Tucumcari Tonight

Salt water taffy–two thousand miles from Atlantic City (Clines Corners).

I want one but it is too kitschy to actually purchase.

Years ago I bought a turquoise and silver spider bracelet here. Just got earrings to match.

At Del’s, the “petit sirloin”is 8 oz.

There were giants in the earth in those days.

Translating Chiyo-ni

My daughter Isabel and I sat down to translate Chiyo-ni, probably the most famous 18th century Japanese woman haiku poet–no easy task, but an exciting one. Autumn poems seemed appropriate.

Chiyo-ni writes:

mikazuki ni
hishihishi to mono to
shizumarinu.

To see the rest–check out Issa’s Untidy Hut–a terrific haiku blog–http://lilliputreview.blogspot.com/2012/10/on-translating-chiyo-ni-isabel-winson.html

Join Melissa White’s Kickstart Campaign for her memoir “Dizzy Sushi”

“Dizzy Sushi” Part 1 ~ Tokyo
The first thing I saw in Japan was a corpse. It was lying under a canvas sheet on a gurney in the Tokyo airport, the shoulders and feet bound by wide leather cargo belts. A warm mist clouded the windows of the shuttle that took us from the plane to the terminal. 

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Steve Peters at Santa Fe Art Institute

I had a lovely time yesterday with Steve, sitting in the very blue courtyard of the SF Art Institute under an equally blue sky. We were listening to his audio piece “The Very Rich Hours” which includes ten people each describing a spot in New Mexico that is important to the speaker.
I wanted to know how the composer got such meditative and poetic monologues from them. Steve said it was because he left them alone. He’d hook them up with earphones to record, and so in essence they were talking to themselves–or the wind.
He also said that during this residency he’d been playing the objects found in his studio–light bulbs, staples, styrofoam.
Inspiring to re-connect with the now Seattle based composer who lived for many years in New Mexico. Sometimes people see the world differently than I do–Steve Peters hears it differently.

To listen…

And you can read about his time at SFAI here

Buttons

I think I care a lot more about buttons than is normal.

Maybe because I was raised among boxes of buttons in the garment industry.

They each had distinct personalities.

But I still have no desire to sew them on to anything.