Sarah Wrote That

A good October for maples—it must have been. I did not think: next October will be faded.I thought: this is October in this town.Kitchen staff skateboarded the two a.m. parking spotsof the restaurant that would be sued out of the next year.My friend had so much furniture (she admitted)that she had not vacuumed since moving in.Only happy sounds rang up the pipesfrom the apartment she would vacate by springI was already planning poorly for,in a red chair on a Friday with no parties,taking a mood for an era.

A good October for maples—it must have been.
I did not think: next October will be faded.
I thought: this is October in this town.
Kitchen staff skateboarded the two a.m. parking spots
of the restaurant that would be sued out of the next year.
My friend had so much furniture (she admitted)
that she had not vacuumed since moving in.
Only happy sounds rang up the pipes
from the apartment she would vacate by spring
I was already planning poorly for,
in a red chair on a Friday with no parties,
taking a mood for an era.

Elizabeth Taylor, In Memorium: Who's Afraid of Virginia Woolf (1966)

I updated and expanded my piece on Who’s Afraid of Virginia Woolf? for A Bright Wall in Dark Room’s Elizabeth Taylor, In Memorium:

Elizabeth Taylor gets top billing in Who’s Afraid of Virginia Woolf?, ahead of Richard Burton. With its release only a few years after their affair on the set of Cleopatra, it may have been difficult from the first not to regard it as being about Elizabeth Taylor and Richard Burton; as a stormy through-the-looking-glass portrayal of the tabloid versions of them, demonstrating some mismatch of proper, middle-class America and the willfulness, cocktail party wit, indulgence, and failure expected of Hollywood stars (George and Martha, the farthest things from stars, argue about a picture they have trouble remembering).

February to March

February to March

UMass grads, see what you’ve done? (Durham, Mihok, I’m looking at you).
[Forbes via The Daily What]

UMass grads, see what you’ve done? (Durham, Mihok, I’m looking at you).

[Forbes via The Daily What]

If You’re In Northampton And Thinking Of Living In That Tudorish Building On Prospect Street

Someone has chalked “C.H.U.D.s” on the sidewalk in front of it, with an arrow pointing towards the front door. So, you know. Laundry in the basement might not be an advantage.

Except for Friday evening, the wind has been gusting here for five days.  Thursday afternoon some of our graduating writers gave a reading outdoors at the UMass Renaissance Center.

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Since Saturday, things have leafed out so much here that in the early morning and evening, when the sun is behind the trees, there is a quality of light that was impossible at the end of last week, a green-walled light with shadows in new places. As if overnight we’d traveled hundreds of miles while asleep.

Signs Of A Spring Weekend

Scent of flowers with none visible
Kayaks and canoes tied to car roofs
School bus, windows down and kids screaming “Land of 1,000 Dances”