Broad Abroad
As you, my dear bloggerissimo may have noticed, this blog has a few categories:
* Maid Public, for my publications
* All Codes Lead to Roam, for Internet news and links
* A Blog is a Blog is a Blog, for misc. ramblings
and now introducing....Broad Abroad, for anything Holy Shamrock!-I'm-living-in-Ireland related.
Here are a few items for this first post:
1. Saw some Restoration drama at the Abbey. Felt other-than-mother, even wore my little black dress and left the baboo with the Granny. Oh sweet relief!
2. Stood for an hour waiting for the 15A. One stopped midway through our wait, but the door wasn't wide enough to accommodate a buggy. The wind blew. The rain pelted. The woman cursed.
3. It's raining. The sun's out. It's raining. A rainbow!
4. Toddler and parent group at the local Prod church. Now the baboo has a cold.
5. Have not been to a poetry reading since hearing Paul Muldoon and Nuala Ni Dhomhnail read from her latest book a month or so back. The reading was a conjuring of mermaids, all candles, shadows, and solemnity. Except the baboo chirruping. But did recenly share some pancakes with poet Paul Perry and his wee daughter.
Here are some audio files of poems, Paul Perry's and others:
Dedalus Press Audio Room
6. Miss teaching. But at least am leading a one-off reading group at the local library on Paul Durcan.
7. My latest idea: A toddler and parent group for poets. I'm going to approach the Poetry Ireland people and see what they think. That way, the baboo and I can gather with others, and she can talk blocks, and I can talk poems. Would be good, yes?
Baboo become Baboon. Wild-eyed. Must go bloggerissimo!
* Maid Public, for my publications
* All Codes Lead to Roam, for Internet news and links
* A Blog is a Blog is a Blog, for misc. ramblings
and now introducing....Broad Abroad, for anything Holy Shamrock!-I'm-living-in-Ireland related.
Here are a few items for this first post:
1. Saw some Restoration drama at the Abbey. Felt other-than-mother, even wore my little black dress and left the baboo with the Granny. Oh sweet relief!
2. Stood for an hour waiting for the 15A. One stopped midway through our wait, but the door wasn't wide enough to accommodate a buggy. The wind blew. The rain pelted. The woman cursed.
3. It's raining. The sun's out. It's raining. A rainbow!
4. Toddler and parent group at the local Prod church. Now the baboo has a cold.
5. Have not been to a poetry reading since hearing Paul Muldoon and Nuala Ni Dhomhnail read from her latest book a month or so back. The reading was a conjuring of mermaids, all candles, shadows, and solemnity. Except the baboo chirruping. But did recenly share some pancakes with poet Paul Perry and his wee daughter.
Here are some audio files of poems, Paul Perry's and others:
Dedalus Press Audio Room
6. Miss teaching. But at least am leading a one-off reading group at the local library on Paul Durcan.
7. My latest idea: A toddler and parent group for poets. I'm going to approach the Poetry Ireland people and see what they think. That way, the baboo and I can gather with others, and she can talk blocks, and I can talk poems. Would be good, yes?
Baboo become Baboon. Wild-eyed. Must go bloggerissimo!
posted by Heidi Lynn Staples at 6:09 AM
www.heidilynnstaples.com
1 Comments:
I love the idea of a poets and toddlers group. Did you approach PI about it? I would have loved it when mine were toddling. They're teenagers now. The National Gallery do an art with buggies morning that's supposed to be great. Check that out for ideas.
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