Posted in Photography, Place, Seasons, Weather on February 27, 2007 | 1 Comment »
The wind…it’s hard to describe the wind.
Lost and empty. The way desert is lost and empty.
And at the same time, so full.
Tuesday, February 27th, 2007
Posted in Art, Authors, Love, Money, Nature, Poetry, Politics, Spirituality, Structure, Writing on February 21, 2007 | No Comments »
Interesting article in this week’s issue of The New Yorker: The Moneyed Muse–What can two hundred million dollars do for poetry? by Dana Goodyear. It talks about an almost unheard of donation ($200M) to a small, eclectic literary publication called Poetry Magazine. Gives the history of the publication, talks about the woman who gave the donation [...]
Posted in Authors, Body, Bones, Dreams, Memoir, Personal, Practice, Secrets, Structure, Taos, Wake Up, Work, Writers, Writing, Writing Practices, tagged fear, Jimmy Santiago Baca, Mabel Dodge Luhan, mentors, Natalie Goldberg, Practice, Taos, Writers, Writing, zendo on February 19, 2007 | No Comments »
I’m drinking a cup of French Roast in a black ceramic mug that I reheated in the microwave. I wasn’t thinking when I took the first sip. My tongue and the roof of my mouth are burned. I write anyway. No, red gums are not keeping me back. Nor pink, fleshy ripples on the roof [...]
Posted in Animals & Critters, Authors, Culture, Holidays, Money, Place, Practice, Relationships, Spirituality, Travel, Work, Writing Practices on February 18, 2007 | 1 Comment »
It’s the Chinese New Year. I spent a Chinese New Year in San Francisco. It was the year 2000. I stayed at the Clift Hotel downtown, took photographs of the hotel interior and downtown San Francisco while the person I was with went off to meet with the Minnesota chorus she was in. It was [...]
Posted in Dreams, Family, Politics, Random, Writing on February 18, 2007 | No Comments »
“Hey, I was thinking, you ought to just publish your book.”
“I don’t have a book to publish.”
“Oh, well then, just write a book and find someone to publish it. You’re a great writer, I know someone will want to publish your book.”
“Well, that’s what I’m working on…writing a book.”
“Oh, good, what’s it about?”
“Well, no, I [...]
Posted in Holidays, Politics, Practice, Work, Writing, Writing Practices on February 17, 2007 | No Comments »
It’s the Year of the Pig, I hear. Starting tomorrow. I think of pig, piggy, how I used to worry when I first started doing writing practice with this group, way back before we were bloggin’, that I was being too piggy. Taking up too much of the airwave.
Then I realized, Aw, they can always [...]
Posted in Authors, Books, Death, Gratitude, Life, Poetry, Practice, Reading, Relationships, Structure, Wake Up, Writers, Writing, tagged Authors, Death, Donald Hall, Flying Revision's Flag, Jane Kenyon, Poetry, revision, Writers, Writing, writing relationships on February 16, 2007 | 7 Comments »
Gassho. I am so appreciative of deep listening. Thanks for your comments on Valentine.
By the way, I love the Poets.org website. I didn’t know they broke writers and workshops down by state. Good to know.
I did stumble on an interview on the same website with Donald Hall, Flying Revision’s Flag . Insightful - about the art [...]
Posted in Life, Love, Money, Personal, Topic Writing, blogroll on February 16, 2007 | 1 Comment »
This morning I walk into the bedroom, stop to pick up a piece of straw and its friend, lint. It is not easy to keep the house clean always. Oh, I see a note from Netflix, they received the DVD I sent yesterday. Netflix makes movies easy. I was wondering who came up with the [...]
Posted in Laughing, Music, Topic Writing on February 15, 2007 | 2 Comments »
When I was in high school, I counted the number of I know’s in Bill Withers’ Ain’t No Sunshine. You know, the part where he goes, I know, I know, I know, I know, I know, I know, I know, I know…..there are 26.
Ever since I read ybonesy’s Easy post, damn if I can’t get [...]
Posted in Authors, Bones, Creative Nonfiction, Gratitude, Poetry, Practice, Reading, Structure, Writers, Writing, tagged American Life in Poetry, Dan Wakefield, Gratitude, Poetry, Ted Kooser, The Poetry Foundation, Writers, Writing on February 15, 2007 | 8 Comments »
When I was doing research on Ted Kooser for a piece I was writing, I stumbled on his America Life in Poetry Project. As I read more about the nature of the project, I realized that Ted is a bodhisattva - he gives back to the world - not only through teaching, writing, and his [...]
Posted in Authors, Books, Culture, Essay, Great Places To Write, Growing Older, Holidays, Home, Laughing, Life, Love, Maps, Memoir, Nature, On the Road, Personal, Place, Relationships, Structure, Things That Fly, Travel, Writers, Writing, tagged CliffsNotes, Cupid, Essay, heart, Kool-Aid, Midwest writers, Nature, Nebraska, Nebraska writers, Platte River, sandhill cranes, Ted Kooser, Valentine, Valentine's Day, Vise-Grip, Willa Cather, Writers, Writing on February 14, 2007 | 2 Comments »
Around 3000 people live in the city of Valentine. If you fired up your GPSr, programmed in 42 degrees, 52′, 25″N, and 100 degrees, 33′, 1″W, slid the homing gadget into the plastic grip Velcroed to the dashboard, and drove in the direction of the crosshair blips on your map of light, you’d arrive at [...]
Posted in 25 Things, Art, Books, Culture, Holidays, Money, tagged abundance, astrology, Books, Chinese New Year, ritual, superstition on February 13, 2007 | No Comments »
Get ready for the abundance of the Chinese New Year beginning Sunday, February 18th, 2007. Writers beware the book buying! And if you miss Valentine’s Day, you get a second shot at love - Chinese Valentine’s Day is coming up!
Notes below are from this link at Wikipedia:
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Posted in Dreams, Food, Quotes, Taos, Topic Writing, Vision on February 13, 2007 | 2 Comments »
“An easy life does not teach anything.” – Fortune cookie from Chin’s Asia Fresh, day before leaving for 4th Taos Writing Intensive, February 3rd, 2007
Posted in Topic Writing, Word Of The Day, tagged definitions of easy, etymology, research on the word easy on February 12, 2007 | 1 Comment »
easy
c.1200, “at ease,” from O.Fr. aisie, pp. of aisier “to put at ease,” from aise (see ease). Sense of “not difficult to deal with” is c.1340; of conditions, “comfortable,” c.1380. The concept of “not difficult” was expressed in O.E. and early M.E. by eaþe (adv.), ieþe (adj.), apparently common W.Gmc., but of disputed [...]
Posted in Animals & Critters, Life, Personal, Recall, Topic Writing, Weather on February 12, 2007 | 1 Comment »
Easy is a strange, hard word. Walking from living room to dining room to kitchen to bedroom. Slippered feet, 16 degrees, 8 degree wind chill. A salmon flavored cat food pebble sticks in a leather groove on the bottom of my foot. Shriveled leaves fall from a chrysanthemum by a cold southern exposure. Catnip is [...]
Posted in Music, Wake Up, Writing Topics, tagged Easy Like Sunday Morning, Lionel Richie, taking it easy, writing about easy on February 12, 2007 | 3 Comments »
I don’t like the song Easy Like Sunday Morning by Lionel Richie, although the soft rock station I sometimes listen to in my car plays it quite a bit. I have it on my mind right now, in fact, after running to the bank and then to my daughters’ school and now back at work. [...]
Posted in Doodling, Nature, Practice, Travel, Work on February 7, 2007 | No Comments »
Posted in Art, Culture, Doodling, Great Places To Write, On the Road, Place, Practice, Taos, Work, tagged Caffe Tazza, image of chair, image of guitar, Taos New Mexico, the practice of doodling on February 6, 2007 | No Comments »
…as my guitar gently weeps on the chair at caffe tazza where a blond bitch freaked out at the mention of El Pinto in Albuquerque…well, el pinto tu puta bitche…
Doodling guitar on chair, or is it chair with guitar?, pen and ink on graph paper, doodle © 2007 by ybonesy. All rights reserved.
Posted in Authors, Books, Haiku, Life, Love, Nature, Personal, Quotes, Seasons, Spirituality, Travel on February 1, 2007 | No Comments »
rubbing along rocks
in the center of the sea
calm storms are rising
tack down the mast head
and button up the hatches
high winds roar, unbridled
the sword in the stone
I seek the holy chalice,
have since I was 6
the wind in the trees
snow on the pitched cedar roof
burning piñon pine
bright orange ski jacket
silver gloves in my pocket
hood over my face
an [...]
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