Seventy years ago, E.E. Cummings (1894-1962), also known as e.e. Cummings (in the style of some of his poems), an American artist of diverse genres, was invited by his alma mater, Harvard, to deliver the 1952-53 school year Charles Eliot Norton Lectures, a series of six presentations. In the first lecture, Cummings speaks of his […]
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The plan is to publish a collection of stuff titled We’re All Going to Heaven Whether We Like It or Not. A recent letter is a candidate.
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If you could wear just one hat for your whole life, what would it be? A recent experience has helped me discover my answer. There’s a place of residence in Peekskill, NY that caters to artists. The application process for an apartment includes being officially designated an Artist by the City. If for no other
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Barely touched down in Santa Fe after 28 years in Vermont, the phone in my heart rings. My beloved. Time to rest her ashes on sacred ground overlooking the Pacific––an agreement we made long before she considered ending her life two years ago. I’m on it, I say. Though I wonder: Why now,
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“You still have things to accomplish related to why you were born, and my death will help you do them.” From the day my beloved took her life two years ago today, this message from her has illuminated every choice I make.
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For more than six months I had been anticipating that I would be leaving Vermont after living here for 27 years, roughly a third of my life in the only place I’ve ever considered home. My beloved and I arrived on Halloween 1993. For the sake of a good story, I planned to officially
My beloved, A year ago at this time, just shy of 3 AM, you might have been awake, sleepless, knowing that, if at all possible, this would be the day you left this incarnation.
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Two days ago, a song I’d never before heard arrived magically on the six month anniversary of my beloved’s conscious step into the light. The storm I’ve wept since suggests a theme of her heart’s farewell. An anthem of my journey forward. The linked video, displaying the lyrics below, may afford the most complete experience.