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Jul.17.2009
I'll be reading at Diesel's bookstore in Oakland on Sunday, November 8th at 2 p.m.  I know it's a long way off.  But I've started to look for hotels nearby.  And to fantasize about meeting in person some of our Red Room pen pals.   I was going to stay with my aunt in the Berkeley hills.  But she...
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Jul.15.2009
I've been consorting with gods and goddesses during my teaching leave this spring.  No, I'm not certifiable.  I find a shimmer of divinity and archetypal movement in many of my writer friends.  What I don't find, I invent.  I listen for whispered conversations, for love notes between Orpheus and...
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Jul.14.2009
Sometimes I think the gods of literature are near-sighted, hearing-impaired, or dsylexic.  Garrison Keillor reads poems by friends and neighbors, but he somehow misses me on the map.   When I hear him reading the poems by a fellow two doors down, I start yelling, "Over here!  Over here!  A...
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Jul.12.2009
William Stafford set a standard for kindness, generosity, humor, and for poetry that was accessible and lyrical.  A conscientious objector during WW II, he began writing poetry in a C.O. camp.   He wrote a poem each day, beginning before dawn, and kept up this practice every day of his life.   He...
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Jul.10.2009
Has anyone tried composing on the new MacBook Air?  I have to make a quick decision between this and the latest Macbook 15 inch laptop.  I use my laptop hard and fast when I travel to artist colonies for writing residencies. But is the Airbook screen too small?   I like the idea of lighter weight...
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Jul.05.2009
Katerina Klemer at Public Republic has created one of the most open-minded literary magazines online.   The site includes every genre, interviews, stunning art work.   The magazine began in Eastern Europe, and Katerina has built a literary bridge here in the United States.   The readership is...
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Jul.01.2009
The Asheville Poetry Review, founded and edited by Keith Flynn, is a vital, energetic, intercultural review, publishing new writers alongside Baudelaire and Antonin Artaud.   The editor is non-stuffy, friendly, a rock star (literally, a rock star).  He's open-minded, and loyal to his contributors...
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Jun.30.2009
I tell my writer friends that Red Room is a supportive environment (and I have lots of examples from my own life and work), and that the site lets me go into depth in ways that I can't do on Facebook or Twitter.   I would not have signed on for those if I hadn't first had a good experience with Red...
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Jun.25.2009
Just back from France and I'm preparing for my next residency at Red Cinder Creativity Center, on the Big Island of Hawai'i.  I'm trying to make the most of my teaching leave, which ends mid-August.  So I'm going for a two-week writing residency at a dream house provided for artists and writers, on...
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Jun.22.2009
I'm home from France, more tired than alive, but happy to have had the time to write every day, to deepen my friendships with the Auvillaraise, and to practice speaking that delicious language.   As soon as I've rested up, I will post some new photos.  I wanted to say thanks to my Red Roomies, for...
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Jun.05.2009
My daughter and I fled our fleabag hotel in Toulouse for a modern hotel, "Les Bains Douces," listed as numero uno in the New York Times on 36 hours in Barcelona.  All art deco, clean, bright.  But our room door didn't lock.  The hotel treated it as if it was our problem.  And, in effect,...
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Jun.02.2009
Back from Paris, more tired than alive, for a couple of nights in Auvillar.  There's a composers' workshop in the main house now, so I have moved to the office apartment for a few days.  The composers are outside eating dinner, and I am not invited.  I went out to pull my clothes off the line, and...
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May.29.2009
Tomorrow morning I set out for Paris!  I'll drive to Toulouse, and God willing, find the airport, and parking, and then Easy-jet to Paris.  Once I'm on land again, I'll breathe a sigh of relief.  My hotel is in the Latin Quarter--a nice change for me.  I'll visit with my wonderful poet-friend...
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May.24.2009
My first night in Auvillar I saw a man in my room.  To be more accurate, two men--first a white man, very briefly, then a black man, leaning over my bed.  His image had more permanence.  I was disoriented, in a new place, exhausted, jet lagged.  I had a moment of acknowledging that the black man...
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May.10.2009
Marilyn, Sunday morning, towns square, Auvillar
I'm in Deep France and miss talking with my daughter and my husband.  Can't reach them on Skype (both are offline), and can't figure out how to use the damn cell phone.  I'm a techno-idiot! This morning there was folkdancing in the town square, and my husband is one of the best and liveliest...
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