Here we are at Sewanee. Before I came, I had hopes of blogging on a near-daily basis. Now, I realize that there's no way that's going to happen. So this will be quick and disconnected as I'm a mere 20 minutes away from my 1-on-1 conference with Dave Smith. Fragments follow.
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Wildlife abounds. In late-night gallivants across the campus, I've seen herds (packs? flocks? tribes?) of deer, a family of racoons crawling into a sewage drain, and rabbits big and small, among other things.
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Richard Wilbur read the other night. It was, needless to say, amazing. He read one my favorites. I bumped his chair at the French house last night. He smiled in my vicinity.
Other striking readings, to name a few of all the great ones we've had so far: David Roderick, Wyatt Pruny, and Claudia Emerson (complete with a murder ballad sing-a-long at the end).
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My liver will have a hard time forgiving me for these two weeks.
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I'm overwhelmed by the number of talented people around me.
4 comments:
It is overwhelming. I was a Williams Scholar there in 1992.
It's exhausting, but there's no where else I'd rather be right now.
I believe it was a tribe, Luke--a tribe of deer leaving the chapel late at night. In fact, I can still hear the careful rhythms of their hooves on that cool marble. And wasn't it crazy the way they all looked both ways before crossing?
Luke, don't you just love it up on The Mountain! It's one of my favourite places in the WORLD!! I hope the last few days are really great, but we are super stoked about your return!!
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