Monthly Archives: September 2014

Caviar for breakfast

At the hotel breakfast buffet, there is the standard fruit, bread, muffins, croissants, cereal that you would get in the US. But along with these are various types of smoked fish, and an iced pyramid with a bowl of caviar … Continue reading

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Thoughts on travel

We got on BART on a perfect sunny Wednesday afternoon in Berkeley, heading for the San Francisco airport and about 17 hours of flight + layover to get to St. Petersburg. I wondered just why we do this, leave one of … Continue reading

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Why I don’t write political poems

We’re heading to Russia and Eastern Europe in a few days, so I’ve been rereading the wonderful Polish poet, Wisława Szymborska. Here’s a poem of hers that expresses an idea I’ve had about political poetry perfectly. I believe the conference table … Continue reading

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The Wellbeing Project

If you live in Santa Monica, the city cares whether you are thriving. So they formed the Wellbeing project, and sent out surveys to see how you’re doing. They are compiling a Wellbeing index. Their website can explain it to … Continue reading

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Poetry Monday

Here’s a lovely little Billy Collins poem–no smart-ass irony, not much self in it at all, just a lovely image, well rendered: Elk River Falls is where the Elk River falls from a rocky and considerable height, turning pale with … Continue reading

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Degrees of green

I was feeling pretty ecologically minded the other day–big garden, compost, chickens, solar panels on the house, and a new-to-me pre-owned (there’s an adjective for you!) electric Nissan Leaf, just purchased. You plug it in. No gas. Zero emissions–a new … Continue reading

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Late, but still Monday

Louise Glück is a poet whose works seems to evolve with each new book. This poem is one of my favorites: Cottonmouth Country Fish bones walked the waves off Hatteras. And there were other signs That Death wooed us, by water, wooed … Continue reading

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