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Elizabeth W. Garber
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How a Poet turned to Prose: Discovering a Memoir
The ad in the paper read as follows:
Wanted: Poet Laureate of Belfast, Maine. Qualifications: Be Belfastian, clever, productive, thoughtful, elegant, colorful, worldly, and a well worded poet to express and convey a vision of Belfast.
I applied, and in 2006, I was named the Poet Laureate of my small town of 6,000 souls on the coast of Maine. I took my post seriously. I felt my job was to embody th Read more of this blog post »
Wanted: Poet Laureate of Belfast, Maine. Qualifications: Be Belfastian, clever, productive, thoughtful, elegant, colorful, worldly, and a well worded poet to express and convey a vision of Belfast.
I applied, and in 2006, I was named the Poet Laureate of my small town of 6,000 souls on the coast of Maine. I took my post seriously. I felt my job was to embody th Read more of this blog post »
“ON A VAST SMOOTH BEACH ON NANTUCKET IN 1959, my father slipped a grey stone into my hand, saying, “Close your eyes. Feel the stone.” The stone was cool and silky like Grandmother’s kid gloves. He asked, “What color is it?” Any child might say grey, or think this was a silly question and say, “Oh, Daddy, let’s run” and laugh as she left footprints in the sand. But I was not any child. I was Woodie Garber’s little girl, a modern architect’s daughter, and I knew he did not want a simple answer. At five years old, I had already found comfort in the private way we saw the world. I had to discover a magic answer that would please him.”
― Implosion: A Memoir of an Architect's Daughter
― Implosion: A Memoir of an Architect's Daughter
“I suggest that the only books that influence us are those for which we are ready, and which have gone a little further down our particular path than we have yet gone ourselves.”
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“Some people, I am told, have memories like computers, nothing to do but punch the button and wait for the print-out. Mine is more like a Japanese library of the old style, without a card file or an indexing system or any systematic shelf plan. Nobody knows where anything is except the old geezer in felt slippers who has been shuffling up and down those stacks for sixty-nine years. When you hand him a problem he doesn't come back with a cartful and dump it before you, a jackpot of instant retrieval. He finds one thing, which reminds him of another, which leads him off to the annex, which directs him to the east wing, which sends him back two tiers from where he started. Bit by bit he finds you what you want, but like his boss who seems to be under pressure to examine his life, he takes his time.”
― The Spectator Bird
― The Spectator Bird
