American Autumn

EMILY DICKENSON
Cornell and Dickenson are both in the end unknowable. They live within the riddle, as Dickenson would say. Their biographies explain nothing. They are without precedent, eccentric, original, and thoroughly American. If her poems are like his boxes, a place where secrets are kept, his boxes are like her poems, the place of unlikely things coming together.
They both worry about their soul's salvation. Voyagers and explorers of their own solitudes, they make them vast, make them cosmic. They are religious artists in a world in which old metaphysics and aesthetic ideas were eclipsed. To read her poems, to look at his boxes, is to begin to think in a new way about American literature and art.

from Dime-Store Alchemy; the art of Joseph Cornell by Charles Simic, NYRB, 1992.

This adorable book is a pleasure to hold in the hand! 7.25" x 5" and bound in midnight blue cloth lettered in silver and with a Cornell image applied to the front cover it the perfect size and shape for this group of appreciations and quotations from Joseph Cornell's notes by the poet Charles Simic. I'm in love! But it is only fair to admit that I was a beeg fan of the work of both men before I ever saw this volume. It would be the perfect gift for that quirky, discerning friend.

Thomas Lynch reads in Petoskey

Tonight to an excellent reading by the poet and writer Thomas Lynch, a merry fellow. He read from his new book Working Papers and from a book of his short fiction. Quite a few people bought the book so they could read the rest of the story. I met a very nice woman who introduced me to the wife of the doctor we saw today and who will be managing our next try at Coumadin. That's the kind of thing that can happen in a place like this. A huge center of population is not an unmixed blessing. The reading was sponsored by the fine independant bookstore, McLean and Eakin and held at North Michigan Community College. I am feeling quite poetic!

Grackle Visit

The whole assembly didn't last more than 15 minutes. More and more came as they moved across the lawn; then they all took flight toward the blue patch of sky in this photo. Horizontal lines on far trees are reflections caused by photographing through windows. If I had opened the door, or gone out on the porch, they would have flown at once. I've only seen this once before. That time, instead of moving beside the house, they came in a flood over it and headed south, not west.

Gathering storm

This cold front storm is predicted to be a big one--very windy, and to last until tomorrow. It makes spectacular skies and rays of heavenly light. Tomorrow, my husband will be coming home from the hospital.

Bay Wind

high autumn wind
I leave my husband
at the hospital

Departing Autumn

This clump of bigtooth aspen at the end of the west meadow holds its yellow!

Gathering Storm

Tonight S. is back in the hospital, with what I call "Coumadin poisoning" I was taking his things to him and snapped this picture of the sunset beyond the wast meadow. I think it will storm tonight.