It’s the insidious influence of the subject lines of spam (a road not long,that is). Here is a beautiful spoetry line:
again find bad beautiful immediate love
It is nearing time for me to go home. Checking email. C sends me the Turkish proverb: No road is long with good company. This is romantic and sweet, [...]
Wednesday, April 26, 2006
I’m away from home, ostensibly idling. But still I’m on deadline, for a regular gig I’ve got here. As a result of research I’m doing for this job, I’m reading: The Spirit Catches You and You Fall Down (A Hmong Child, Her American Doctors, and the Collision of Two Cultures). Visiting E. here, she notices [...]
When they we get together in a next week for the first(?) Lowcountry blogger party, you can be sure if anyone shows up in pajamas, they won’t be made of flannel. According to GMLc it was 86 degrees with 91 predicted (at 1:47 p.m.). Sure, I could have used an actual weather service for my [...]
“It is in our idleness, in our dreams, that the submerged truth sometimes comes to the top.”
English novelist Virginia Woolf (1882-1941)
Lifted from The Academy of American Poets’ [National Poetry Month] poem of the day: Concordance is a collaborative piece by poet Mei-mei Berssenbrugge and sculptor/painter Kiki Smith. Its concordance is of forms and sensations that relay a bond between two people, “Then it’s possible to undo/misunderstanding from inside by/ tracing the flight or thread/ of [...]
Have been working on a piece of fiction that’s required some research into Wales (colliers, eisteddfods, Hay-on-Wye, relatives still there, preparing to go see). In the midst of this, a neat confluence, I learned about Weathersongs. English composer Richard Garrett uses an installation comprising an automatic weather station connected, via a computer, to an electronic [...]
Rebecca Solnit writes in The Nation (April 3, 2006 issue) on Three Who Made a Revolution:
Jane Jacobs, Rachel Carson and Betty Friedan did it in books.
Jacobs’s The Death and Life of Great American Cities appeared in 1961, Carson’s Silent Spring came out the following year and Friedan’s The Feminine Mystique appeared in 1963. These three [...]
Michael Chabon talks about the real value, perhaps, of his MFA program.
The familiarity of his website’s [header] image struck me, looking as similar as it does to the book jacket image of Pete Turchi’s Maps of the Imagination (The Writer as Cartographer), a book that’s been on my desk right here since it came out [...]
Finally, because we couldn’t stand to read another review and because it seemed like we could be reading about it forever (when we would rather be reading other things, say like at long last getting back into Veronica, for example) and because we needed one yesterday and not after wading through choices for weeks to [...]
On April 4, 1968, my brother R. was born, my uncle set off for Texas in his white Ford Mustang convertible from where he would be deployed to Viet Nam, and Martin Luther King, Jr. was assassinated.
On Wednesday of this week (tomorrow) at two minutes and three seconds past 1 a.m., the time and date [...]