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April 27, 2012


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What does it mean when my post about my Cupola Award -- which took about five minutes to pull together -- gets more hits in one day than my post, "Encounters with Colson", that took about three days to pull together?


Check out this artist. With his color artwork, I can tell that it's a painting. With his black & white artwork, I cannot believe his drawings aren't photographs:



treesta and I watched "Breaking Dawn -- Part 1" last night. She had not seen the first two movies in the Twilight Saga. Good news and bad news: the good news is that the movie is over. The bad news is that there is a Part 2. Seriously -- that was one AWFUL movie. We laughed the entire way. You know it's bad when you are predicting dialogue 10 seconds before it's actually said.


EDWARD: No measure of time with you will be long enough. But we'll start with forever.
(which is how long this movie seemed to last)

EDWARD: I'll meet you at the altar.
BELLA SWAN: I'll be the one in white.

JACOB: You can spout that crap to your bloodsucker, but you don't fool me. I can see what that thing's doing to you. It's a killer, Bella.
(Jacob is referring to Bella's soon-to-be born baby. She got pregnant only 14 days after her marriage!)

"Spout that crap to your bloodsucker" -- precisely what Hollywood did to the millions who saw this stinker.


treesta -- I have never heard of Paul Cadden. Unbelievable drawings. I can't imagine how long it takes to draw each one.



About a month ago, I began corresponding with a poet in Maine after I read one of her poems on "The Writer's Almanac". She has graciously and generously given me permission to post the poem that first connected the two of us and to answer any questions you all might have about it or the process of writing poetry. We'll be publishing the poem this Sunday.

Let's be sure to make her feel welcome. Thanks much.


I don't know about you, but it seems to me that "Open Mic" seems to come around faster and faster.


Flann, you know that my favorite line was "You can spout that crap to your bloodsucker, but you don't fool me."

For those of you unfamiliar with this series of movies, they're all about vampires and wolves and really tacky dialogue. Loads of fun. The most fun was anticipating not only the movie's dialogue, but also Flann's commentary.


I think I appreciate Cadden's color paintings the most. I could see the incredible detail, but still tell they were paintings. I also liked the drawings of the car in the desert and the reclining nude.


I love a receptive audience, treesta.

It was not hard to poke fun at "Breaking Dawn". It truly was one of the WORST movies I have ever seen. That's what made it so fun to watch, though.

treesta -- you are a good sport. A good cabernet followed by a couple shots of sambuca help, too.


I can't tell if Cadden's color paintings are oil or acrylic, treesta, but they remind me of those large paintings in my bedroom.


Did anyone watch "30 Rock" last night? They went live, and it was loads of fun. Here's a short review of that live show from the Washington Post:



I teach the First Graders this morning.

We're making paper airplanes from a blank piece of white paper to demonstrate how that blank piece of paper can TAKE YOU PLACES!!!

More later.


Just spent some time reading up on what I've missed in the sassosphere. Your writing is stunning, Flann.


Thank you, West. My heart always leaps to see a comment from you.



Have fun with the kiddos, Flann.

This poem came to me via Writer's Almanac today:

In the White Sky
by William Stafford

Many things in the world have
already happened. You can
go back and tell about them.
They are part of what we
own as we speed along
through the white sky.

But many things in the world
haven't yet happened. You help
them by thinking and writing and acting.
Where they begin, you greet them
or stop them. You come along
and sustain the new things.

Once, in the white sky there was
a beginning, and I happened to notice
and almost glimpsed what to do.
But now I have come far
to here, and it is away back there.
Some days, I think about it.

"In the White Sky" by William Stafford, from Stories That Could Be True. © Harper & Row, Publishers, 1977.

I like to think about the possibility of our impact on sustaining new things and helping them by thinking, writing, acting. Maybe that is part of our work and play here at Sassistas.


Amen, PEACE. Hopefully, the new things we are sustaining are healing and hopeful.


Flann met with a group of sixth graders today. I think they blew her away. It was fun to watch. One girl already gave Flann a story she wrote to read, and the class gave her a copy of the book they're reading for their book club so Flann can read it, too. Me thinks they're gonna keep Flann on her toes! Smile.


They DID blow me away, treesta. They asked such thoughtful questions.

I am going to learn SOOOO much from them.

Thanks again for the opportunity!


Flann, you'll do fine with the 6th graders. I remember how quickly the seniors in HS had gravitated toward you. I have no doubt that the 6th graders will do the same. They may have a little more attitude because of their age, but they're just testing you. You have a lot to offer them. Just remember that and you'll do fine.


Actually, Matiss they really weren't testing her except for one young man who asked her about her favorite rap artist, but Flann blew HIM away with her knowledge of rap music. Grin. You should have seen how excited they were to hear that she would be teaching them writing. Their homework is to look up Flann's website, and come back to class on Monday with their opinions, their comments and their questions. It's gonna be awesome.


Matissta -- was there ever a more supportive sweetheart in my life other than you? Thank you for your unwavering confidence in me. It is the gift that keeps on giving.

I've never had ME be the subject of ANYone's homework, so that will be fascinating. What was most fascinating (and challenging) to me is the instant difference between 6-7 year-olds and 11-12 year-olds. The younger kids find EVERYthing fascinating. Older kids -- at least these kids -- have seen some pain and struggle in their lives. Their faces were so open and so vulnerable and reminded me of what I was like at that age.

Yep, it's gonna be awesome.


PEACEsista -- I try to read the "Writer's Almanac" poem every day at least once, but the William Stafford poem this morning just made me stop and read it again. Thanks so much for posting it here for everyone to read, but more than that, for naming what the sassosphere may be doing for others: "sustaining new things and helping them by thinking, writing, acting."

I know that it has had a profound impact on me finding my own voice -- which has been both work and play!


The 6th grade kids connected with Flann when one of them asked, "What made you start writing?", and Flann shared, in a very matter of fact manner, that there was unhappiness and darkness in her early life, and that through the writing, she created a safe place for herself. The kids got that. Instantly.


You're quite a champion of my writing/teaching, too, treesta.

The girl who asked the question asked it in such a sweet and sincere way -- I simply could not give a "professional" answer. I answered the same way the question was asked, and in many ways, she helped me to NAME why I had started to write. I'm not certain I had ever really said it out loud before. I could tell the kids "got it" which was tremendously affirming, because I wasn't certain they would. Boy, do I have a lot to learn about kids!


Changing the subject, I read this article the morning.


Two women posted invitations on social media for folks to join them at Oslo's Youngstorget Square to sing the song Children of the Rainbow in response to comments made publicly by the Norwegian mass killer. 4,000 people accepted the invitation. 40,000 people showed up. Good for them.

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