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Small assistance toward a focused aim:
At the girls' school in the village of Ghari Habibibullah, Pakistan, 250 students were killed, more than 500 injured, and the school was completely demolished. Similar catastrophes happened in villages all over the region...
Girls' schools were often beacons of hope and implicit progress in a region dominated by fundamentalist Islam, and rebuilding these schools is likely to be at the bottom of the political agenda. So Working Assets has launched a campaign to support rebuilding girls' schools in Pakistan and India--and we're asking for your help to make sure that this tragedy does not mean girls in the region will lose access to educational opportunities. With local materials and labor, your donations will go a long way.
You can contribute $5 or $10 here.
12 OCT 05
I don't want to keep a diary
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In Tunisia. Oversleeping. I was surprised when it snowed. Didn't see anything different yet about the light.
After that I was with Frank, we were trying to find a lightbulb. It turned out that just over a sand dune there was a lightbulb store.
8 OCT 05
Every blog is manned (so to speak) by a character created by the fusion of (& friction between) the writer and the form. I don't think I can really know people through the things they make, but by reading, say, Amy King's blog, I can get acquainted with more personal aspects of her public character. This gives me (among other pleasures) an additional entryway into her poems.
With artists of all kinds I've always sought this--it's like a kitchen door, as opposed to the front door of their work. The kitchen door is available through interviews and magazine articles, biography and published notebooks--and now (if an artist has the bent) through blogs. Keeping a blog myself provides back steps and an old screen/storm door for anyone with that kind of interest in my work. Strangely, it offers something in that vein to me as well, as I'm curious about the interior life of my own public character.
"How can another see into me…without my being able to see in there myself?" (Derrida)
I think I can use my blog to see into my public character, in order to "thoroughly inhabit the role," like a method actor. Is this crazy? I have a project in mind, still a few years off, that calls for research, interviews, critical analysis, and (for balance) some overt memoir. It's totally beyond me but I'm hoping that, by then, it won't be beyond her. I believe that character is the one who will be able to write the book.
I imagine you asking me how "being real" enters into this. I think of an afternoon when Max helped our neighbor Steve install a gutter on the overhang of his new porch. It was mid-December. That morning, Steve had taken his kids to see Santa Claus down at the mall. Max asked him, "Was it the real Santa?" Without hesitation or irony, Steve said, "They're all the real Santa."
6 OCT 05
I knew it was a bad idea. I can't keep a diary for 2 weeks straight, and am (as you know) an erratic correspondent ("nothing happens much and when it does I don't want to talk about it"). For some reason, that didn't stop me. Thinking of your question "What's it for?"--I'm so used to following my work around, needing to trust it, doing things without knowing why (the artist's lot), I don't think I asked myself that question until I was already in.
Then I exchanged some emails with Anne Boyer and Laura Carter on the subject "Why blog?" (I'd written to Laura when she closed her blog-shop temporarily, and to Anne about viewing the blog as art--I'll get back to this). Soon after, Reb Livingston posted a list of Ways a Writer Can Make Use of Blogging. I related to those--especially the desire for community--and to Shanna's comment: "It's just like putting up a sign...'hey, I'm over here and some of my stuff is over there.'" The stuff (bio, poems, book, scheduled readings, audio) would be at the website, the person would be at the blog. Or maybe not the person but the character created by the person. The greeter. The ambassador.
Well okay, more on this later. Time to have some dinner, the lost meal. I laughed at your description of what's on your fridge. We cleaned everything off of ours the other night--we start over when a big job gets finished. So right now there's only a newly printed, clean October calendar, a bunch of science-catalog disc magnets, and a lone 3x5 card that says "Sometimes I forget I'm as good as Ben Franklin" (which might have some bearing on our topic).
2 OCT 05