Thursday, June 28, 2012

richard ford

I saw the legendary Richard Ford read in the Garden District tonight, just a few minutes from my house. Readings, well, good ones, come so seldom here I've been looking forward to this one for awhile. It was a gift to leave inflated by the joys of literature and to mull some questions over as I walked past Lafayette Cemetery, the wrought-iron adorned mansions on Washington, and back home to my chair and a glass of sangria.

First, an old favorite about New Orleans from his essay in The New York Times, post Katrina:
"It is - New Orleans - the place where the firm ground ceases and the unsound footing begins. A certain kind of person likes such a place. A certain kind of person wants to go there and never leave."

From the reading tonight, he said the following about writing:

"Writing a novel is like making a mosaic that turns out to be linear. It is not at all the same as just telling a story to someone you know."

Re: Story & Why He Writes: "There is a commotion kicking in the soul. The writer's job is to find a vocabulary for that feeling." 

From his latest Canada, "Children know normal better than anyone." 

a villanelle

I wake to sleep, and take my waking slow.
I feel my fate in what I cannot fear.
I learn by going where I have to go.
We think by feeling. What is there to know?
I hear my being dance from ear to ear.
I wake to sleep, and take my waking slow.
Of those so close beside me, which are you?
God bless the Ground! I shall walk softly there,
And learn by going where I have to go.
Light takes the Tree; but who can tell us how?
The lowly worm climbs up a winding stair;
I wake to sleep, and take my waking slow.
Great Nature has another thing to do
To you and me, so take the lively air,
And, lovely, learn by going where to go.
This shaking keeps me steady. I should know.
What falls away is always. And is near.
I wake to sleep, and take my waking slow.
I learn by going where I have to go.

Theodore Roethke

Monday, June 25, 2012


I love historic slideshows and here's one of famous daddies and their kids that I meant to post on Father's Day. Above is Sammy Davis, Jr. and his little one.

Sunday, June 24, 2012

more new york

new york, two years later

New York. That sly lover. A city that has been so good to me. Mid-June I trampled in on its treats: garden parties, roof parties, sailing, cloud cover, a walk in the village with a former professor, trains, The Moth, diners, McSorley's light or dark, the many uses for a fire escape, Uniqlo, the Russian and Turkish Bath House, a bagel and park-walking, hotel bar cocktails (like the bramble: crushed ice, muddled blackberries, lavender, and gin), so many friends, and those two a.m. second dinners, for starters...

I hope to be back sooner than I can even imagine. For now, I will be posting quotes and photos from the trip. 

Some quotes, as always, follow:

From a story at The Moth, June 12, "New York may not always be a refuge but this city left me with nowhere to run except into myself."

From the Rum House bar menu..."Music is the voice that tells us that the human race is greater than it knows." - Napoleon Bonaparte

Sunday, June 10, 2012

new camera

After a drought of zero photography of interest (pics shot on something other than an I-Phone) on this blog, I'm back thanks to the purchase of a decent camera, an Olympus Pen 2. It's a point and shoot so a bit more work in the manual setting than any of the SLR's out there but it's lighter, cheaper, and beautifully designed. This was just my first walk with her and I have a lot to learn but heres to new beginnings and me shooting again. At last.

Friday, June 8, 2012