Lewis Hyde

Mar 15, 2024 | geist.com | D.J. Taylor |Daniel Francis |Lewis Hyde |Michael Hayward

In Geist 125FEATURES“Lady with the Big Head Chronicle” by Angélique Lalonde“Dear Nani” by Zinnia Naqvi“Knot After Knot of Tomorrow” by Jane Shi“Looking for a Place to Happen” by Minelle Mahtani‍NOTES & DISPATCHES“TheTrap Door” by Eimear Laffan“True at First Flight” by J.R. Patterson“Elizabeth Smart’s Rockcliffe Park” by rob mclennan“Drinking Games with Ghosts” by Jade Wallace‍FINDINGS“Cart of Misplaced Tomes” by Brooke Lockyer“Rollovers” by Matthew Gwathmey“Bookish” by Amanda Etches“Gramps vs.

Feb 1, 2024 | aworkinglibrary.com | Mandy Brown |Sarah Jaffe |Lewis Hyde

I used to tell this story, about my theory of fucks. The theory goes like so: you are born with so many fucks to give. However many you’ve got is all there is; they are like eggs, that way. Some of us are born with quite a lot, some with less, but none of us knows how many we have. When we’re young, we go around giving a fuck about all kinds of things, blissfully unaware of our ever-dwindling supply.

Sep 23, 2023 | nytimes.com | Lewis Hyde

Beginning in August and well into the fall here in New England, the crickets take over the night, their song a chiming of little bells or a rhythmic ripple of falling water. There has always been folklore to tell us what that song means. In ancient Greece, Aesop took it to be a sign of careless joy. In China it still portends wisdom and good fortune. In Germany it may warn of danger.

Aug 1, 2023 | mindbodyhealthpolitics.org | Lewis Hyde |Richard Miller

Dear Listener,I'm excited to share my recent interview with Marian Goodell, CEO of Burning Man Project – an organization unlike any other. In 1986 I attended a small beach gathering that grew into today's 80,000 person event. In the Bible, the figure of Miriam helped free Jews from slavery in Egypt. Today Marian has brought people into the desert to find freedom at Burning Man.

Jul 30, 2023 | nytimes.com | Lewis Hyde

If you have ever gone bird watching, or looked for wildflowers or mushrooms, or hunted for deer or rabbits, you will know the strange enchantment of searching for nature’s hidden treasures. I myself first knew it in childhood, hunting for butterflies in the farm fields of Connecticut, a pursuit that sadly ended when my family moved to Pittsburgh and the dense fogs of puberty and higher education descended upon me, obscuring the swallowtails and skippers. Only decades later did the air clear.