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    The Hardy Tree
    The Hardy Tree
    The Hardy Tree
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    The Hardy Tree

    By Linda Bierds

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    Focusing on figures such as Thomas Hardy, Alan Turing, Virginia Woolf, and the World War One poets, The Hardy Tree examines power, oppression and individual rights in ways that reverberate through our lives today. Uniting these themes is the issue of communication—the various methods and codes we use to reach one another. The book is arranged in four sections. The first visits Vladimir Nabokov as a child with alphabet blocks, Alan Turing at eleven writing home from boarding school with a “pen of his own making,” Virginia Woolf as a teenager practicing her penmanship, and Wilfred Owen trying to draw a musical note from a blade of grass on a battlefield on the Somme. The second section focuses more deeply on various types of encoding; the third erases the Magna Carta; the fourth offers a provisional peace. These sections lean against one another the way that history leans upon itself. Backed by Bierds’ intensive research and woven with scientific evidence, she pushes us to consider our futures in direct conversation with the past.
    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherCopper Canyon Press
    Release dateJan 15, 2020
    ISBN9781619322066
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      The Hardy Tree - Linda Bierds

      Self-Portrait: A Cento

      I can’t be alone in this,

      the wars are everywhere, o even within.

      Alone, I am nothing

      and there’s the shape of nothing caught in air:

      an O without a figure,

      grain of the night sky’s empty hour.

      I forget and remember and forget

      the who I am and who are you, the who

      too thin to cipher and with no start and end,

      sewn together & torn again,

      stretched out like variable stars,

      like anyone’s portrait as a path of ill-formed light.

      PART ONE

      Nabokov’s Colored Hearing

      I present a fine case of colored hearing.…

      the color sensation seems to be produced

      by the very act of my orally forming a given

      letter while I imagine its outline.

      Had my mother turned away from me

      as I sat on the nursery floor, my alphabet blocks

      leaning together in their unsteady towers,

      had she laughed when I said their colors were wrong,

      each raised wooden letter carved from some spectrum

      I could not see, had my mother,

      my fellow synesthete, not followed my eyes

      as an m swelled in the air between us,

      not listened as I said of its shape and sound,

      a fold of pink flannel, had my mother not seen,

      as I did, h as a brown shoelace,

      or the z’s thundercloud blue,

      I would never have closed my eyes at night

      to watch anything more on my inner lids

      than a brush of retinal dust,

      never have followed my curious alphabet

      as its letters released their mysteries:

      now walnuts rustling in a canvas sack,

      now mirrors, harps, clouds of small parrots,

      now box after box of humming hives,

      and, just before sleep, pale keepers in veils

      lifting the frames through the smoke.

      Casabianca

      italicized text by Alan Turing

      (b. June 23, 1912–d. June 7, 1954)

      Hazelhurst

      Sussex

      1923

      Dear Mother and Daddy

      Guess what I am am writing with It is an invention of my own it is a fountain pen like this:—

      A nib

      B cork to stop ink and hold nib

      C ink

      D tube for ink

      E squishy end of fountain pen/filler

      F air

      § §

      This was his path:

      up Horsecastles Road

      and Long Street,

      left on St. Swithin’s,

      right on Newland,

      left on the dogleg Avenue,

      and into the garden

      to count the bees,

      to watch the shape

      of their rise and dip,

      their lateral flight

      blossom to blossom to blossom.

      § §

      Hazelhurst

      Sussex

      Dear Mother and Daddy

      I was 2nd this week again…. There is a lecture tonmorow Wainwright was next to bottom this week

      § §

      What is the pattern, insect to flower?

      Where is the path, flower to hive?

      How do vibration and message meet?

      When does the body turn?

      § §

      Hazelhurst

      Sussex

      Dear Mother and Daddy,

      GB said that as I wrote so thick I was to get some new nibs from T. Wells and I am writing with them now. this is my patent ink

      § §

      Wilmslow Magistrates’ Court

      1952

      The charge: Gross Indecency contrary to Section 11 of the Criminal Law Amendment Act 1885

      § §

      If the cells exist but

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