I am often melancholic, but I like being here. Every morning I am pleased to wake up 
again where the handle meets the blade.
Would you give a small person a smaller hammer? This is 
weapons-grade anger and no longer simply an environmental problem, but as an assault 
on their basic human rights. The country could spiral 
into civil war. They predict conflicts where we imagine paradise.
Political interest is sub par, and the citizen's engagement elsewhere. Here 
Uncas, a large copper weather vane of an Indian, has long been the pride of Gilbertsville, 
N.Y. But most ethnic and religious differences went on sale
last year to a wealthy New Jersey art collector who caused a big rift in this village's 
population of 375. Concerning immigration their standpoints are quite demeaning. 
And that is not the usual memory of the old person's but of childhood's memory.
Where does all that one has thought go? All that one has felt and made?
Even the thought that the world goes on seeks some width in the blade. Then
you have to give the fingers ample clearance 
though no enforcement powers. 
 
 

***
 

But I do not think much about the past. 
Japanese knives tend to be specialized toward a mixture of present and future. 
I am still busy with a wide range of projects, especially particular kitchen tasks that often 
appear more lissome than brawny.
They concluded that "human influences" are now the dominant factor
and know that many of the migrants crossing the largely unmonitored border are Iraqi 
Shiite families. 
The end could be retreat to a room of one's own, to cultural otherness or
to the limiting of the presence of permitted foreign words.
Finally - and this happens later - offered civil rights are actively
refused in a state of emergency in a country under receivership. 
Again and again I catch myself asking him: come and help.
 
 

***
 

they would this spring begin the lengthy process of filing a petition a precise blend of 
iron and other metals like chromium and molybdenum, 
forged in molds or hammered by hand,
collecting videotaped statements from elders and hunters
"I have arrived in the land of my dreams without leaving my homeland. For
the first time in my life," writes Yuri A. from Kiev
the citizenship of many other migrants remains unclear, in an area where there have been 
unregulated flows of tribal Arabs for centuries.
"Svobodu ne spynyty" (Freedom will win!'), but not without the feeling of belonging
together, not without the many hours standing in the cold, 
in the middle of this human pinguin heat. 
The question is: "Whatever will I do once we've won?" "Was mache ich bloß, wenn wir 
gesiegt haben?"
First I search for things, and as you know I do that for the better part of the day, and
then I say: If you truly are somewhere, then now is the time to ask for your help.