I have just come from a lovely reading by Robert Adamson at the SF State
Poetry Center. Indeed he read from his new and first USA book, The
Goldfinches of Bagdad. Beautifully produced by Flood Editions. And it is
full of a wide range of bird poems. (Yes, I bought a copy and even got the
poet's signature, including a quote from "W.S" - and not Merwin).
(As maybe Mark suggested, I sense our sense of birds is more than ever with
us now that a variety of species are threatened by this flu virus - and, the
gods forbid, we may go with it, too. So the bird poems go timely to the
moment).
But, back to Adamson. Ironically he had never been in San Francisco but
several of his influences are local - the late Robert Duncan and Jack
Spicer, and Michael Palmer is also a correspondent. But he mentioned having
a lovely time walking through the City of the early world of his influences
as special.
I mentioned several of your Australian names and he confirmed that you were
real, actual human beings in this world. Which was a relief, that is, not to
be 'virtually' deceived.
Thank you, Australia - as bizarre as that no doubt sounds
Stephen V
http://stephenvincent.net/blog/
> Thanks.
>
> That was the initial idea of the Snaps - to lets us all (a smaller group way
> back then) see where each other lived. Maybe next Wednesday ...
>
> Andrew
>
> ----- Original Message -----
> From: "Edmund Hardy" <[log in to unmask]>
> To: <[log in to unmask]>
> Sent: Thursday, March 16, 2006 10:14 PM
> Subject: Re: Up With Birds!
>
>
>>> Where are you situated, Edmund?
>>
>>
>> In Essex, in a small village called Kelvedon - the river blackwater flows
>> through it, with a low flat valley, rising to a gravel ridge in the south,
>> over which is a long slope down to estuary & sea.
>>
>> Edmund
>>
>>
>> ----- Original Message -----
>> From: "Edmund Hardy" <[log in to unmask]>
>> To: <[log in to unmask]>
>> Sent: Thursday, March 16, 2006 8:54 PM
>> Subject: Re: Up With Birds!
>>
>>
>>> I can mention a kingfisher which i see more often than not on my early
>> morn
>>> walk - when i cross a river-bridge, and look to the right. Sometimes all
> i
>>> see is a bright blue streak arrowing downstream.
>>>
>>> edmund
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