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To walk or tramp about; to gad, wander. < Old French - trapasser (to trespass).

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Pebble on the Tongue*: A Middle Worth the Wager

Jun 3, 2025
Overheard in a Wisconsin Bakery: Customer:  I’d like a whole pecan pie, please. Server: I’m sorry but I only have left a layer pie with pecans on top. Customer: Really?  I had my heart set on the pecan. Server: Let me tell you, this pie has a layer of chocolate fudge in the middle. That […]

Pebble on the Tongue*: A Middle Worth the Wager

June 3, 2025 Leave a Comment

Overheard in a Wisconsin Bakery: Customer:  I’d like a whole pecan pie, please. Server: I’m sorry but I only have left a layer pie with pecans on top. Customer: Really?  I had my heart set on the pecan. Server: Let me tell you, this pie has a layer of chocolate fudge in the middle. That […]

Written by Jonathan Larson

Pebble on the Tongue: A Sweet, One-of-a-Kind, Byway

Apr 30, 2025
Along the lower reaches of the Congo River, in what was once called the Kingdom of the Kongo, lie tracts of sugar cane and a hundred-year-old factory that tickles the sweet tooth of central Africa.  But it is not the cane fields or the sugar plant or the rum it conjures that so impressed me […]

Pebble on the Tongue: A Sweet, One-of-a-Kind, Byway

April 30, 2025 Leave a Comment

Along the lower reaches of the Congo River, in what was once called the Kingdom of the Kongo, lie tracts of sugar cane and a hundred-year-old factory that tickles the sweet tooth of central Africa.  But it is not the cane fields or the sugar plant or the rum it conjures that so impressed me […]

Written by Jonathan Larson

Pebble on the Tongue: A Breakfast Server’s Feat

Mar 8, 2025
Meandering one day like a crew that had mislaid its compass, we stopped at a wayside pancake house.  As we chattered inconsequentially, a server emerged from the kitchen with a full breakfast platter, slipped on some wet tile and fell spectacularly to the floor, legs splayed, one arm flailing.  But she managed to hold perfectly […]

Pebble on the Tongue: A Breakfast Server’s Feat

March 8, 2025 2 Comments

Meandering one day like a crew that had mislaid its compass, we stopped at a wayside pancake house.  As we chattered inconsequentially, a server emerged from the kitchen with a full breakfast platter, slipped on some wet tile and fell spectacularly to the floor, legs splayed, one arm flailing.  But she managed to hold perfectly […]

Written by Jonathan Larson

Mother of All Road Trips (XII): Hiccup in No-Man’s-Land*

Jan 24, 2025
Having left the Silk Road city walls of Herat (Afghanistan) in our dust we trailed west toward the frontier with Iran coming to the Afghan border post at Islam Qala.  There we cleared exit formalities with authorities who regarded with side-eye our saucy-red VW sedan, its makeshift rooftop carrier accommodating three additional passengers and a […]

Mother of All Road Trips (XII): Hiccup in No-Man’s-Land*

January 24, 2025 7 Comments

Having left the Silk Road city walls of Herat (Afghanistan) in our dust we trailed west toward the frontier with Iran coming to the Afghan border post at Islam Qala.  There we cleared exit formalities with authorities who regarded with side-eye our saucy-red VW sedan, its makeshift rooftop carrier accommodating three additional passengers and a […]

Written by Jonathan Larson

Pebble on the Tongue*: Quo Vadis?

Aug 29, 2024
In a season of bewilderment like our own, a word from African tradition may prove useful: When you are not clear on a destination,You do well to remember whence you came. That is, recall Such recollections can whisper where to plant next steps. *Travelers in desert lands, facing prolonged thirst, have learned that a small […]

Pebble on the Tongue*: Quo Vadis?

August 29, 2024 2 Comments

In a season of bewilderment like our own, a word from African tradition may prove useful: When you are not clear on a destination,You do well to remember whence you came. That is, recall Such recollections can whisper where to plant next steps. *Travelers in desert lands, facing prolonged thirst, have learned that a small […]

Written by Jonathan Larson

Pebble on the Tongue*

Aug 22, 2024
Two lines from a classical Chinese poet whose experience of ‘traipse’ touches on travels occasioned by work, fancy, family or even, duress – two lines that may anticipate some great, ultimate move, for which present ‘traipses’ are but rehearsal. The sorrow at leaving my city fades before the old joy of being in new mountains. […]

Pebble on the Tongue*

August 22, 2024 1 Comment

Two lines from a classical Chinese poet whose experience of ‘traipse’ touches on travels occasioned by work, fancy, family or even, duress – two lines that may anticipate some great, ultimate move, for which present ‘traipses’ are but rehearsal. The sorrow at leaving my city fades before the old joy of being in new mountains. […]

Written by Jonathan Larson

Pebble on the Tongue*

Sep 13, 2023
It may well be in the course of a traipse, even a pious pilgrimage, that a wild flower will trump St. Peter’s Basilica itself. When I Returned From Rome A bird took flight.A flower in a field whistled at me as I passed.I drank from a stream of clear water.And at night, the sky untied […]

Pebble on the Tongue*

September 13, 2023 Leave a Comment

It may well be in the course of a traipse, even a pious pilgrimage, that a wild flower will trump St. Peter’s Basilica itself. When I Returned From Rome A bird took flight.A flower in a field whistled at me as I passed.I drank from a stream of clear water.And at night, the sky untied […]

Written by Jonathan Larson

Pebble on the Tongue: Idle Chatter Over An Iris

Jul 4, 2023
Pausing in Osaka along ‘The Narrow Road to the Deep North’ with his travel-worn satchel,having taken in the cherry blossom temples, the wild coasts and stately mountains, Basho, the forebear of Haiku writes of his meanders, To talk casuallyAbout an iris flowerIs one of the pleasuresOf the wandering journey. Yes, one of many small – […]

Pebble on the Tongue: Idle Chatter Over An Iris

July 4, 2023 Leave a Comment

Pausing in Osaka along ‘The Narrow Road to the Deep North’ with his travel-worn satchel,having taken in the cherry blossom temples, the wild coasts and stately mountains, Basho, the forebear of Haiku writes of his meanders, To talk casuallyAbout an iris flowerIs one of the pleasuresOf the wandering journey. Yes, one of many small – […]

Written by Jonathan Larson

Pebble on the Tongue: Always a Backstory

Apr 16, 2023
If traipsing teaches nothing more, it beckons the traveler to wait for a backstory (apologies, Derrida!) in every encounter or first impression. Consider a haiku by the Japanese master, ‘Issa’, d. 1828 after a life of misfortunes.  So hospitably waving at the entrance gate the willow tree. – trans. H. Henderson It paints a brush-and-ink […]

Pebble on the Tongue: Always a Backstory

April 16, 2023 2 Comments

If traipsing teaches nothing more, it beckons the traveler to wait for a backstory (apologies, Derrida!) in every encounter or first impression. Consider a haiku by the Japanese master, ‘Issa’, d. 1828 after a life of misfortunes.  So hospitably waving at the entrance gate the willow tree. – trans. H. Henderson It paints a brush-and-ink […]

Written by Jonathan Larson

Pebble on the Tongue*: A Lyric Pause to Recollect

Dec 31, 2022
Now and again it is cleansing for a writer to reckon frankly with his or her craft.  A few lines from Edna St. Vincent Millay (1939) will serve my purpose well: Song II For you there is no song, Only the shaking of the voice that meant to sing, The sound of the strong voice breaking. Strange in […]

Pebble on the Tongue*: A Lyric Pause to Recollect

December 31, 2022 6 Comments

Now and again it is cleansing for a writer to reckon frankly with his or her craft.  A few lines from Edna St. Vincent Millay (1939) will serve my purpose well: Song II For you there is no song, Only the shaking of the voice that meant to sing, The sound of the strong voice breaking. Strange in […]

Written by Jonathan Larson

Pebble on the Tongue: Fork in a Brazilian Street

Nov 14, 2022
A BBC reporter on the street in Brazil as national elections approached, asked a clear-eyed passerby what he made of the choice before him (the incumbent, Jair Bolsonaro, or Luiz Inacio Lula da Silva).  He replied:              “Lula is certainly not the gateway to Paradise, but he is the way out of Hell.” The traveler does […]

Pebble on the Tongue: Fork in a Brazilian Street

November 14, 2022 Leave a Comment

A BBC reporter on the street in Brazil as national elections approached, asked a clear-eyed passerby what he made of the choice before him (the incumbent, Jair Bolsonaro, or Luiz Inacio Lula da Silva).  He replied:              “Lula is certainly not the gateway to Paradise, but he is the way out of Hell.” The traveler does […]

Written by Jonathan Larson

Pebble On The Tongue*: The House of Tears

May 28, 2022
Every language has some register of expression at which it excels.  These powers tell a great deal about the social history of each community: its origins, the tenor of its story, even its physical context and values.  Languages of the global South often have unusual capacities for commiseration; this from deep experience in struggles for […]

Pebble On The Tongue*: The House of Tears

May 28, 2022 Leave a Comment

Every language has some register of expression at which it excels.  These powers tell a great deal about the social history of each community: its origins, the tenor of its story, even its physical context and values.  Languages of the global South often have unusual capacities for commiseration; this from deep experience in struggles for […]

Written by Jonathan Larson

Pebble on the Tongue:  Can Filigree Strings Yet Carry Us Aloft?

Sep 9, 2021
While meandering home from the Canadian Maritimes some time ago, we stopped at the suggestion of family by the College of New Jersey in Trenton to view an art exhibit about the beauty and travail of Afghanistan.  There we stumbled on the video of an extraordinary scene composed by Lida Abdul, who, exile that she […]

Pebble on the Tongue:  Can Filigree Strings Yet Carry Us Aloft?

September 9, 2021 3 Comments

While meandering home from the Canadian Maritimes some time ago, we stopped at the suggestion of family by the College of New Jersey in Trenton to view an art exhibit about the beauty and travail of Afghanistan.  There we stumbled on the video of an extraordinary scene composed by Lida Abdul, who, exile that she […]

Written by Jonathan Larson

Pebble on the Tongue: “If You’re Lucky …”

Jul 21, 2021
To say that travels will move you, is a tautology, self-evident on the face.  But Kate Daniels,  lyricist of the gritty, personal truths of the American South has penned a line that captures the traveler’s rarest take-away, the most powerful gift of a ‘traipse’: If you’re lucky ….It will bring you to your knees. Kate […]

Pebble on the Tongue: “If You’re Lucky …”

July 21, 2021 1 Comment

To say that travels will move you, is a tautology, self-evident on the face.  But Kate Daniels,  lyricist of the gritty, personal truths of the American South has penned a line that captures the traveler’s rarest take-away, the most powerful gift of a ‘traipse’: If you’re lucky ….It will bring you to your knees. Kate […]

Written by Jonathan Larson

Pebble on the Tongue: ‘Luckiest Woman Alive!’

Jun 10, 2021
Some years ago, I was dinner guest in the home of an Ethiopian woman in Winnipeg, Canada.  We sat on haunches in her kitchen as she made coffee in the ceremonial way, roasting beans over open coals.  The strong aroma suffused her life story. Years before, she had married for love a Muslim man back […]

Pebble on the Tongue: ‘Luckiest Woman Alive!’

June 10, 2021 5 Comments

Some years ago, I was dinner guest in the home of an Ethiopian woman in Winnipeg, Canada.  We sat on haunches in her kitchen as she made coffee in the ceremonial way, roasting beans over open coals.  The strong aroma suffused her life story. Years before, she had married for love a Muslim man back […]

Written by Jonathan Larson

Pebble on the Tongue: From the Basement of Suffering

May 24, 2021
Given the loss and suffering that marks these days, here is the sense of a moment recounted by Sadako Kurihara, poet of Hiroshima: In Hiroshima, in a basement, mid stench and death, a young woman goes into labor. A woman, herself moaning with pain, steps forward. “I can help with the baby. I am a […]

Pebble on the Tongue: From the Basement of Suffering

May 24, 2021 Leave a Comment

Given the loss and suffering that marks these days, here is the sense of a moment recounted by Sadako Kurihara, poet of Hiroshima: In Hiroshima, in a basement, mid stench and death, a young woman goes into labor. A woman, herself moaning with pain, steps forward. “I can help with the baby. I am a […]

Written by Jonathan Larson

Pebble on the Tongue: Gift of the Gulag

Mar 31, 2021
Aleksandr Solzhenitsyn is not known to have written much about his epic, and often painful, travels – to Kazakhstan and his years in the gulag, to Germany when exiled and made stateless by the Soviet authorities, later around the world as a celebrated Nobel laureate, and eventually back to Mother Russia.  But he did write […]

Pebble on the Tongue: Gift of the Gulag

March 31, 2021 6 Comments

Aleksandr Solzhenitsyn is not known to have written much about his epic, and often painful, travels – to Kazakhstan and his years in the gulag, to Germany when exiled and made stateless by the Soviet authorities, later around the world as a celebrated Nobel laureate, and eventually back to Mother Russia.  But he did write […]

Written by Jonathan Larson

Du Fu: Pebble On the Tongue

Jun 12, 2020
A handful of lyrical lines can whisper to the traveler  – how vast is the sea of creative beauty – how deep the wistfulness of soul  – how strong the yearning in our sojourn – how paltry our grasp of the great yonder – how precious to find company midst ‘silent peaks’            _____________________________ Written On […]

Du Fu: Pebble On the Tongue

June 12, 2020 2 Comments

A handful of lyrical lines can whisper to the traveler  – how vast is the sea of creative beauty – how deep the wistfulness of soul  – how strong the yearning in our sojourn – how paltry our grasp of the great yonder – how precious to find company midst ‘silent peaks’            _____________________________ Written On […]

Written by Jonathan Larson

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