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Sally Ashton
Silicon Valley
Likes cake; eats it too.
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A gifted poet and a very wise man, apparently. Thanks.
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Two summers ago my daughter called excitedly from Brooklyn to tell me about a wonderful white wine her Portuguese friend had recently introduced her to called Vinho Verde. Hers was our first introduction to a common wine in Portugal that... Continue reading
Posted Jul 12, 2011 at The Best American Poetry
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. . . isn’t hard to master, Elizabeth Bishop might have written were she considering travel in her famous villanelle, “One Art,” instead of love or life, however you might read the poem. When traveling, you master waiting, or it... Continue reading
Posted Jul 10, 2011 at The Best American Poetry
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After a few days in 100-degree Sevilla sight-seeing and tapas-hopping with husband, Frank, and our son who both joined me there, we sped off to Porto, Portugal to begin our wine explorations. Frank is an artisanal winemaker interested in crafting... Continue reading
Posted Jul 9, 2011 at The Best American Poetry
Out the open French doors of my pensione on a narrow street in Sevilla, the warm silence is periodically broken by church bells, calling doves, the clatter of hooves on cobble and the rumble of luggage being dragged by tourists... Continue reading
Posted Jul 3, 2011 at The Best American Poetry
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The program ends. Yesterday, I forgot my notebook and pen for the first time. I teared-up reading a Pessoa poem aloud to the last workshop(see below). The heat and humidity broke into a sweet rain, opening a completely different scent,... Continue reading
Posted Jul 2, 2011 at The Best American Poetry
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It is impossible to translate; we are always translating: Alone at a café table set on uneasy cobble under some broad-leaved tree, I wait for my lunch and enjoy a breeze. At last. At last a breeze, at last a... Continue reading
Posted Jun 29, 2011 at The Best American Poetry
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I wake up to the sound of clattering dishes coming through the open window of the room where I’m staying, the hostel’s kitchen crew getting ready for the morning rush of hungry travelers, some in for a night or two,... Continue reading
Posted Jun 24, 2011 at The Best American Poetry
So said Michel Foucault in Different Spaces. I arrived in Lisbon Saturday by airship—the jet—a kind of airborne floating space, “a non-place going places,” a placeless place that is at once threshold and destination, neither “here” nor yet “there,” time... Continue reading
Posted Jun 22, 2011 at The Best American Poetry
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One thing I enjoy about guest blogging here at BAP is the company I get to keep for a week. I also enjoy the surprising synchronicity that often occurs between posts, the happy associations of ideas, themes and perspectives that... Continue reading
Posted Dec 12, 2009 at The Best American Poetry
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I love the Macy's here in northern California. I don't know what they're up to in your community, but here they are basically giving away product. As fast as they can. Do you have any discretionary income at all? Take... Continue reading
Posted Dec 11, 2009 at The Best American Poetry
Outside the open window The morning air is all awash with angels. I'm imagining many of you across the country will wake up to a morning like this--snow!--from all the weather reports I've seen. Snow, and lots of it. I... Continue reading
Posted Dec 10, 2009 at The Best American Poetry
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A good poet friend, Nils Peterson, recently lent me an out of print gem. Perhaps some remember the book since it was in print in the early 1960’s and likely has hung around in many poets’ bookshelves long since the... Continue reading
Posted Dec 9, 2009 at The Best American Poetry
Speaking as an editor speaking of rejection I will say this. Rejection involves the Golden Rule: it is better to give than to receive. You didn't really expect me to say the opposite, did you? Anyone who has risked rejection... Continue reading
Posted Dec 8, 2009 at The Best American Poetry
But first—woooooooot! Just JUST finished teaching my last class of the semester. That’s the last of it for this meat grinder. Okay, okay. No more sausage. And I do have something more serious to consider today. It’s Monday, afterall. But... Continue reading
Posted Dec 7, 2009 at The Best American Poetry
I know, I know. I’m writing this at the risk of being forever categorized as the blogger of processed meat. If you spend much time here at the Best American Poetry Blog, you will typically find at the bottom of... Continue reading
Posted Dec 6, 2009 at The Best American Poetry
Yo, bitch.
Laura-Also Dylan Thomas' birthday today, and here, a reading of his Poem in October celebrating his 30th...strange coincidence. http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=JBQWYO_3FqM&feature=related
It sure would be nice to have a West Coast reading sometime...sigh. Have fun!
I have to say my romanticism for the process has faded. The wool looks more like what I'd expect that Scottish dish Haggis looks like, and if Grace's meatballs look anything like those shanks of wet wool, Grace please at least get some tomato sauce to cover them.
This redeems the city of Bologna once and for all! Thanks Terrence.
The duck story makes me cry. I must go to Indiana. I have never been.
I've enjoyed your posts. Thanks-
It's also sad to think how they might create a metaphor for a deflated economy; the poetry or the penis? Sad either way.
So, where do your 3 bags full go, Laura?