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07. newsbriefs
08. mt. lemmon settled & a sedona farewell
10. as an activist asks, “Why?”
an army recruiter cries “trespass!”
12. aps’s attempted extortion 13. film!
14. it’s the arts
23. to see & be seen
24. music for the masses
30. sacred corn &
the feminine bee dance
31. supplement calendar
33. atrologicallly speaking
34. a river runs through us
36. prescott’s don’t miss list
38. zen taxi
39. essence: strawberry hedgehog
saichel éditîon
may 2013 • #144
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clair anna rose, ellen Jo roberts kyle boggs, sarah Gianelli bobby carlson, cindy cole
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cole lahti
angie Johnson-schmit bob reynolds John bianchini reagan mcGuire Warren Woodward annie botticelli rhonda pallas downey
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a Letter frOM tHe puBLISHer
With roses, tulips, and their cousins in their fullest bloom this time of year, and the fragrance of earthen life woven into every lazy breeze, we may turn our woes to the idyllic significance of the Maypole, and its gnomish heritage among the villages of lore.
There is said that a universal tree exists, the Yggdrasil, one in which the pol- linating cosmic dust circulates around, a sacred arbor that when adorned with bands of our own creation in a gleeful jig of merriment, we cannot help but be blessed by its life-affirming power. Emanating both from within and through us, the source shrouds us from the fits of winter and buoys us into the contentment of summer’s abundance.
Perhaps the poet Robert Herrick crooned to the maypole best with:
The May-pole is up,
Now give me the cup;
I’ll drink to the garlands around it;
But first unto those Whose hands did compose The glory of flowers that crown’d it.
A health to my girls, Whose husbands may earls Or lords be, granting my wishes,
And when that ye wed
To the bridal bed,
Then multiply all, like to fishes.
Here’s to good reading — and dancing! Charles Seiverd • charles@thenoise.us
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