You'd think with my massive verbiage I'd remember what I am doing here and articulate. I forgot to say to my interviewer, Jill Battson, for Pasatiempo that I am looking at these two years as a a chance to practice what I believe in. New Mexico is my turf, and instead of trying to be national, I have wanted to be of use locally. I have read poems at weddings, funerals, and baby showers. I have written occasional poems for some events such as my son's wedding.
Not able to eat totally as a locavore, I write out of New Mexico as my Museum of Modern Art, my left bank. The United States is so huge, that one state could be Germany and another Belgium. When I first met fellow Pittsburgher, Gerald Stern, I overheard him saying. "Any place can be Paris!" I have been flirting,and I mean only flirting, with the idea of reading only local authors for a year.
I don't think I can do it. I mean, the New Yorker alone would be too much temptation and deprivation.
Or to not read poets from other states and lands. I can't live a year without Emily Dickinson, Stephen Dunn, or Linda Gregg.
Coming up is the Women Author's Festival, year number three. I'll be there and get to intro Anne Lamott.
To live a year without reading her would be like a year without salt. So, I will be living la Vida Local in my own way. If you want to join me, look at the archive for August and see my Dates to Date.
WRITE LOCALLY, SHOP LOCALLY, DREAM LOCALLY, LOVE LOCALLY,
READ LOCALLY, DANCE LOCALLY, AND SING LOCALLY.