Thursday, October 27, 2005
Tuesday, October 25, 2005
Allentown History
Mark Goldman has a beautiful "chapter" on the glorious and sometimes gritty Allentown neighborhood in Buffalo, today at Buffalo Rising.
Mark Goldman has a beautiful "chapter" on the glorious and sometimes gritty Allentown neighborhood in Buffalo, today at Buffalo Rising.
Monday, October 24, 2005
Collage of the Season
I've been working on this leaf collage for a few weeks.
I collected leaf samples, made models to trace, and spent some time cutting out individual pieces. Tonight, the gluing.
This is how it looked before I glued--much freer, no?
(You can see more of my collage here, if you want.)
I've been working on this leaf collage for a few weeks.
I collected leaf samples, made models to trace, and spent some time cutting out individual pieces. Tonight, the gluing.
This is how it looked before I glued--much freer, no?
(You can see more of my collage here, if you want.)
Saturday, October 22, 2005
On Journal Writing
Sometime this summer, I stopped writing every day in my journal. It wasn't a conscious decision, but over time I came to realize that I did so for a number of reasons.
First, I had written nearly every day for 25 years. And I realized that, on some level, I was using it as a "counting up" of bad and good things that happened; for me that meant I was never letting them go, to just be moments, but stringing them together into some sort of "meaning" which, often as not, made me feel rather grim.
Weirdly....I don't really miss it. I feel freer in some ways. I do find my recall of specific days is not as sharp, but that's often an okay thing.
Sometime this summer, I stopped writing every day in my journal. It wasn't a conscious decision, but over time I came to realize that I did so for a number of reasons.
First, I had written nearly every day for 25 years. And I realized that, on some level, I was using it as a "counting up" of bad and good things that happened; for me that meant I was never letting them go, to just be moments, but stringing them together into some sort of "meaning" which, often as not, made me feel rather grim.
Weirdly....I don't really miss it. I feel freer in some ways. I do find my recall of specific days is not as sharp, but that's often an okay thing.
Tuesday, October 18, 2005
Warm Wine
A murder of crows is massing on our block, as they often do this time of year. The caw-caw-calling shakes us at sunset and dawn.
Tonight, as a tonic for hunger, melacholy and a feeling of alone-ness, I opened one of my hoarded bottles of "Holiday Spice Wine", which my cron(i)es and I save for this time of the year. None of them are here, so I heated just enough for one and am holding it now in my glass. It is still too warm to sip, but the aroma intoxicates. It's sweet and spicy and full of speech, somehow: "Calm down, now. Feelings are not facts. You are minutes from company, a month from actual information. Live in the present moment. Sip."
A murder of crows is massing on our block, as they often do this time of year. The caw-caw-calling shakes us at sunset and dawn.
Tonight, as a tonic for hunger, melacholy and a feeling of alone-ness, I opened one of my hoarded bottles of "Holiday Spice Wine", which my cron(i)es and I save for this time of the year. None of them are here, so I heated just enough for one and am holding it now in my glass. It is still too warm to sip, but the aroma intoxicates. It's sweet and spicy and full of speech, somehow: "Calm down, now. Feelings are not facts. You are minutes from company, a month from actual information. Live in the present moment. Sip."
Monday, October 17, 2005
Tuesday, October 11, 2005
Sunday, October 09, 2005
Publication
I have a long poem, "Abecedary (Amsterdam)" in the new
issue of Not Just Air. You can also hear me reading if
you click on the microphone to the left of the poem.
http://www.sundress.net/notjustair/issues/issue3/NJA3.html#CeliaWhite
Thursday, October 06, 2005
Poor Lucky Me
The Musician came to visit sick little me this evening, bringing aspirin, chamomile tea, and Chinese takeout. He lay around on my bed with me, playing Royalty and listening to music, drinking tea. He is always the best of company, but it's extra kind when one feels unwell.
Oh, and he did the dishes. *fs*
The Musician came to visit sick little me this evening, bringing aspirin, chamomile tea, and Chinese takeout. He lay around on my bed with me, playing Royalty and listening to music, drinking tea. He is always the best of company, but it's extra kind when one feels unwell.
Oh, and he did the dishes. *fs*
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