This took me back to the line in A. Rich's "The Burning of Paper Instead of Children": "knowledge of the oppressor/this is the oppressor's language/yet I need it to talk to you
I love that you could just bust that line out. I remember reading Rich at a table in that fabulous cafe around the corner of your house on Louisiana. The one with the huge windows. I passed many happy hours there absorbed in books.
I had to look it up. LOL. However, it was the first Rich poem I fell in love with. Probably did a terrible paper on it. LOL! Good ol' Rue. It had big windows and banker lamps. I fell in love with a few of the coffee boys. LOL!!!!!
Yes, Rue! I remember the banker lamps. There was a used bookshop across the street where I would buy paperbacks. That's where I got Of Woman Born, that I read, along with so many others beneath one of those lamps. What a spot! I would take notes on every book I read. This was before the internet....what a luxury that time was!
Hi Jen!... Loved the meandering feel of this piece...like wandering along a frieidly, winding, wooded path dappled with shade and sunlight.
All that without leaving my bed on the semi depressed Sunday afternoon!
Glad to have brought some sunshine in a meandering way to you, Jenn!
This took me back to the line in A. Rich's "The Burning of Paper Instead of Children": "knowledge of the oppressor/this is the oppressor's language/yet I need it to talk to you
I love that you could just bust that line out. I remember reading Rich at a table in that fabulous cafe around the corner of your house on Louisiana. The one with the huge windows. I passed many happy hours there absorbed in books.
I had to look it up. LOL. However, it was the first Rich poem I fell in love with. Probably did a terrible paper on it. LOL! Good ol' Rue. It had big windows and banker lamps. I fell in love with a few of the coffee boys. LOL!!!!!
And I still get crushes on coffee boys, if only just appreciating how young and sincere they are!
Coffee and cute boys. What's to complain about? :-)
Yes, Rue! I remember the banker lamps. There was a used bookshop across the street where I would buy paperbacks. That's where I got Of Woman Born, that I read, along with so many others beneath one of those lamps. What a spot! I would take notes on every book I read. This was before the internet....what a luxury that time was!