BMC Week Two
Didn’t get a lot of writing done during my second week, but I read a great deal & thought about what I was reading, which is often the way I feed the work. I like the semi-solitude here, but a month of it will be enough. As with most arts colonies, one is able to [...]
Buyer’s Remorse
I think I want my money back. The money I’ve sent to the Obama campaign & the DNC over the last few months, that is. First Obama sells out the 4th Amendment by supporting the wiretapping “compromise,” then yesterday he writes off my political generation by sneering at “the sixties” as if he were some [...]
BMC Photos
Here is a link to pictures of BMC. I’ll post more to the set in the next few days.
Sexism
“He’s Not Dead He’s Only Sleeping”
. . . as the old gravestones say. Had a lovely birthday yesterday — A & M came out & helped me make pizzas. ( made little individual-sized pizzas (about six inches in diameter) with red bell pepper, roasted garlic, olives, shiitake mushrooms, & red onions. C made one of her famous tosssed salads with [...]
“My Mother Would Be a Falconress” Read by Robert Duncan
I’ve been meaning to point to this text & audio page with Duncan’s poem about his mother & now I’m finally getting around to it. It’s a remarkable poem both for its music & for the precision of its language. The beauty of this poem startles me every time I read it, but I had [...]
Late Spring Birds
In the yard, mostly goldfinches, sparrows, & chickadees. Heard a loon call around 5:00 a.m. the other morning, then spotted him flying over an hour later while we were walking the dogs. Carole says she hears a kind of crazy desperation in the loon’s cry, but I hear more mournfulness — anthropomorphizing in both cases, [...]
Whitman Podcast
I’ve had the idea for a while that I want to read all of “Song of Myself” & post it to the blog. This is a test. Whitman’s Song of Myself (1805) Section 1 & 2
Note: Volume issue is fixed, but there is a pretty bad buzz in the background. Still figuring the best way [...]
Resentful Dreams
Funny how dreams lag behind events. Folk wisdom says that dreams predict the future, but my experience is that they predict the past. Over the last couple of nights I have dreamed, just before waking, about crappy things my colleagues have done to me. The events in the dreams are fictional, but related to things [...]
May Day: “To Fan The Flames of Discontent”
Via Scott McLemee at Quick Study, with a further comment at Crooked Timber. And here is a link to the Little Red Songbook, “to fan the flames of discontent.” Back in the seventies I had the good fortune to meet a couple of old Wobblies who had worked the docks in Seattle and knew people [...]
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