tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2755123332716147532.post237485937245233047..comments2023-09-26T08:04:43.755-07:00Comments on Mark Doty: Cache Valley at twilightMark Dotyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04148162515300148887noreply@blogger.comBlogger5125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2755123332716147532.post-48820948991139015182008-11-07T23:09:00.000-08:002008-11-07T23:09:00.000-08:00Mark, glad you asked. Your personal librarian at ...Mark, glad you asked. Your personal librarian at your service. My library's online <B>Oxford English Dictionary</B> has the following entry for the etymology of <I>hanker</I>:<BR/><BR/>[Not known before 1600; history obscure. Mod.Du. has hunkeren (Plantijn, 1673, hungkeren), dial. hankeren, in same sense. Generally thought to be frequentative and intensive deriv. of HANG v., but cf. HANK v. 6.] <BR/><BR/> 1. intr. To ‘hang about’, to linger or loiter about with longing or expectation. Now dial. <BR/><BR/>OED SECOND EDITION 1989 <BR/><BR/>PS<BR/>Glad the reading and after-reading went so well.Jack Albrechthttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12472948036711196535noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2755123332716147532.post-66490441690811493442008-11-07T07:52:00.000-08:002008-11-07T07:52:00.000-08:00Jack, I love the verb "hankering".It sounds like s...Jack, I love the verb "hankering".<BR/>It sounds like something Whitman would have said. I wonder what its etymology might be?Mark Dotyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04148162515300148887noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2755123332716147532.post-80394749543376890892008-11-07T07:47:00.000-08:002008-11-07T07:47:00.000-08:00Hello, All:Ah, the Rocky Mountains, of which the U...Hello, All:<BR/>Ah, the Rocky Mountains, of which the Utah Wasatch Range are considered a part. Having grown up partly in Boulder, Colorado and the front range, I have an especial affinity for the Rockies. <BR/><BR/>Both Justin's poem and Mark's description of the mountains give me a hankerin' (Westerner talk) to be in them now. I see the foothills (or benches) and the temple when I'm at the SLC terminal transferring to a flight to Glacier Airport (Kalispell, MT). I'll be on my way there in less than three weeks for Thanksgiving. Can't wait for walks in the crisp mountain air of late autumn.Jack Albrechthttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12472948036711196535noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2755123332716147532.post-52861253324265322282008-11-07T05:27:00.000-08:002008-11-07T05:27:00.000-08:00Here is a poem I wrote about the Utah mountains:PR...Here is a poem I wrote about the Utah mountains:<BR/><BR/>PRE-DAWN: THREE SISTERS<BR/><BR/><BR/>I am awake hours before the sun,<BR/>looking at the dark shadow<BR/>that is my mountain. It’s hulking curve <BR/>lumbers and shifts slightly <BR/>with my every breath.<BR/><BR/>Whenever I come back to this place<BR/>after years of absence, it is the mountains<BR/>that startle me the most, their size<BR/>always shrinking in my mind <BR/>like the old memory of a broken arm.<BR/><BR/>Though the minutes pass slow<BR/>it is time well spent, waiting <BR/>with the world as it shakes off the night,<BR/>small details quietly gathering <BR/>beneath the shirt tails of morning.Justin Evanshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12161484350184865575noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2755123332716147532.post-32259236568397319872008-11-06T21:12:00.000-08:002008-11-06T21:12:00.000-08:00Beautiful, both the photo and the post. Templates...Beautiful, both the photo and the post. Templates--yeah--they are so limiting and impersonal; so full of fear.luhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14486545199810361580noreply@blogger.com