Monday, July 11, 2011
The Roofers, Bunny, Some Other Things
I was rooting around the internet the other day, when I came across this reading from the 2009 Port Townsend Writers Conference. I'm not so much in the habit of listening to myself, but thought I'd put it up anyway. It was a hard moment; I didn't quite know how hard it was, then. My mother had died just a few weeks before; my friend Denise was to die a few weeks later, and from my introductory comments--that was all I listened to--I can hear myself trying to sound cheerful and okay, when I must have been shell-shocked. It's bewildering that two years can feel like lifetimes ago; I don't know if that's a good thing or a bad thing. I hope you find something you like here. I remember reading "The Roofers," "Bunny," some other things, all pieces from Unbuilt Projects.
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I found out on the Wednesday morning of that conference that my good friend George had died in a bike accident. I didn't tell anyone at Port Townsend --shell-shocked is a good word, and I have a hard time articulating the exact tenor of that week -- but I do remember being so happy to meet you, and delighted by your reading. Thanks.
I would never have known you were living with that news that week. I do remember your smart, bright face in the craft class, which helped to set me at ease. Thanks, as always, for your kind words.
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