Went out this morning to take photographs of a rental house for our Visiting Poet, Pamela Uschuk. A cute house on Sutherland with lots going for it--including a back yard that's like a park. The landlord is clean cut and friendly, and tells me that his sister's a poet. What's her name? Diana Ewell, used to be Engel.
I know her! I say, she's a poet! She used to be a student of mine, 25 years ago. She showed up at a reading I did in North Carolina. And bless her heart, she bought a book.
The landlord is suspicious for a moment, until I prove that I know where Diana lives and that she teaches young people. Then we're friends.
The network of poets is wider and deeper than any of us imagine or dream. Some of us are dreaming deep with the fishes and plants, some of us are breathing still, writing our daily poem/prayers.
Some of our family members are difficult, shrewish, cruel. Some are sexist and some are mean, some are snobby and some are kind. What we have in common are lives dedicated to words and a love of language that cancels out the irritants.
I'll let you know what happens with the rental house. I'd been thinking about Diana, hoping maybe she'd go to France with me this year, for the poetry workshop. Stranger things have happened!
Causes Marilyn Kallet Supports
Southern Poverty Law Center, US Holocaust Memorial Museum, ACLU, Amnesty International, Save Darfur.