{"id":10168,"date":"2008-10-18T10:12:04","date_gmt":"2008-10-18T15:12:04","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/blogs.law.harvard.edu\/ethicalesq\/?p=10168"},"modified":"2011-08-05T14:53:18","modified_gmt":"2011-08-05T18:53:18","slug":"just-another-autumn-weekend","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/archive.blogs.harvard.edu\/ethicalesq\/2008\/10\/18\/just-another-autumn-weekend\/","title":{"rendered":"just another (almost-Halloween, election season) autumn weekend"},"content":{"rendered":"

.. with a new haiga (orig.<\/a>) .. \"\"<\/a> ..<\/p>\n

haunted hayride
\nthe weekend dad
\nholds on tight<\/em><\/p>\n

photo: Arthur Giacalone (2000)
\npoem: David Giacalone<\/p>\n

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uncle eats all
\nthe trick-or-treat candy
\nOctober 18<\/p>\n

… dagosan<\/em><\/a><\/p>\n

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\"\"<\/a> .. a<\/strong><\/em>nd some new Haibun: T<\/strong><\/em>o be ghastly frank, the old fuddy-duddies here at f\/k\/a<\/em> prefer their haibun — short pieces of narrative prose with a subtly-linked poem — to have customary punctuation and initial caps (and, indeed, actual prose).\u00a0 Nonetheless, substance is<\/em> more important than style, and editors and authors wiser than we have selected some rather interesting haibun by a pair of our Honored Guest Poets for the latest issue of Frogpond<\/em> (Volume 31:3, Fall 2008).\u00a0 We’ve typed two of them up for you to enjoy on this mid-October weekend:<\/p>\n

Food Fair<\/strong> \"\"
\nby w.f. owen<\/p>\n

scraping something from my shoe this food varied as the people attending attired in creative colors and fabrics every ethnicity smells of concoctions intermingling wafting through the throng booths offering samples delivered with oversized plastic gloves hairnets never quite covering yet from the mimes to free magnets to cartoon characters to that guy on stilts with the constant smile everything fits.<\/p>\n

puppet show she guides her husband into his seat<\/p>\n

… by w.f. owen<\/a> – Frogpond<\/em> (Volume 31:3, Fall 2008)<\/p>\n

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Security <\/strong>
\nby Michael Dylan Welch<\/p>\n

The line through security moves slowly, but eventually we empty our pockets and doff our light jackets, place our belongings in plastic containers, and step through the metal detectors.\u00a0 The Parliament tour is busy, but now we’re inside, just under the Peace Tower, in a waiting area as the tour guide describes the fire that destroyed the original buildings.\u00a0 Today, we’re among the endless rounds of tourists who will visit the Hall of Honour, the library that survived the fire thanks to two iron doors, and the opulent senate chamber, with carpet and upholstery all in red to symbolize royalty.\u00a0 As we wait, a video screen repeats views of the rooms where we’ll be walking.<\/p>\n

last tour of the day —
\nthe guide’s shoelaces, and mine,
\nuntied<\/p>\n

….. by Michael Dylan Welch<\/a> – Frogpond<\/em> (Volume 31:3, Fall 2008)<\/p>\n

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.. And, don’t forget the haibun “Ghostly Figures<\/a>,” by Ron Moss, which you can find in the Frogpond Sampler<\/em><\/a> for Fall 2008.<\/p>\n

F<\/strong><\/em>inally, what scares you these days (other than the stock market)?<\/p>\n