Sunday afternoon and we're all home, except Phil. Projects upstairs, down. The dryer clanking. NPR on the kitchen radio. "I'm going to be emotional," a woman said as I listen on my way to the restroom, having no idea of context. Then the woman is emotional and the NPR reporter so graceful about it. Deb is blending apples from the tree. Bill is sawing. I'm cleaning as usual. Light dapples the house. It is fine to be my age. It is fine to have arrived here. In my dreams from childhood, this should have been one.
Sunday, September 5, 2010
Friday, September 3, 2010
Early Zines
"Burke's Printing Poetry [was] the essential text for aesthetics, design, and letterpress production of handmade poetry books. Craftmanship is meditative, and it is in a way devotional," he wrote. "We watch our hands leap to the work, well trained and eager.
From Ink under the Fingernails by Bob Rose in the anthology, Fishtown and the Skagit River.
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