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:
Which? well-known? poet?
Where are you staying? B&B? Enjoy -- wow, you've got some great beach weather.
I hope you have a wonderful time Anne!
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Wish I was there. I will be in b-town in August. Want to have coffee?
There is a name for love that is not reasonable or prudent: passion. Passion is good.
Was it Mark Doty?
Or the spirit of Walt Whitman?
Hope you are having a great time!
Sounds wonderful. Tell the seagulls hello for me.
I'm SO glad you're there. Your love for that place is really shiny.
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! :)
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