Tag: Time
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Intimations of Mortality
Lately I’m expending a lot of effort feeling frustrated by the lagging response times of most of the journals I’ve submitted to, fighting the urge to dash off mild yet curious emails regarding my poems. I feel stymied, depressed. Lately I’m frustrated by my failure to stabilize Aidan’s ever-erratic sleep schedule, my attempts at weaning,…
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Saturdays are the golden brown…
…of the pancakes I made the boys this morning, of Vincent’s shorn hair cascading to the floor as I gave him a trim, and the Indian pudding cooking in its water bath in the oven. The recipe I’m using is from an ancient edition of Fannie Farmer — who knew there were so many variations!…
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Children are all about imaginary time…
…as in, any time not spent with them is strictly imaginary and illusory, or, in fact, altogether nonexistent. These warm sunny days, while energizing & welcome, make the perennial juggling of daily life an even harder challenge. When it’s cold, wet, and dark, it’s nice to stay indoors, easier to interest the boys in pseudo-crafty…
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Imaginary Time & Poets
My husband has been watching a science program featuring Stephen Hawking on DVD. Funny how, as long as the scientists are speaking, the theories they’re explaining make perfect sense to me, but the second the tv goes silent my understanding evaporates. However, that doesn’t keep me from making free use, and profligate misuse, of them.…
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Do You Realize There Are Only 7 Weeks Left to the Year?
Egads, where has the time went?! There’s micro-time, this week, wherein: I drove to North Adams for a meeting, have my reading tonight with Kim Rogers at the Green Street Café (which I am so excited about; that and the dinner provided — Green St. has an excellent menu!), and tomorrow afternoon I’m visiting, in…
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NaPoWriMo.
I don’t know who started it, (Maureen Thorson?) or when, the first time I remember hearing about it was last year — National Poetry Month has been transmogrified into National Poetry Writing Month. One poem a day for a month, to be exact. Unlikely? No — impossible, in every way — I can promise to…
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Le Bossu Deux.
For two nights now it’s been sitting in its envelope on top of our DVD player. But for one reason or another we still haven’t had the time to watch it. ! I guess after ten years I can stand the suspense another day. Tomorrow night for sure. I’ll make Vincent watch it if that’s…
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Time. Again.
We have 3 clocks in our 2 bedroom apt–one on top of the fridge, run by batteries, one in our bedroom, your standard electric alarm clock, and one in the living/dining room, an old-fashioned pendulum-swinging tick-tock clock. Not one of them tells the proper time. In fact, if I want to know what the actual…
Marie Gauthier 