Monday, June 19, 2006

Waking up in Provincetown

1. I love this place, possibly more than is reasonable or prudent.

2. Oh, and guess which well-known poet I ran into on the ferry over here from Boston.

3. I was unable to get a wireless signal in my lovely room last night, so y'all should count your blessings that you were spared a considerably inebriated version of the "I love this place" post. Heh heh.

4. Uh, I think that's it for now. I'm happy. And if I'm saying that without reservation or qualification at 7:10 AM on a Monday morning, well, that's something.

7 comments:

Laura said...

Which? well-known? poet?

Where are you staying? B&B? Enjoy -- wow, you've got some great beach weather.

jenni said...

I hope you have a wonderful time Anne!

sniff

Wish I was there. I will be in b-town in August. Want to have coffee?

Garbo said...

There is a name for love that is not reasonable or prudent: passion. Passion is good.

Peter said...

Was it Mark Doty?
Or the spirit of Walt Whitman?
Hope you are having a great time!

Lyle Daggett said...

Sounds wonderful. Tell the seagulls hello for me.

Suzanne said...

I'm SO glad you're there. Your love for that place is really shiny.

Anne said...

You silly people. The poet I ran into on the ferry was D.A. Powell. It's been great to see him again this week.

Laura: Haven't been out to the beach yet -- it was great weather for a couple of days, but it's rainy today. Which is fine -- I'm writing a lot. :) I'm staying at the Fine Arts Work Center, which is just lovely.

Jenni: Yes to coffee, absolutely! We'll go to the Spoon.

Garbo: Yes, that's the word for it. Except it isn't tumultuous or unnerving, like passion sometimes is. It's quiet and steady and real.

Wish you were all here with me! :)