Day 12: Poetry Farm Day 1 UPDATE! More Poetry Farm! **** Catherine Wagner believes anything can be accomplished with effort. I know this because as she, Anthony, Anselm, Tina and I lay on our backs looking up to find shooting stars in the sky above the poetry farm, Anthony told a story about a friend of his with remarkable peripheral vision. &;We&;ll be looking at the sky and he&;ll be like &;satellite, shooting star, satellite, plane&; and I won&;t be able to see anything. “It&;s really remarkable. He gets paid to take part in medical studies,” Anthony said, “to help supplement his sculpture.” There was a silence. No one saw any shooting stars. “I bet,” Cathy said finally,” you could develop good peripheral vision with practice.” Imagine! Earlier I had lamented not ever being able to remember the names of constellations, birds, or friends, and Cathy said, astonished, “but it just takes practice!” For Cathy Wagner, I believe this is true. Everything is possible with a little practice. That was last night, when Rick, Lisa and Henry welcomed us to the farm with a feast, music and wonderful conversation (photos below). This morning, everyone seems to be feeling a little tender as bluejays screech, mocking birds swoop and some kind of hawk circles above the pear orchard (maybe I can convince Anthony to read “Confessions” there). My night ended with a search for the tent I had set up earlier, but, being a moron, I didn’t stake the thing down and so returned to the spot where it had been only to find in the wee hours it had dissapeared. Luckily, Matthew had set up camp only a few yards away and so he helped me find the thing, blown ass over tea kettle into the apple orchard. Like a true friend, Matthew told everyone about it in the morning so I was met with much mirth and avuncular ribbing when I returned to the house. Hopefully, I will get better at finding my domiciles as the tour goes on. Bill Drives Toward Farm 08.jpg 09.jpg 010.jpg 011.jpg 012.jpg 013.jpg

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Comment by m on 09.17.2006 7:45 pm

i stole a pear in that old augustine spirit! but the apple just fell into my hands, i swear&;

Comment by brian engel on 09.17.2006 8:40 pm

wish i were with you at the farm and further. have fun out there, wandring poets. come back to mpls and visit longer, eh?

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September 17th, 2006

Another Chicago Update! Day 13: Poetry Farm Day 2