Elroy Bode

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Thoughts of Dust

by Elroy Bode | Fri, Jan 21, 2011 at 19:38 CST
Postcards

Desert Dusk

Dateline: El Paso

Christmas Past, El Paso: It was after dark, and cars with their headlights properly dimmed crept in long, solemn lines block after block. They were not mourners paying last respects to a fallen rock star. They were just ordinary folks … Read More

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Dateline

El Paso Journal

I sit in darkness on the back porch. Cars are in the distance and on nearby streets. Yells come from games in the nearby park. There are periodic yaps from neighborhood dogs. Lillie, the cat, is poised by the honeysuckle … Read More

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Meditation on a Friend's Suicide

Richard Phelan, my friend of 50 years, is dead.Early in the morning on March 18, he went to a field across from his apartment in McGregor and shot himself. He was 87. Phelan grew up in McGregor, worked in the … Read More

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Afterword

Journals

IN CLINT In the late afternoon I drive down to Clint to be in touch with its small-town pleasures. I walk along the canal, and the clumps of yellowed grass in the sandy ground, the half-buried beer tabs, the broken … Read More

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Journals

I REMEMBER CARLTON STOKES In his prime As he drove toward his ranch in the June heat, he looked out at the land and it was almost like an extension of his body: solid, stable, enduring. The pastures, the fences, … Read More

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Among the Scraps of Left-Over Notes

I don’t know how to start writing again after so long an absence. I cannot make words move. They have become heavy weights. I resist them–or, fancifully, they resist me. I am uncomfortable trying to use them. Words enabled me … Read More

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Those Big Band Days

I miss the Big Band era of the 1930s and ’40s. I miss the bands themselves, the songs, the singers, the sidemen, the arrangements and instrumentations. I miss listening to those old Decca and Capitol and Columbia 78s. I miss, … Read More

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Summertime Sketches

EARTH-LIFE I need the earth-life, the ordinary countryside moment, but I cannot make this deep affection seem important to most people I know. On occasion friends look indulgently with me toward the trees or fields that I am showing them, … Read More

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