Monday, February 9, 2015
Tuesday, October 7, 2014
In Memoriam: Farewell to Larry Haverfield, Conservation Hero
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The black-footed ferret, the most endangered mammal in North America, found a courageous ally in Kansas rancher Larry Haverfield. (Photo: Audubon of Kansas) |
With the passing of Kansas rancher and conservationist Larry Haverfield on September 21, 2014, I am reminded of the interview I conducted with Larry for my "Green State" column in the Emporia Gazette in 2010. Haverfield had recently help save the black-footed ferret from likely extinction in his latest battle in the courts. In memory of Larry and in gratitude for his work, which his wife and family will carry on with the same courage and commitment, I am re-posting that article here:
Monday, September 29, 2014
On Dreaming, Human Nature, and the Obsolescence of Greed
Wednesday, November 6, 2013
Saturday, April 27, 2013
THE HOLLOW MEN: The Taxman Declares War on Poets
Wednesday, December 26, 2012
Dreaming of Deer
You vanished
into the dark forest
where I could not follow,
where I longed to follow.
—from "God Puts on the Body of a Deer" by Rebecca Baggett
Monday, October 22, 2012
Minnesota's Own John Caddy Reads in Minneapolis
Owl's hunt is so still that when I see a talon flex
I almost hear long hoarfrost crystals
break and sift to ground.
Thank you, John, for three decades of more beauty than we can hold.
Jealous Left Us Speechless
Ten days ago, NAACP President/CEO Benjamin T. Jealous gave the keynote address at the 20th Anniversary celebration of the Roy Wilkins Center for Human Relations and Social Justice at the University of Minnesota. It will always be a memorable evening for me. Mr. Jealous, the youngest leader of the NAACP since its founding in 1909, gave the most inspiring speech I have ever heard. Period. naacp.org
Tuesday, September 11, 2012
September 11, 2012
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GROUND ZERO, YEAR TWO
Antonia Felix
In the beginning the hole
was darkness as solid as rock,
rock turned inside out.
Now, the night air drifts empty handed.
No more smoke to curl around nerves
and condense into nightmares,
But this: two
throwing shadows on the river.
© 2002 Antonia Felix
Monday, June 11, 2012
FATAL REMEDY Book Launch at Minneapolis' Bryant-Lake Bowl Theatre
Friday, April 27, 2012
My Debut Fiction
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My first published novel, FATAL REMEDY, is a medical thriller inspired by the controversy over anti-depressant drug therapies for children, ethical and criminal issues in psychiatry and the power of Big Pharma.
WINNERS BOOKS
Trade Paperback | 331 pages
Thursday, October 6, 2011
Tranströmer's Full Universe
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Excerpt from "Morning Bird Songs"(translated by Robert Bly)I wake up my car;pollen covers the windshield.I put my dark glasses on.The bird songs all turn dark.Meanwhile someone is buying a paperat the railroad stationnot far from a big freight carreddened all over with rust.It shimmers in the sun.The whole universe is full.
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Wednesday, October 5, 2011
Thursday, July 14, 2011
July 2011: The Move to Home Sweet Home
Wednesday, July 13, 2011
Just Published: A Jungian Perspective on Sofia Coppola's LOST IN TRANSLATION
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Processing images like those generated by dreams and myth, film can express symbolic language that speaks to universal human issues. Writer/director Sofia Coppola’s film Lost in Translation is rich in symbols that arise on the journey toward maturity and wholeness that psychiatrist Carl Jung called individuation. Several elements of the setting reflect the “de-souled” world that propels us into individuation, such as phony lounge music, karaoke, rock-star video games and a superficial young actress staying at Bob and Charlotte’s hotel. Tokyo skyscrapers and elevators correspond to the mythological idea of the cosmic tree, a symbol of modern humanity’s yearning for connection to its roots in the unconscious. Billboards and Bob’s movies on TV symbolize his midlife crisis—an actor who has sold out to making lucrative commercials and now feels the pull toward more artistic work.
From image to multilayered image, this movie is a dreamlike trip into our deepest foreign territory and all-too-real confrontation with issues we bury at our own risk.
By viewing this film with an eye on the universal symbols that accompany individuation, Lost in Translation becomes even more compelling and primes us to look for similar imagery in other films.