Have been barely present here, have been going so many directions. Even though I have not been particularly vocal, I always check in. Has been some interesting reading going on here. I have been physically, mentally, emotionally busy. Have had my hands on numerous books, gleaning. Have been perusing Horizons, by Barry Lopez; Jim Harrison,
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I am reading NEVER A LOVELY SO REAL, The Life and Work of NELSON ALGREN, by Colin Asher, and it has been been riveting, engrossing. Colin Asher is a wonderful writer – concise, descriptive, detailed, passionate about his subject. An incredibly well researched biography – not a genre I commonly gravitate toward – this one
Last night I watched Jean-Michel Basquiat : The Radiant Child, and I am still not sure what I want to say about it. So this will take shape as I write. While I have been relatively familiar with Basquiat’s work for a number of years, I was not particularly familiar with “his story”, with his
I have been wanting to write for some time about my experience seeing this exhibit but am still unsure I can find the language to describe it. I first learned of Rick Bartow when I read a review of this show about a year ago, on Hyperallergic. I immediately ordered the book because the images
Borkali, thanks for the launch of a new place to share, inspire, survive. I love the e-salon that you provide us. Looking forward to another season.
Well, while I fell far short of reaching 2019 pages, I have enjoyed this electronic salon immensely. Such a variety of writing to peruse, it has been pure pleasure. I have to say that I am sorry to see it stretching toward the last lap. Winter is a restless time for me. Cold, snow, brief
I had mixed feelings about this book. I loved this book and I didn’t love this book. I read through some sections grinning from ear to ear, amazed and delighted at what I was reading and learning. I read some pages through tears, heartbroken and shocked that an unknown creature could bring me to tears.
Just wanted to share some thoughts about Mei-mei Berssenbrugge. I have her book Hello, the Roses sitting on the top of my book pile and pick it up often to read a few lines. She absolutely blows my mind. A single line of almost any of her poems is a mini discourse on physics, perception,
This book was such a great find. I had read a brief excerpt from it in the reading material for a class I was taking and it really spoke to me. I took a chance and ordered it and am so, so glad that I did. Written by Wendy Trusler (WT) and Carol Devine (CD),
This book is many things, but mostly it is a celebration of storytelling. It is Brian Doyle’s imagining of the tale Robert Louis Stevenson might have written about a brief period he spent in San Francisco while waiting for his beloved Fanny. Rooming at the house of John and Mary Carson he tells a warm
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