A View from the Potholes
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| Blog Name: | A View from the Potholes |
| Url: | http://mariegauthier.wordpress.com |
| Language: | English |
| Topics: | poetry, books, writing |
| Description: | Notes on poetry and parenting. |
| Popularity: | 41 Followers |
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Yet More Reasons Why I Love the Internet.
Because I’m constantly discovering new poet crushes, these poets who write such exquisite lines, whose poems I absolutely covet. This week’s discovery: Carolina Ebeid. You can find some of her poems online Here at Memorious. “Pale / glyph of dog” — seriously, I felt my heart twinge. Here at Agni Online. “The work of grief is perennial.”
Because I’m constantly discovering new poet crushes, these poets who write such exquisite lines, whose poems I absolutely covet. This week’s discovery: Carolina Ebeid. You can find some of her poems online Here at Memorious. “Pale / glyph of dog” — seriously, I felt my heart twinge. Here at Agni Online. “The work of grief is perennial.”
2 Days/2 Wildly Different Audiences.
Talking to a rugful of first-graders is a scary business. Keeping their interest, watching for signs of restlessness and disinterest, and then immediately switching course to lure back their attention…I think we chatted 25 minutes all told, but I was exhausted! The teachers were endlessly patient and encouraging — the kids’ poems are hung all around the school, which I didn’t notice on my way in, and the kids kept getting side-tracked from our question & answer period in order to give me instructions on where I could find their particular poems, though I assured them that I would absolutely explore every floor of the school and read every poe
Talking to a rugful of first-graders is a scary business. Keeping their interest, watching for signs of restlessness and disinterest, and then immediately switching course to lure back their attention…I think we chatted 25 minutes all told, but I was exhausted! The teachers were endlessly patient and encouraging — the kids’ poems are hung all around the school, which I didn’t notice on my way in, and the kids kept getting side-tracked from our question & answer period in order to give me instructions on where I could find their particular poems, though I assured them that I would absolutely explore every floor of the school and read every poe
Do You Realize There Are Only 7 Weeks Left to the Year?
Egads, where has the time went?! There’s micro-time, this week, wherein: I drove to North Adams for a meeting, have my reading tonight with Kim Rogers at the Green Street Café (which I am so excited about; that and the dinner provided — Green St. has an excellent menu!), and tomorrow afternoon I’m visiting, in my capacity as local poet, a classroom of first-graders at the Smith College Campus School. Add that to all my regular doings &
Egads, where has the time went?! There’s micro-time, this week, wherein: I drove to North Adams for a meeting, have my reading tonight with Kim Rogers at the Green Street Café (which I am so excited about; that and the dinner provided — Green St. has an excellent menu!), and tomorrow afternoon I’m visiting, in my capacity as local poet, a classroom of first-graders at the Smith College Campus School. Add that to all my regular doings &
The Thing about Publishing.
I’m drinking coffee at my desk. The baby’s napping, Lance took Vincent for a walk. And I’ve just noticed a couple phrases Lance scrawled on the legal pad on my desk at some point in the last day or so: “Robust incoherence” and “transcendent vacuity”. I don’t know if he was criticizing something himself or quoting someone else in awe, but, Ouch! I have alway felt sympathy for the pain
I’m drinking coffee at my desk. The baby’s napping, Lance took Vincent for a walk. And I’ve just noticed a couple phrases Lance scrawled on the legal pad on my desk at some point in the last day or so: “Robust incoherence” and “transcendent vacuity”. I don’t know if he was criticizing something himself or quoting someone else in awe, but, Ouch! I have alway felt sympathy for the pain
Collected Poets Series, Nov. Edition.
This Thursday, November 5, at 7:30pm, the Collected Poets Series will present another full night with poets April Ossmann, Peter Waldor, and Pamela Stewart. April Ossmann is the author of Anxious Music
This Thursday, November 5, at 7:30pm, the Collected Poets Series will present another full night with poets April Ossmann, Peter Waldor, and Pamela Stewart. April Ossmann is the author of Anxious Music
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