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Stanley Crawford, an author, activist and garlic yeoman, will deliver a lecture entitled “Satirizing Criminals and Theft Place,” part of the Hendrix-Murphy Understructure Programs in Literature and Language series exploring the substance “Crime.”

The lecture will take place at 7:30 p.m., Thursday, Feb. 16, in Reves Relation Hall, at Hendrix College. A book signing and response in the Trieschmann Gallery will follow. The event is complimentary and open to the public.

Crawford has been writing and agriculture in northern New Mexico for nearly 40 years. His drudgery, which ranges from a satirical marriage manual to an account of his years working on an irrigation ditch to a monthly agricultural column, has received ticklish attention and acclaim for its consistently thoughtful well- on the meaning of place and community and how one can live a individual that sustains both.

Drawing from his experiences as a small yeoman and community member in northern New Mexico, Crawford’s calling exposes the many environmental and cultural depredations of our consumer fellowship and thoughtfully reflects on ways we can minimize such ruining.

Source: Log Cabin Democrat

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