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Lovely, Doug! When Maurice Scully, the wonderful Irish poet was here last week, he stayed at a hotel in Berkeley after a big post reading party the night before. He was woken up at 6 the next morning with a guy in the next room practicing scales on his trumpet. Maurice "craved" the sound not one sleepy bit. He did,however, come to the San Francisco reading with a an amusing story to tell. Ah, the prices to be paid, sometimes, by a lyric late night poet on the road. Stephen --- On Wed, 9/30/09, Douglas Barbour <[log in to unmask]> wrote: From: Douglas Barbour <[log in to unmask]> Subject: memory snap To: [log in to unmask] Date: Wednesday, September 30, 2009, 1:14 PM that voice ethereal soaring wafted into elevator rising in some small hotel in some small city in what used to be east germany constant & craving we rise too [sometimes a lyric (nostalgia) just hits one) I enjoyed the other snaps today, all those short shots.... Douglas Barbour [log in to unmask] http://www.ualberta.ca/~dbarbour/ Latest books: Continuations (with Sheila E Murphy) http://www.uap.ualberta.ca/UAP.asp?LID=41&bookID=664 Wednesdays' http://abovegroundpress.blogspot.com/2008/03/new-from-aboveground-press_10.html Take away my wisdom and my categories! Phyllis Webb