Day 10: Portsmouth

Where I woke.

Jeremiah showed us his printing studio and the ocean. Carrie & I read for the fourth and last time in four days. Carrie gave a devastating reading of her short sequence “Pandora’s Star Box.” Word and voice, tenor and vehicle were so fully flush with one another and maybe the duel exhaustion of speaker and listener, the emptying out of driving and ambling so much had something to do with how  all the telescoping the poem does–the moving from the miniscule and fragile to the quasi-eternal and self consuming –was absolutely crushing.

If paper could hold it.

Day 11: Home

I drove home. I had lunch with James and Jess in Albany. It was such a rich lunch.

I drove home.