1. The Name
Strictly speaking, the phrase “used bookstore” is false, clumsy, and ungrammatical. The books are used, not the store. But along with the pre-owned contents, consider the sorry condition of the real estate. A used bookstore never occupies a new space, designed and fitted up for the purpose. It was always something else, a place that used to be. Continue Reading
When I first proposed a feature on place and poetry to Dan Cafaro, we were standing on Boylston Street in Boston in early March. The snow had just ended and all of the writers at the Association of Writers and Writing Programs were still negotiating the slush and wet and crowds of other bar and reading-hopping writers, flushed with cold and beer and the tizzy that writing conferences always seem to stir. Continue Reading
“To make a start
out of particulars”
Williams, Paterson
“I come back to the geography of it.”
Olson, Maximus to Dogtown, Letter 27 Continue Reading
This is my own wilderness
beginning with my fingertips,
cascade tree stubble to silt;
at my right hand, Fontenelle, Continue Reading
It is easily forgotten year to
year, exactly where the plot is
though the place is entirely familiar—
the willow tree by the curving roadway Continue Reading
Desire is the fate of
place and its beginning,
the reach need gives
to fingertips and teeth, Continue Reading
I’ve been writing my mother’s life. I started at its end: “It is that death comes before life” (Ginsberg).[1] Then I started at the beginning and went forward; her trip “down river” in 1945 floated past Memphis, “my ol’ home town alma mammy” – a stage set for terrible feasts . . . Continue Reading
SOME PLACE
A couple of years later, she “escaped” her small southern town for the Capital (and Capitol), then attained her lifelong dream, marriage and motherhood – as it happened, in Memphis, where I was born. Continue Reading
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