My column;

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Half done?

Passed the 25,000 word count on my book this morning!

In Seacoast Scene this week;

“Now … bring me that horizon.” ~  Captain Jack Sparrow

By Tammi J Truax

   I’ve been hesitant to write this article. Part of me does not want to turn anyone else on to kayaking on the Seacoast. Selfishly I would like to keep the waterways to myself. The peacefulness of kayaking, what some call the yoga of kayaking, is what drew me to it in the first place. The sensation of becoming one with the water you are riding is a joy, and the quiet one can find on the water to observe wildlife undisturbed always feels healing to me.

      Here on the Seacoast we are most fortunate to be able to try just about every kind of kayaking there is; ocean and river, fast or slow, and from an easy calm water paddle all the way through death defying ocean treks. There is a little something for every one of all ages within the sport of kayaking. While a hot trend the last few years, the kayak is actually an ancient vessel first developed by the natives of the arctic regions of Asia, North America, and Greenland, who perfected the design of the boat as well as “the Eskimo roll”. I read that the husband in each family built the kayak specifically to fit his body using drift wood and bones, while the wife sewed the hides and coated them with animal fat that finished it off. The early boats used seal bladders filled with air to make them buoyant and almost unsinkable. These speedy little boats were well suited for hunting seals and walruses in the frigid arctic waters. In fact, the word kayak means "hunter's boat."

     Eventually, tales of their efficiency reached Europe. Before long Europeans began riding down rivers in kayaks for sport. These countries have many mountain ranges, and the rivers that plunge out of the rocky slopes offer challenging rapids. In 1924 kayaking became an Olympic sport. Kayaking has been a rapidly growing recreational sport in the USA for more than a decade.

     A kayak is a light and narrow one or two person boat one rides facing forward and maneuvers using a double paddle. This is really quite different from canoeing in a number of ways. The shape makes them fast. It also allows the adventurous to do some pretty neat tricks. The kayaker is often sealed into their seat using a skirt which allows wave riding. One can fish from a kayak though storage is limited. Sails can also be attached to them. The competitive can race.

     Among the most popular destinations for kayaking in our region are; Chauncey Creek, the Exeter River, the Lamprey River, Odiorne Point and Great Bay.

     But before you acquire a kayak and venture out on your own you should take the time to learn a few things. Read a good book of introduction, and take a lesson from an experienced kayaker. Lessons are not hard to find around here. Two noteworthy outfits offer lessons for all levels, as well as children’s summer camps. They are Portsmouth Kayak on Wentworth Road in Portsmouth and Plum Island Kayak in Newburyport. Both group and private lessons are available. The YMCA in Portsmouth sometimes offers affordable clinics in the pool which teach all of the basic safety skills needed. EMS offers an excellent array of classes, but seldom in our area.

     Once you understand the basics of kayaking, try out a few different types in several different conditions and places. That is the best way to learn what your personal style of paddling is and what your physical endurance is. One of the best ways to try a few things out is to take a group tour with a rented kayak. Both of the aforementioned businesses offer some wonderful tour options from full moon paddles to seal spotting tours, all the way up to fishing expeditions and Isles of Shoals excursions. The Discovery Center in Stratham offers some very popular educational tours on Great Bay including family paddles. For adults there is a Meet-up group of 850 members called NE Seacoast Paddlers who plan regular group outings that are outlined on their website. Again there are tours suitable for everyone, and having an experienced guide is invaluable.

     Once you have found your style and preferences and have committed to the sport only then is it a good time to buy your own boat. I made the mistake of buying my kayak too soon, and now I need to replace it with something more suitable to my needs. Remember that end-of-season sales can be big money savers. Kayaks are now available in every price range from a simple inflatable version to a hand-crafted wooden masterpiece.

     A few final points to remember; never go out alone, always tell someone where you are going, and always wear a PFD. Couldn’t hurt to remember a local joke too – What do fishermen call kayakers? … Speed bumps. Always boat responsibly.

Food for thought;

http://www.nytimes.com/2011/07/24/books/review/why-writers-belong-in-prison.html?_r=3&nl=books&emc=booksupdateemb3&pagewanted=all

The Gift Writers Give

It has been much too long since I read some Pam Houston.

Here are some inspiring words about inspiration;

The Gift Writers Give

Networking or Prostituting?

      Sandwiched around a delightful but much too brief trip to Cape Cod, I have been surging ahead in the not totally shameless self-promotion that is required of a writer today. I tend to make these changes slowly. Sometimes I have to be drugged and dragged into the present. I joined Twitter. I really didn't want to, finding that Face Book met my needs nicely, but I had been getting a fair amount of pressure from the larger writing community that I needed to. I don't like it much, and still have a bit to learn about it, but I am on there now.
     I also listed myself with a service called Inkubate. (www.inkubate.com) which seems like it could be very worthwhile for the undiscovered. Here in their own words is what they do;


What is Inkubate?

"Inkubate is your portfolio, online. It’s also a marketplace where publishers and agents find new work quickly, organized according to the categories they care about. More importantly, it’s the place where publishers and agents vie for the rights to negotiate with writers like you. You are paid whenever a publisher or agent views one of your excerpts, and when an auction—the object of which is to win the right to negotiate with you—is concluded."

     Lastly, and this was more a result of my old cell receiving a final death blow than a well thought out plan, I bought an iphone 4. I've owned it less than 24 hours and I am already happily utilizing features that will contribute to my work. I love the note taking feature for example, and the simple-to-use calendar. The free kindle app was a big selling point for me too. I'm looking forward to discovering other apps for writers and would love to hear any recommendations....

Getting High Every Morning

     So I want to apologize. I know I have been terribly remiss in my blogging. And I am sorry for that. I do feel bad. But not very. The thing is I have been immersed in a very prolific period. I have been writing like crazy. Can't stop. Most mornings I  am at it by 5 AM. And it's been wonderful. I am having a great time. I've been on a roll, on a tear. I can't stop writing. It might be that I'm mulling over choosing the one right word for an hour, or writing a whole scene in ten minutes. I just can't stop! Even when I'm not at the computer I'm writing. It might look like I'm walking the dog, but I'm writing. It might look like I'm taking a shower, but I'm writing. This morning I had to go pick up my son from his college apartment  in another state and I was writing most of the way. I can be passing a long stretch of Winnebago's on their way to Maine for the Fourth while rocking out to the Allman Brothers and I'm still writing. In fact, if I ran into writer's block right now, I'd just run right over it with big mean monster wheels. Not even stopping to pat it on it's rough little head, even though we have been intimate so many times before.
     So I haven't been stopping to do too many other things. I just want to ride this out as long as it lasts. I do hope it will see me all the way to the end of the novel. I adore the high it gives me. It just might be addictive. I call it a creative buzz, and it's better even than an organic pomegranate cosmopolitan. So if you'll forgive me and excuse me, I've got to go get high again.

This just ...

answered a question I was after, so I thought I'd share it;

http://crofsblogs.typepad.com/fiction/2004/12/how_many_pages_.html

Something I wrote recently that didn't make it to print;

Cup ‘a Chowdah?

By Tammi J Truax

   “… when that smoking chowder came in, the mystery was delightfully explained. Oh, sweet friends! hearken to me. It was made of small juicy clams, scarcely bigger than hazel nuts, mixed with pounded ship biscuit, and salted pork cut up into little flakes; the whole enriched with butter, and plentifully seasoned with pepper and salt. Our appetites being sharpened by the frosty voyage, and in particular, Queequeg seeing his favourite fishing food before him, and the chowder being surpassingly excellent, we despatched it with great expedition...”

     There has been a lot of chat around here lately about chowder. Former-for-a-little-while-governor Sarah Palin tried a bowl at a Seabrook clambake recently. Four thousand less well known people turned out at the 27^th Annual Chowder Festival in Prescott Park on June fourth to sample tastes of thirteen different chowders presented by area restaurants who contributed 500 gallons of their very best in a competition that brings tourists from far and wide to eat what we can have every day.

     The festival culminates in six awards; first through third place chosen by judges, and the paying people, who never agree on the same three. This seems to be the one truth when it comes to chowder. There is no agreement. Never has been. Never will be.

     There is no agreement on the origin of the word chowder. Maybe French. Maybe not.        

     There is no agreement on the origins of the recipe. Often it is said to have migrated south from Newfoundland, but is also attributed to area Native Americans, sometimes the Micmac. Most likely both are somewhat true as there has probably been a chowder of some sort brewing in the pots of seafaring people all over the world throughout history.

     And there is definitely no agreement on what is the best or correct way to prepare chowder. Sometimes there is vehement disagreement. In 1939 a bill was introduced in Maine to outlaw the addition of tomatoes to chowder. Each region of New England, and points beyond, have their own versions, influenced by the ethnicity of the people who settled those regions. The chowder pot is an excellent metaphor for the melting pot.

     They did all start out in the same basic way. A pot of water stewed into as a tasty a broth as providence would allow with salty gifts from the sea. To that was added, in layers, hardtack (or sea biscuit), a flour and water cracker that could be stored somewhat safely for months. If possible onion fried in or with pork fat was added.  Onion was the only acceptable vegetable until rather recently.

     In New Hampshire the availability of dairy products allowed the addition of milk, cream and butter, and eventually hardtack was replaced with potato. For a century or two no one messed with that basic recipe, but culinary adventurousness and global influence have changed all of that and today’s chowders vary widely from your basic baby clam to saffron scallop chowder. There is not even agreement about if clams or quahogs are best.

     Another change is that the fancier the recipe has become the less often we eat it. Chowder used to be a staple of the local diet, both on land and sea. Now it is more likely to be a treat, and with the addition of bacon, butter and cream in copious quantities that is probably just as well. Some of you will remember establishments like Clarence’s Chowder House on Market Street as being favorites for a hearty supper. You can still get a cup of chowder at most local eateries, but it is likely to be an appetizer, and not what you accept as a meal in itself. We are more likely to do so when we make our own, and that isn’t hard to do. Any local fish monger will advise what’s best for chowder today, and may have a pot simmering in the shop. If you are away you can order The Old Salt’s award winning chowder online.

   The overall winner this year was The River House Restaurant on Bow Street, a chowder I have enjoyed. The manager attributes their three year reign to the talent of Chef Gerry Walsh, explaining it takes years of perfecting the right blend of herbs and seafood constructed in a particular order for the proper blend of flavors.                                      

     When making your own chowder ignore any claims that say it is alright to use clams from a can. Whatever seafood is your preference it should be fresh. Clams should be steamed a bit, maybe potatoes too. Onions should be sautéed with garlic, celery and bacon. Milk or cream should be scalded but not boiled so it is always the last addition. I love to add as many fresh herbs as I can lay my hands on and use sherry or wine. Broth should be very thick, but never lumpy like you would get from a can. Chowder should be served warm, not hot, with an artisan bread and a chardonnay or pale ale. I like to make chowder the day after a back yard clam bake using all of the leftovers in the pot which seems to simplify things while being practical and delicious. Those are my rules. What are yours?

     “Chowder for breakfast, and chowder for dinner, and chowder for supper, till you began to look for fish-bones coming through your clothes. The area before the house was paved with clam-shells.”

      ~ Both quotes from Herman Melville’s 1851 Moby Dick.

2011 Chowder Festival Winners

Judges choice             Peoples choice

1^st        The Kitchen                The River House

2^nd        The River House         Captain Hutch’s

3^rd        Jumpin’ Jay’s              Bob’s Clam Hut

     This is superb in its simplicity. Called stew instead of chowder because you mustn’t add vegetables, it really is a chowder. The important distinction regarding chowder is quick cooking time. Soups and stews can be left to simmer for a long time which will ruin any seafood.

Old Fashioned Oyster Stew

2 pints raw shucked local oysters with their liquor
4 tablespoons butter
3 cups milk or half and half
1 shake Tabasco sauce
salt, pepper, and paprika , handful of minced shallots
minced parsley, sliced chives, or sliced green onions

     Be careful to avoid overcooking oysters, which causes them to become tough. Drain the oysters, reserving their liquor. In a large heavy pan over medium heat, melt butter. Sauté shallots. Add oysters and simmer very gently for about 2 to 4 minutes. While the oysters are simmering, in a separate saucepan over low heat, slowly heat the milk/cream, and oyster liquor (do not boil). When the oysters are cooked, slowly add the hot milk mixture to the oysters, stirring gently. Season to taste. Remove from heat. Serve in warm bowls and garnish with greens and herbed oyster crackers.

Herbed Oyster Crackers

1 1/2 tablespoons melted butter

1/4 teaspoon dried thyme, crumbled

1/4 teaspoon dried rosemary, chopped fine

1 1/2 cups oyster crackers

     Toss together and toast on a cookie sheet at 350 for ten minutes.

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My two cents on the local public art conversation;

      Published in the current edition of Seacoast Scene with photos:

Pondering Public Art in Portsmouth

By Tammi J Truax

      Anything that sets a town to talking like the current debate about public art in Portsmouth has done can only be a constructive. First let’s clarify what we are talking about. Public art is defined as art that we encounter as part of the everyday landscape, making it accessible to far more than art displayed in galleries or museums will ever be, and it benefits communities in a variety of ways. Sometimes the art is commissioned by the city, maybe with the input of the people. Sometimes it is guerilla art, like graffiti, though when done without permission, it is usually illegal. Art is always meant to communicate, and sometimes to provoke.

     Public art is not new to Portsmouth. Remember the giant ant in Market Square? Overnight Art sponsors installations every other year by a variety of area artists. The Poet Laureate Program has added several works to the city. The mural behind Gilley’s, painted by John Perry of Wells, was paid for by the city. The Wyland Whaling Wall, one of the most important and site relevant gifts this city has ever received, continues to deteriorate in a shameful state of neglect.

     The Portsmouth Museum of Fine Art recently brought six international street artists who were specifically chosen for the variety and popularity of their work which has been displayed in cities around the world. The MFA says “Street art has its roots in rebellion. Once considered underground … it has over the last thirty years gained acceptance … in the art community.” The current exhibit showcases that work on and off the street. The artists are world renown. Chrzanowski, of Germany, whose outdoor work can be seen at 75 Pleasant and 653 Islington Streets (now vandalized) is widely recognized as possibly the best photorealistic spray paint artist in the world and has developed groundbreaking techniques.

      Much of the criticism of this exhibit is that local artists weren’t included and that the chosen artists didn’t respond to our community. Local artist Bill Paarlberg, whose work many are calling for, responded, “If the Museum wanted a show of graffiti artists, then they were correct to go out and get some known graffiti artists to be in their show.” It isn’t hard to see that some of the artists did respond to their surroundings, especially in Bumblebee’s plain “Bee is for broke” statement painted across a defunct gas station on Islington, and that each responded to their assigned canvas. Participation in one of the several types of tours that the museum offers, including a self guided cell phone tour, is likely to hasten understanding of the artists objectives.

     My teenage son called the exhibit “commissioned graffiti” and claims “it takes all the essence out of the art form”, the guerilla factor being important to him. Yet attendance at the opening reception of this exhibit was remarkable for the wide range of ages in the capacity crowd.

     There is a growing trend we have yet to see here called yarn bombing or grandma graffiti. A global phenomenon, according to Face Book June 11 is International Yarn Bombing Day, when “Fiber artists of the world unite to bring color and beauty to our urban landscape.” (Google it for a delightful gallery tour.) Like commissioned graffiti these knitted works are harmless and/ or temporary. Many are meant to beautify something ugly, like the visiting artist, Chrzanowski, who got started by using abandoned telephone booths and newspaper dispensers and turning them into something else, often with an underlying social commentary. Sometimes they are celebrating something already beautiful, like a doily wrapped tree. Video projection, street installation, and even flash mobs are considered other forms of street art.

     One question that doesn’t seem to be part of the discussion is if Portsmouth is doing enough about public art. Several objectives in the Master Plan make it sound like a priority. We do have an ordinance requiring one percent of the cost of new public construction be spent for public art. Private developers don’t have to bother. Our next exciting installation, a memorial for the African American burying ground downtown by sculptor Jerome Meadows of Georgia (which will incorporate the art of local schoolchildren) is receiving some public funding. It will enhance the city in a multitude of ways for decades to come. His work in cities like Albuquerque and Anchorage attests to that. The outcry about this exhibit calls our commitment to public art into question. Paarlberg asks, “How can a town that requires all its buildings to look like The Greatest Hits of 1820 Red Brick be at the same time one where creativity flourishes? “

     Portsmouth resident and Button Factory based artist Tim Gaudreau commented, “ I think The Portsmouth Museum of Art's recent street exhibition is really provocative in putting new stuff out in our city, but most of the already existing work is quite traditional -- that work seems to function as memorial or commemoration rather than creating statements of exquisite beauty or provocation.”

      Portsmouth could look to Newburyport as an example of what public art can do for a city. Gaudreau is one of several artists who are making a sustainable garden and pedestrian path along their Rail Trail. It was designed to heal a hurt piece of land and to strengthen the public’s relationship with nature. Among its many features are two grass couches that will function as living park furniture created by Gaudreau. A real green and interactive park, nothing at all like the costly and gray “green space” recently appearing on Ceres Street. Newburyport’s vast array of permanent public art can be inspirational to us all.

For More Information:

www.portsmouthmfa.org

www.cityofnewburyport.com

www.sustainablecitiescollective.com

There Are No Rules

If I had an e-book I would do this. I confess that I'm starting to cave. I've been having a strong desire to buy my kids the Nook lately. Not for me, for them. But it is starting to seem that the e-book is inevitable. I have said before, "You can have my hard copy book when you pry it from my cold dead hands." And I meant it when I said it. They, paper pages bound together within a lovely cover that I can cuddle up with, will always be my preference, but I am beginning to accept that some of our information, in the not too distant future, will only come to us in this form. That actually takes choice out of the equation. Like it or not.

There Are No Rules - 5 Free E-Books Every Writer Needs

I found this to be

worth sharing.
     Poet and editor Nate Pritts was quoted in a recent issue of Writer's Digest as saying, "... keep the faith. I think you need to do something that you know is right and keep doing it until everyone else is convinced, too. And I suppose I would encourage poets to realize that writing a poem is a small portion of what they owe to poetry. A poet doesn't just write poems. A poet starts a journal or starts a press. A poet gives a reading or organizes a reading. A poet reads poems - thousands of them. A poet cares about your poem as they care about their own."
     I am keeping the faith.

Hugh A. Harter, doctor of letters | SeacoastOnline.com

A tribute for a friend;

Hugh A. Harter, doctor of letters | SeacoastOnline.com

Wouldn't I have loved to be in the room

for this conversation?!

http://studentactivism.net/2011/05/20/

     And here is one of my favorite quotes on writing;

     "You write in order to change the world ... if you alter, even by a millimeter, the way people look at reality, then you can change it."
 ~ James Baldwin

And of course you know her famous quote on changing the world;

      "Never doubt that a small group of thoughtful, committed, citizens can change the world. Indeed, it is the only thing that ever has."
 ~ Margaret Mead

     This is the book the kid is talking about;

Building Bridges Real and Imagined

NHPR.org - Building Bridges Real and Imagined

        Last night I attended a talk given by Katherine Paterson, a remarkably prolific writer, primarily for children, whose work you are surely familiar with, and was fortunate to be invited to a more intimate reception for the author before the lecture, because of my work with Connections (described in the link above).
      I didn't expect much of the reception, figured it would be the usual rather boring mix-up of a group of people reflecting a lack of diversity listening to obligatory remarks and noshing on crudite' and cheeses. Instead, though I didn't get to meet the author, I had a very interesting time.  The setting was stunning to me, a law firm with a beautifully designed sky-lit atrium punctuated at one end with a massive spiral staircase. The other end, where we were milling about, held the only non-modern object in the space; a Revere bell that had once hung in The Stark Mill in downtown Manchester pealing people to work with a 4:30 AM ringing. I was rather impressed with all of that but what I loved the most was the diversity of people in attendance. From a NH supreme court justice and assorted political protege' to young refugee participants in the Connections program, everyone coming together to celebrate promoting literacy in the state of New Hampshire. Then, a surprise, I had a chat with my freshman high school English teacher. A first for me. We reminisced a bit about The Lottery, a story she had us enact in the ninth grade, (when I was the age my daughter is now) and I remembered rudely raising my hand and saying "I want to get stoned!", and that one day during silent reading time while I perused a magazine she had left out for us, I came across an article exploring Springsteen's lyrics, and I became enthralled with the poetic power of words right there in my plastic chair, and haven't been the same since. I told her that, and she told me that she was 21 then and it was her first year of teaching. I hope it was a nice moment for her too.
     Then we all made our way over to the beautiful Palace Theater, where I saw my first Shakespearean play at about the same time that I discovered Bruce's lyrics. (The latter would remain my bard of choice.)  The talk given by Mrs. Paterson was quite interesting. She made me laugh and frown, which I think is the mark of a well-rounded speech. She got those reactions from me because she is a truth teller which I guess is what all writers are.
     She said that the best advice she had ever received as a writer was to rewrite if you don't see any of yourself in your villain until you do, otherwise s/he won't be a complete character. Here are the books I bought at the event, there are many more I still want to get to. And I have never seen the film version of Bridge to Terabithia which I am now intrigued with.



     I was interested in the subject matter of Lyddie and started it as soon as I got home. I bought Flip-flop Girl for my daughter but will probably read it too. The picture book of her interpretation of Saint Francis of Assisi's Canticle of the Creatures was just an irresistible purchase. It is everything a picture book should be. I bought the last one, The Spying Heart: More Thoughts on Reading and Writing for Children for obvious reasons, I want more guidance from Mrs. Paterson who, though she begs to differ, certainly does know what she is doing.

On Partners

http://latimesblogs.latimes.com/washington/2011/05/obama-poetry-night-white-house.html

      There they are. And at least they got noticed, even if it was mostly negative press coverage.

     I added something new to my writing regimen yesterday. I now have a fiction writing  partner, and we met for work-shopping for the first time yesterday. I think there is no question that this is going to be a very productive partnership. I completely concede that I wouldn't have gotten the work done (on a new novel idea) if I hadn't had the deadline of our meeting (though I must confess that I did not meet the five page quota I was supposed to). And the sharing, discussing and critiquing, of each others work is, of course, invaluable. Today I revised the piece and added quite a bit to it. Best of all, is that my writing partner is quite talented, and I'm really looking forward to watching his growth as a writer. There is no doubt in my mind that this is going to be fun and rewarding, and I will meet my quota next time. I am much more inspired to do so.

poetry night | Nikki Schwab | Yeas & Nays | Washington Examiner

      Man, I wish I was invited to this party! A poetry party at the White House.  Still, I am so very happy that my president and first lady are having it. The connection she is making with schoolchildren so that they may benefit from the event too, is under-appreciated. And did you see the photo of the president reading Chicka Chicka Boom Boom!? I'll post it for you. Wish I could hear that too. Can you hear me sighing?

Obamas to hold White House poetry night | Nikki Schwab | Yeas & Nays | Washington Examiner

This is a program...

worth supporting. Plus I love the poems about boys!

http://www.youtube.com/user/GirlsWriteNow

http://youtu.be/7nxFnRuBMW8?hd=1

Neil English: Model T truck driving poet, preacher, carpenter, peace maker | SeacoastOnline.com

Neil English: Model T truck driving poet, preacher, carpenter, peace maker | SeacoastOnline.com

Was I too quick to cancel my print subscription?

Was I too quick to cancel my print subscription?

I didn't get the Sunday paper and I have been absolutely jonesing all day long! Really, even feel irritable, like an addict deprived.
Then I read this from the CSM and now I want you to read it too.
When was the last time you got your hands dirty?

This morning's column...

Nancy Hill: 'This is a city that loves and nurtures the arts' | SeacoastOnline.com
Later we'll talk about use of the pronoun I....

Children's Literacy: See Spot Surf the Web

     I read an interesting piece in the Sunday Boston Globe yesterday about the death of the printed book. This is not news to anyone of course, and something we've all seen coming, and some of us have been anguishing over, for a long time. I find these reports distressing and depressing most of the time. What I liked about the piece yesterday (I'm sorry I have forgotten the author) was that I was left with one very hopeful feeling. The author said that children's books were not on death row, that the creation and sales of good children's literature was and will remain strong. I needed to hear that having long been a proponent of the myriad joys and benefits of reading to small children (as well as a writer of children's stories). Hearing that did my heart a world of good.
     Follow that this morning by this interesting piece from NPR about the changing world of children's literature;

http://www.npr.org/2011/03/28/134663712/childrens-book-apps-a-new-world-of-learning

     The conclusion I have come to is that the situation is really the same as it is for adults, it is just far more important to understand the consequences for children. The fact is we are talking about two different kinds of literacy. All children, every single one of them, need to be both print and digitally literate. Each is a different set of skills that requires exposure to an abundance of quality literacy of both types, the printed word and the digital word. Each requires the brain to operate in a different way, and both are best learned in developmentally appropriate ways during early childhood. One will never replace the other, and never again will only one suffice for later success. Mastery of digital literacy always has been and always will be dependent on print literacy making the picture and early story books more important than ever, but the importance of digital literacy for children probably can not even be imagined by the confines of what we know today.
     My stubborn attitude of refusing to even look at an e-book is actually a childish indulgence no child can afford, or be asked, to make.

Poets on Poetry

http://www.poets.org/viewmedia.php/prmMID/20035

       I found this  piece from poets.org quite interesting. It caused me to reflect a bit on whether or not I follow Horace's advice for poets written hundreds of years ago, and on whether or not it is still sound advice. I'm happy to say I think that I do and it is. His counsel was to, " read widely, strive for precision, and seek honest criticism". Still, upon deeper reflection, I am sure that I can and should be doing better at all three. In writing, as I imagine in all professions, there is, and always should be, room for improvement. So please excuse me now while I get to that. I especially want to study a poem the author mentioned by Sharon Olds poem, which I will copy below;

Take the I Out

But I love the I, steel I-beam that my father sold. They poured the pig iron into the mold, and it fed out slowly, a bending jelly in the bath, and it hardened, Bessemer, blister, crucible, alloy, and he marketed it, and bought bourbon, and Cream of Wheat, its curl of butter right in the middle of its forehead, he paid for our dresses with his metal sweat, sweet in the morning and sour in the evening. I love the I, frail between its flitches, its hard ground and hard sky, it soars between them like the soul that rushes, back and forth, between the mother and father. What if they had loved each other, how would it have felt to be the strut joining the floor and roof of the truss? I have seen, on his shirt-cardboard, years in her desk, the night they made me, the penciled slope of her temperature rising, and on the peak of the hill, first soldier to reach the crest, the Roman numeral I-- I, I, I, I, girders of identity, head on, embedded in the poem. I love the I for its premise of existence--our I--when I was born, part gelid, I lay with you on the cooling table, we were all there, a forest of felled iron. The I is a pine, resinous, flammable root to crown, which throws its cones as far as it can in a fire.