Thanks, Mark. I am trying to make an agreement with Laura's cousin who is her sole survivor to become an executor, review the archive, and see what's what. It will take time. I was a good friend and close to her work in the 50's and 60's. She was special and really did not have the professional capacity or skills to navigate the 'career' world such as Jack Gilbert, her ambitious partner and much less interesting for all of his success.
Off to an event.
S
Mark Weiss <[log in to unmask]> wrote: Thanks for this, Steve. Do you know if there's an archive or perhaps
a private stash of her work? She appears to have published very
little, and this is extremely fine.
Mark
At 11:24 AM 10/14/2007, Stephen Vincent wrote:
> Laura Ulewicz
> Detroit,Michigan, May 1930 - Locke, California, October 2007
>
> Within One Temperate Zone (2)
>
>
>It wasn't on the map. heat stalled the car
>At the valley or base of the 10th hill. Lost.
>A post office side the town of San Sinduda. Not
>On the map. I asked Carl, "Who do you suppose
>has ever climbed that hill?" In a thousand
>Years maybe one Indian. A ranch-hand
>After cattle. A bull after a cow.
>Two boys in black jeans leaned against a log fence
>Playing a pocket radio and cursing
>Loud to beat the vastness down. A matter
>Of will and hot jazz. I said, "It's pretty
>Tame here" - being, of course, wrong. I might
>Have meant "too wild with people". And so
> we climbed,
>Until the car should cool, more to escape
>Noise than to discover. That seconded
>The wrong. Yet, pausing for breath on the ascent,
>Carl told me how on his mother's grave in Concord,
>While drunk, he first made love to another man.
>In Concord - where the hills are monumented
>With Hawthorne, Melville, Walden Pond, and our first
>Revolution for severance - the fought one.
>Now we looked eastward across a namelessness
>Of hills. For beyond this one was another equal
>In size, and beyond it another, until
>Our minds, wanting to fix, were trapped in freedom.
>Often I dream I open a hundred doors
>And behind each door there is only another door.
> Laura Ulewicz
> from The Inheritance, Turret Books, London, 1967
>
> For more on Laura, http://stephenvincent.net/blog/
>
> Stephen Vincent
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