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EVANS-HAWKING* TELEPHONE INTERVIEW
December 14, 2010

SAMANTHA EVANS:  Good evening, Professor Hawking.  Before I ask my first question, I would like to congratulate you on the recent publication of your latest book, The Grand Design.  You’ve had an amazing career as a theoretical physicist and writer, and it is an honor for me to talk with you this evening.

DR. STEPHEN HAWKING*:  Thank you, Samantha.  But don’t think I’m overconfident about meeting you.  I’ve read an interview or two of yours and have concluded that even though you’re in the sixth grade, you’re more than a match for me.

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As alluded to in Dr. Scattergood’s above December 21 Winter Solstice post, there is a curious delay in the publishing of each day’s worth of commentary on Demod Smith’s poem, The Hayfield.  It took a month until the Leucas-Shockley team’s July 19, 2009 posts from the Ozark farm were published on Edgar Scattergood’s website staffed in Los Angeles.  Then another long interval before the July 20 posts.  And so on.
Today is December 31, 2009, and the July 23 posts are just now coming in.  (Note: Scattergood’s otherwise conniving website staff at least preserves the post date provided by the contributing author.)   The team analyzed and annotated Demod Smith’s “unlucky” eclipse on the evening of July 22 (coincidentally, the same day as the longest solar eclipse of the century), but readers here at The Hayfield Forever are still left in the dark about it.
I’m not surprised.  I could feel strange, existential tugs of time even during my stay on the farm, not to mention what I’ve experienced since being sent back to Los Angeles.   Just ten days is what they say I spent there under the shadow of Tam Sauk as an undergraduate flunky for some of literature’s best minds.   But this experience has shaken my faith in Time and Literature.  Though I think I know what happened time-wise, I can’t divulge what Thomas would call my ’supposals.’   If this bothers any reader, then think of me as the contestant on a reality show who knows who survived and how they did it, but who is contractually obligated not to say anything until after the final show has aired.  I’m not contractually obligated, by the way, but the final days in Missouri changed my life and thinking in a way that I cannot bear to let anyone except  Professor Leucas, Professor Shockley, Professor Starkweather, Thomas, and my others friends there finish telling their story.

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Line 30: “the belated sun”

Risa Marquez

Risa Marquez

I’d like to be on that Ozark farm with Cathy and the others on December 21 when they get to The Hayfield’s lines describing the tension between the sun’s long-awaited appearance and then its sudden and unnatural eclipse.    With a drunk farmer in the middle.

I imagine the team on a screened-in front porch overlooking range and hill, drinking beer and whiskey.  Away from the confines of stodgy, no-alcohol UCLA conference rooms, Cathy and her colleagues will not only banter away with jokes, teasing, and dumb puns, but also plumb the depths on how the poet, Arnie, and the reader react to the sun’s doings and its undoing.

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