Three Beards

June 16th, 2013

Poet Donald Hall shares the story of his Three Beards:

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In my life I have grown three beards, covering many of my adult faces. My present hairiness is monumental, and I intend to carry it into the grave. (I must avoid chemotherapy.) A woman has instigated each beard, the original bush requested by my first wife, Kirby. Why did she want it? Maybe she was tired of the same old face. Or maybe she thought a beard would be raffish; I did. In the fifties, no one wore beards. In Eisenhower's day, as in the time of the Founding Fathers, all chins were smooth, while during the Civil War beards were as common as sepsis. Both my New Hampshire great-grandfathers wore facial hair, the Copperhead who fought in the war and the sheep farmer too old for combat. By the time I was sentient, in the nineteen-thirties, only my eccentric cousin Freeman was bearded, and even he shaved once a summer. Every September he endured a fortnight of scratchiness. […]

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Unsavory/Threatening

April 22nd, 2010

The Trustworthiness of Beards.

On good days I'm 'very trustworthy'. Most days, I'm somewhere right on the border between Unsavory and Threatening. Oh well…

[Via Matt Haughey]

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