Posts Tagged "Jim Harrison"

My Wobbly Bicycle, 48

Posted by on Nov 6, 2013 in Archive | 28 comments

My Wobbly Bicycle, 48

Years ago, when my former husband had just been hired at the University of Delaware, the then-Department Chair offered to fly me from Arkansas to Delaware to look for a house for our family. (Can you imagine that now?) The night I arrived, there was a guest poet reading. I was invited. The poet was the late, great, silver-haired Seamus Heaney. I’d read a few of his poems, but basically I didn’t know squat.  At the reception—which was quite intimate, at someone’s house—we were brushing shoulders, picking up cheese and crackers. I could have said anything, asked him anything. But I...

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My Wobbly Bicycle, 40

Posted by on Sep 11, 2013 in Archive | 15 comments

My Wobbly Bicycle, 40

Last December I wrote, “The moment I heard the word cancer, I could feel myself cross a threshold, on the side now of those who know they’ll die.”  I’m reporting to you, after nine months, including a lovely summer, that it IS a threshold. One can’t cross back over it. Recently I ran across a poem by Chicago poet Debra Bruce (who’s also had cancer) that gets at this. Others are “snug in their skins.” She can never again even pretend ennui. “Fear’s rare air” affords a panoramic view. It is as if she floats above the everyday obsessions. Yet at the same time, she...

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My Wobbly Bicycle, 4

Posted by on Dec 26, 2012 in Archive | 20 comments

December 26 and coasting. My appointment with the surgeon is Jan. 3. I suppose we’ll start chemo soon after that. Meanwhile, my poor body is recovering from the sudden extraction of its heretofore valuable parts. I still want a nap in the afternoons, but I can walk or stay on the treadmill for 30 minutes, no problem. Susan Sontag, in her book, Illness as Metaphor, railed against the “blame the victim” idea that our illnesses “fit” our psychology, that our repressions make themselves known in the body in appropriate areas. She insisted that it’s all straight physiology, nothing to...

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Jim Harrison and Me

Posted by on Nov 18, 2011 in Archive | 21 comments

Jim Harrison and Me

This is my first blog entry. I ask myself why I’m committing to writing to you, dear reader, as regularly as if you were the ideal mother back when I should have written home and didn’t.  I imagine you as my ideal reader, glad to get a letter from me.  This arrogance is what keeps most of us writing, either that, or the fear that we only exist if we keep bringing attention to ourselves. In my case, I’d add that I’m inclined toward dreaminess, and I’m more apt to locate myself on this mortal plane if I hammer it down with my words.  Besides, my mind and my fingertips have such a...

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