Every now and then we get away, just for an evening and a morning. This morning we were here, along the canal, in Lambertville, New Jersey. A town of poets (Gerald Stern) and people who take the time to talk over coffee.
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Case in point: It took me most of the morning to figure out how to get my NetGalley download of Bonnie Nadzum's debut novel Lamb (Other Press) which I am so looking forward to reading, into my little iPad 2.
Confession: I didn't end up figuring it out. I called for my husband. He arrived, in his white knight uniform.
It's a very good thing that I know how to handle a broom, run the laundry machine, fix an occasionally okay meal, and take stealthy swipes at the dust that falls, falls, falls.
Otherwise, and seriously now: I'm useless.
"Don't stop!" I told my father, but still I craned my head, and later I walked the canal path behind the garden of Stern's house, remembering the conversation we once had. Butterflies were out in force. The spill of gardens toward rain-soaked gulleys. The white horizontals of brief bridges.
Do you know Gerald Stern's work? For if you don't, you must. The opening lines of "He Said," from This Time, here:
Thank God for summer, he said, and thank God the window
was to his right and there was a wavy motion
behind him and a moon in the upper right corner
only four days old and still not either blowsy
or soupy.....
(find the poem, read on)
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as most anyone who knows me will attest.
Case in point: It took me most of the morning to figure out how to get my NetGalley download of Bonnie Nadzum's debut novel Lamb (Other Press) which I am so looking forward to reading, into my little iPad 2.
Confession: I didn't end up figuring it out. I called for my husband. He arrived, in his white knight uniform.
It's a very good thing that I know how to handle a broom, run the laundry machine, fix an occasionally okay meal, and take stealthy swipes at the dust that falls, falls, falls.
Otherwise, and seriously now: I'm useless.
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on 7/15/2010
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I joined my father on an errand to Lambertville, New Jersey, yesterday—a very beautiful, very hip little place with just the right balance of old and new. "You know," I said, as we drove down one narrow street, "I once interviewed Gerald Stern in a house right near here." As I was saying the words, recalling that lovely afternoon with the National Book Award-winning poet whose fluid, smart, resonant work has actually been known to cure my migraines, I found myself looking at Gerald Stern himself—on his front porch, in a wide chair, deep in a happy conversation with what appeared to be neighborly kids.
"Don't stop!" I told my father, but still I craned my head, and later I walked the canal path behind the garden of Stern's house, remembering the conversation we once had. Butterflies were out in force. The spill of gardens toward rain-soaked gulleys. The white horizontals of brief bridges.
Do you know Gerald Stern's work? For if you don't, you must. The opening lines of "He Said," from This Time, here:
Thank God for summer, he said, and thank God the window
was to his right and there was a wavy motion
behind him and a moon in the upper right corner
only four days old and still not either blowsy
or soupy.....
(find the poem, read on)
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Wow!!! You do take the coolest pics, Beth!! Thanks for taking us along on your little get-away deskless morning.