Lost in the Funhouse
Back in the USA! The U.S. launch of The Boston Castrato is October 2016, but I've smuggled books across the pond from London for a sentimental journey.
This reading is a publication party at The Writer's Center, a magnet for writers all over Washington D.C.. I've been a member here since the year it started, when the Center was located in Glen Echo Park, Maryland, on the Potomac River near Georgetown. It's impossible for me to come here without thanking inspirations like Writer's Center founder Al Lefcowitz, Barbara Lefcowitz, Ann Darr, Roland Flint, Phil Jason, Merrill Leffler, Linda Pastan, Paul Zimmer, David Hilton, Susan Sonde, and Rick Peabody. The Writer's Center is all about listening to, and discovering, voices. Gifted executives like Sunil Freeman ensure this continues to happen rather magically.
It's amazing who shows up today, out of the blue. If you're lucky enough to have a perfect performance space like The Writer's Center (for years now located on Walsh Street in Chevy Chase, just off tony Wisconsin Avenue), you learn pretty quickly that no one writes alone.
Reading with me is poet Mary Helen Snyder, as she celebrates her new book of poetry, Never the Loss of Wings. Her background in psychotherapy makes her work immediate, personal, probing, and courageous.
After the reading (I dip into the chapter where Raffi holds his hand to the glass at the Parker House so he can 'hear' the couple outside in the rain), I drive with friends to see the original location of the Writer's Center, in Glen Echo Park, created in 1891 to host the National Chautauqua Assembly.
I walk around, drinking it in. How can places, let alone people, seem so aware? The park is still closed for the winter, making it more mysterious. I snap a picture of the carousel through a window that dissolves and pulls me in until the horses take me home.
This reading is a publication party at The Writer's Center, a magnet for writers all over Washington D.C.. I've been a member here since the year it started, when the Center was located in Glen Echo Park, Maryland, on the Potomac River near Georgetown. It's impossible for me to come here without thanking inspirations like Writer's Center founder Al Lefcowitz, Barbara Lefcowitz, Ann Darr, Roland Flint, Phil Jason, Merrill Leffler, Linda Pastan, Paul Zimmer, David Hilton, Susan Sonde, and Rick Peabody. The Writer's Center is all about listening to, and discovering, voices. Gifted executives like Sunil Freeman ensure this continues to happen rather magically.
It's amazing who shows up today, out of the blue. If you're lucky enough to have a perfect performance space like The Writer's Center (for years now located on Walsh Street in Chevy Chase, just off tony Wisconsin Avenue), you learn pretty quickly that no one writes alone.
Reading with me is poet Mary Helen Snyder, as she celebrates her new book of poetry, Never the Loss of Wings. Her background in psychotherapy makes her work immediate, personal, probing, and courageous.
After the reading (I dip into the chapter where Raffi holds his hand to the glass at the Parker House so he can 'hear' the couple outside in the rain), I drive with friends to see the original location of the Writer's Center, in Glen Echo Park, created in 1891 to host the National Chautauqua Assembly.
I walk around, drinking it in. How can places, let alone people, seem so aware? The park is still closed for the winter, making it more mysterious. I snap a picture of the carousel through a window that dissolves and pulls me in until the horses take me home.
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Divagations
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