Author Archives: D. L. Pughe

This passage refers to the previous post on E. M. Forster’s Howard’s End:  Connecting with Nature in Forster’s Forests The Ordeal of Richard Feverel by George Meredith is referred to by Mr. Bast in Howard’s End as leading to his own … Continue reading →

  This short poetic story is by Jules Supervielle, a French poet who spent much of his life in Montevideo,Uruguay. How had that floating street been created? What sailors, with the aid of what architects, had built it in mid-Atlantic, … Continue reading →

 an essay by D. L. Pughe What becomes of those creatures who find our way into our homes so far removed from the wilds?  How do we reckon with our desire to know and understand them?  And how do we … Continue reading →

This is an excerpt from A Different Acquaintance by D. L. Pughe Mayer thought himself a creature of the forest, familiar with dark thickets in the still of the night. Perhaps he was a deer, but he knew his slow, … Continue reading →

This essay by D. L. Pughe originally appeared in BARK Magazine. “An hour is not merely an hour, it is a vase full of scents and sounds and projects and climates, and what we call reality is a certain connection between these immediate … Continue reading →

  an excerpt from A Different Acquaintance, a novel by D. L. Pughe Mayer is on his side again, on a slim leather couch in the cramped but magical guest room of his old friend János, a professor at the … Continue reading →

This essay by D. L. Pughe first appeared in NEST Magazine. A few years ago I traveled to The Netherlands seeking out two of the homes of Spinoza which still remain. I wanted to see how he had lived, this … Continue reading →

This essay by D. L. Pughe first appeared in Writings on Water, MIT Press. “describe all the forms taken by water from its greatest to its smallest wave, and their causes.”1                     … Continue reading →

by D. L. Pughe The Transylvania I love has Nothing to do with vampires. It is an area of steep Carpathian mountains with lush fir forests, remote villages and towns, and steeped in legends and centuries-old customs and myths.  Tran-sylvania … Continue reading →

by D. L. Pughe In Chapter 14 of Howard’s End, the lovely novel by E. M. Forster, the young clerk named Mr. Bast reveals that he has walked all night through forests in a feverish state to comprehend nature, humanity, … Continue reading →