Dawn Potter's Blog, page 556
July 11, 2009
After spending 6 hours in the car yesterday, driving back...
After spending 6 hours in the car yesterday, driving back and forth to Grand Lake Stream to fetch my boys from camp, I'll be spending 5 in the car today, driving back and forth to Boothbay for the Maine Writers and Publishers Alliance book signing. It's a traveling-salesman kind of week, apparently. But if I ever get back to my desk I am going to do the following:
<>1. Post some initial thoughts about my next "essay about books I can't stop reading." This one seems likely to deal with the modernist</>
<>1. Post some initial thoughts about my next "essay about books I can't stop reading." This one seems likely to deal with the modernist</>
July 10, 2009
Here's a poem from my mother's chapbook.<>Psalm for Ap...
Here's a poem from my mother's chapbook.
<>Psalm for Appalachia
Janice Miller Potter
Turning shifts for decades, he left a chair by the doorwhere he tied and untied the broken laces in his boots.
The pencil-marked white table hosts his dinner bucketwhose lid should clank it another dent, whose waxed
paper is balled up for the garbage. But he's left that.Damp as dug coal, the night has hauled out hard scrabble.
Shirring and bounding, crickets clear weeds and grass.<>A moth-eaten beam passes over the room a</></>
<>Psalm for Appalachia
Janice Miller Potter
Turning shifts for decades, he left a chair by the doorwhere he tied and untied the broken laces in his boots.
The pencil-marked white table hosts his dinner bucketwhose lid should clank it another dent, whose waxed
paper is balled up for the garbage. But he's left that.Damp as dug coal, the night has hauled out hard scrabble.
Shirring and bounding, crickets clear weeds and grass.<>A moth-eaten beam passes over the room a</></>
July 9, 2009
Writing again. Reading Shakespeare again.<>A thrush is...
Writing again. Reading Shakespeare again.
<>A thrush is singing. The sun is, in fact, shining, and before my eyes this blog post is rapidly filling with "ing" words, as in "I ought to be mowing grass but instead I am sitting in a darkish room and wondering how Shakespeare came up with the line 'Making a famine where abundance lies.'"
<>Quote for the day, from <>The American Annual, 1972: An Encyclopedia of the Events of 1971,<> <>which I purchased on Tuesday at the Waterville Goodwill for $2.99, which seems</></></></></>
<>A thrush is singing. The sun is, in fact, shining, and before my eyes this blog post is rapidly filling with "ing" words, as in "I ought to be mowing grass but instead I am sitting in a darkish room and wondering how Shakespeare came up with the line 'Making a famine where abundance lies.'"
<>Quote for the day, from <>The American Annual, 1972: An Encyclopedia of the Events of 1971,<> <>which I purchased on Tuesday at the Waterville Goodwill for $2.99, which seems</></></></></>
