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Nov.07.2012
When I was a child--say, for the sake of argument, up to the age of 18--I was taught a number of things my mother believed were part of the necessary equipment of a girl destined for a career as a housewife, possibly with a stint at a typewriter beforehand (to which I would travel in white gloves...
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Oct.31.2012
Yesterday, gliding around the internet, I came across this poem of mine, beautifully presented on Robin Boothroyd's blog The Cold Tap Sings.  I don't know Robin Boothroyd, but it really gave me a great deal of pleasure to find my poem and his comments here:   October 4, 2012 BRAHIC...
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Oct.30.2012
Very discombobulating, this living in two places. Left a rainy Paris a week ago, arrived in San Francisco, or more precisely Stanford/Palo Alto, where it was sunny, the hills still summer brown, students in shorts and flipflops. Life gets simplified--there simply aren't so many things to do, which...
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Oct.21.2012
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There are a number of exclusively Parisian pleasures, many of them seasonal, including les cèpes (boletus), of which there seems to be a goodly supply this year, though the prices are still through the roof.  Luckily you can buy one or two or three, which is enough to make, or at least start a...
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Oct.20.2012
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Well, it's hard to believe I will be complaining about the cloudless blue California skies this time next week, or at the latest, the following one. I see people are being evacuated from Lourdes because of floods--there must be a moral there. The thing about only being here for three weeks is that...
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Oct.19.2012
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Wandered over to the Centre Pompidou last night--it's open late, the rain had stopped, we'd hardly been out of the house all day--and wandered among the contemporary collection, came home, had dinner, went to bed thinking about Joan Mitchell's huge painting and a smaller, contemporaneous one by de...
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Oct.14.2012
I've never seen so much rain in Paris, I swear. It dampens my urge to walk, though yesterday I went to Montmartre, and as luck had it, the sun came out just as I headed to the metro, and was still shining when I resurfaced at Abbesses, which is deep underground. There was music, marching bands and...
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Oct.13.2012
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A couple of days ago I was walking behind the Pantheon, looking for the rue Descartes with Alechinsky's tree and Bonnefoy's poem; I went by the Bibliothèque Sainte-Geneviève, at the Sorbonne. There were two lines out front, on either side of the door, occupying most of the sidewalk: one for...
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Oct.09.2012
It is 6 pm. My window is open on the street. There is a child down there, counting: "un, deux, trois, quatre..." and then "un, deux, trois quatre..." and then. I've been working on a review and reading, for inspiration, Alan Williamson's review of Galassi's Leopardi translation, which appeared...
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Oct.08.2012
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I've been reading CB Editions' new pamphlets/chapbooks, and lingering over Dai Vaughan's Parallel Texts, in part because he has threaded Apollinaire's "Le Pont Mirabeau" into the second group of poems, and "Mirabeau Bridge" is one of two early Apollinaire poems that give me goosebumps (the second...
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Oct.07.2012
Fell asleep, windows open, to rain, high heels on the street, altercations, cans crumpled and flung, glass smashing, and wake to sunlight and the dirge of Sunday hyms. In other words, it's late. But the dirge goes on all morning.  I love the way sunlight lights the grimy stones and zine roof,...
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Oct.06.2012
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I have been remiss, I have been busy:  London for the Forward Prize awards (which Jorie Graham won, not in the least spoiling my pleasure at being on the shortlist), to see my daughter who moved two weeks ago to Hackney, and friends. Bookstores, books. Back to Paris two days ago, and some...
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Sep.25.2012
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The writing goes apace, the company is terrific, but what I might be proudest of is the development of my wilderness (albeit with Maintenance and Cooks on call 24/7) skills, with regard to field mice: I now have 4 killer traps, baited with peanut butter, strategically arranged around the baseboards...
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Sep.22.2012
At night, after I return on my bike to my cottage, glad to see its lights at the end of the dark road, watching out for potholes and gravel traps, thinking about whatever event has followed dinner--last night an extraordinary feature film, The Forgiveness of Blood, directed by Joshua...
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Sep.20.2012
There's more to say about the weather here than in California. The night before last I biked home in pouring rain, arrived drenched to the bone, spread my clothes out on the radiators and took a hot shower.  But slept with the porch door open to listen to it fall.  I thought it would rain...
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