Now that the school year is well under way (a whole quarter down, actually!), it's time to get back to the lost art of blogging. Lost because back in August I forgot just how tough September would be, how I really should have stocked up on posts over the summer when there was time to write something other than a lesson plan, and that I have a terrible habit of avoiding projects I feel I haven't kept up properly. Usually, this results in any writing projects (also: exercising, organizing, advanced personal grooming, etc.) I've undertaken falling by the wayside.
But not this year! The stuff about writing projects, anyway. That other stuff will have it's day later this fall/winter/spring...whatever. Thanks to the prodding of a man who would like to go by Pancho on this blog (I swear he had his choice of nicknames), I'm back to report on some cooking, hostessing, and reading that will be happening this week.
Let's begin with the week's first event, some good old fashioned poetry!
Tuesday, Billy Collins is coming to Brooklyn!
I've seen Collins once before, in Brookline, Massachusetts, and he didn't disappoint. He's one of the more accessible poets you might ever hear or read--both his work and his presence on stage are entirely inviting. Even the first poem of his newest collection, Aimless Love, has that quality.
Reader
by Billy Collins
Looker, gazer, skimmer, skipper
thumb-licking page turner, peruser,
you getting your print-fix for the day,
pencil chewer, note taker, marginalist
with your checks and X’s
first-timer or revisiter,
browser, speedster, English major,
flight-ready girl, melancholy boy,
invisible companion, thief, blind date, perfect stranger –
to see if it’s you passing under the shade trees
with a baby carriage or a dog on a leash,
me picking up the phone
to imagine your unimaginable number,
me standing by a map of the world
wondering where you are –
alone on a bench in a train station
or falling asleep, the book sliding to the floor.
thumb-licking page turner, peruser,
you getting your print-fix for the day,
pencil chewer, note taker, marginalist
with your checks and X’s
first-timer or revisiter,
browser, speedster, English major,
flight-ready girl, melancholy boy,
invisible companion, thief, blind date, perfect stranger –
to see if it’s you passing under the shade trees
with a baby carriage or a dog on a leash,
me picking up the phone
to imagine your unimaginable number,
me standing by a map of the world
wondering where you are –
alone on a bench in a train station
or falling asleep, the book sliding to the floor.
That is me rushing to the window
to see if it's you passing under the shade trees
with a baby carriage or a dog or a leash,
me picking the phone
to imagine your unimaginable number,
me standing by a map of the world
wondering where you are--
alone on a bench in a train station
or falling asleep, the book sliding to the floor.
Now there's a guy who knows how to romance a bibliophile! See you Tuesday?
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