From Wordsworth`: On the subway in NY
. I got some good news from the subway: It was my transportation for 7 days and
I told Frances, “I don’t see anyone reading a Kindle or any other e-books on the subway.
They’re all reading real books.”
Frances said, “Yes, and wouldn’t it be great if we saw someone reading one of our books?”
I went around the trains, hoping there would be at least one person reading my books but no such luck. Maybe I should ask Charlie Pellegrino or Sets to read my book on the subway.
We’re off to Charlottesville, VA where Frances has a lot of work to do.
In Charlottesville: You should have seen Frances run to catch her next flight at Dulles Airport in D.C. She could have won a medal at the Olympics!
What a beautiful city. Here are two poems I wrote during some sight-seeing:
Blue Ridge Fog
Ah Carl Sandburg,
Fog along the Blue Ridge
Comes on hippo hooves
Blocking my view.
Trees Trees Trees
Ah, Omar Khayyam,
If you were in Charlottesville,
You would have added trees
To a glass of wine, a loaf of bread and
Me beside you in Paradise Anow.
This trip is all about Frances’ work so I better do some reporting:
Frances was honored by a dinner and reception at the Univ of VA, School of Medical and Nursing last night. I’m glad I didn’t wear my Aloha shirt because
I would have been out of place. It was a fancy sit down dinner and Frances was asked to read her poetry on caregiving and to explain
how poetry can be used to humanize the medical world.
The following day, she gave a lecture , poetry reading and poetry writing workshop at a luncheon for caregivers. She read a poem from one of my books so I’m feeling good that we both made a difference.
We had to wear a different hat one evening when she read from her Kapoho book at WriterHouse and talked about memoir writing and poetry. There was someone wearing the Honolulu Advertiser shirt. Wow, I quickly asked if he knew our friend Wayne Harada and he said yes. Small small world.
We went to Monticello, home of Thomas Jefferson and I must say, it was a pretty emotional tour. We stood on the exact spot where Jefferson stood as he watched the U of VA being built.
I didn’t know he was responsible for this university. We both felt the presence of Mr. Jefferson throughout our visit. Except at the shopping malls, which is a must stop for Frances.
My next book is called Wordsworth! Stop the Bulldozer! so I kept thinking how Charlottesville loves trees just as I do. My book will be out in October and I hope all the places in the world will someday look like Charlottesville.
I’m going to L.A. with Frances on Friday so I hope to meet some friends in Torrance. She’s talking about her Kapoho book.
Stay tuned, maybe there’s a poem in Torrance.
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