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Words of the Day
Looking for some background on the bandoneon (more on that in a week or two) I came across the word bandoline: “a mucilaginous preparation made from quince seeds and used for smoothing, glossing, or waving the hair.” (Random House Dictionary of the English Language). Yes, it was that mucilaginous that pulled me in to read the full definition.…
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Studio Date (a thank you note)
My friend Sarah invited me to her studio the other day. I won’t describe the paintings (or, not quite); that’s for her to do. But I will describe the conversation. She’s working on reflections now, on remembered water (among other things). She talked about the importance of noticing, in all of her work. Her tools…
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Writing on a dare (bigger than a breadbox)
I don’t usually post the results of writing exercises–I don’t usually make the time to sit down and wrestle with a prompt, though I come across plenty and they’re often tempting. But the incorrigible Linda Epstein threw out a challenge–a challenge bigger than a breadbox, if you will–and rather than bruise my shins trying to dodge…
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Translation Notes with Necessary Fiction
Regular readers of this (irregular) blog know I spend a good deal of my time thinking and writing and reading about translation. Today the web journal Necessary Fiction featured my contribution to their “Translation Notes” series, “Empurpled and Bedamasked: Reading through Trafalgar.” I’ve been enjoying the series since it began– very pleased to be in…
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Open Space
A colleague, now several years retired, recently cleared out the office he had occupied for more than twenty years. It’s lighter now, without the file cabinets, the bookcases lined up two deep against the walls. Just a couple of old computers, an older desk, a fan. I miss seeing him day to day on campus–we…
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Lily Pad
For eight years now, we’ve been taking the same hike on my birthday. Some years we’ve pushed the calendar a little, but most years, it’s been on the day itself. And it doesn’t get old–not for me, anyway. Much as I love to take new hikes, this one, I could do over and over. As…
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Fictional Falls
Stories happen, or they’re found, or they’re built. Harvested, gathered, collected, constructed. Sometimes there’s an alchemy of memory and conversation. I wrote about waterfall words–in English and Spanish–in one of my earlier blog post, Iguazú Words. I was preparing for a trip to Argentina, thinking like a tourist (what are my must-sees?) and a…