I'm at the Carl Sandburg Library in Livonia (Clarenceville, Livonia, Michigan, USA). I'm here with the Garrett boys. They are over playing on another computer. I'm here because Tommy called out sick from school (when you're in school, you call out rather than in) and I picked him up and took them both here while we wait for Elizabeth to get out of the middle school down the street.
We opened Anne Frank this morning. Seth is alive. I asked him where he'd been and he said "Underground." That brought a very wide smile to my face. The kids were very well behaved today in the audience. We're to have small audiences, I hear. They still made plenty of noise after the big kiss, and Peter got the biggest applause.
I got a free issue of a lit mag called "Sun" last week and I can't get over how wonderful it is. Part of the thing that drew me to it was a reader letter from Lilly Tomlin (sp?) in the beginning. There was a short story called "Leda and the Swan, essay #38" That was incredible, I thought. It's told in the form of a GIRL's rambling, poorly written high school essay on Leda and the Swan, a Yeats poem. I think the author's name is Eric Puchner or something like that. It's full of hilarious anecdotes, like she calls Othello Shakespeare's only African American. Anyway, I subscribed to this magazine because I'm kind of an idiot, but I think it will be well worth it. It has poems, essays, and stories, and photos.
Anyone trying to get rid of a bed? Mine is killing my back.
And that's all for now.
1 comment:
I read that story! I loved it! Sun magazine sounds like a good find. I approve (not that you need my approval, but I like to give it ;) )
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