the man writes about. Just read him.
Rocks, oranges, sports, science, nature ...
The Pine Barrens.
I watch for his pieces, and I could not recall seeing one published throughout the entirety of 2008. Scared me. (Every week ... DRAT!) But two have appeared so far this year. Another book is now being published. Whew!
I've told Alfreda that, when I'm gone (and I hope this isn't until waaaay down the road, of course), I want my vial of ashes tucked between his D cups and carried to the barrens. "Deposit them so they flow down the Tulpehocken, my friend." But I have another request, Alfie. Do me a stone. Get Guy's help if you have to. And place it there alongside the creek's lower meadows. Then inscribe these words:
Here flowed Whippoorbill.
That way. --------->
Downstream.
Toward the Wading.
He said the greatest writer of his time was John McPhee.
Thanks.
Whip