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Monday, June 25, 2007

Harvard Square

I leave Hall Farm on Saturday. But my flight doesn't leave until Sunday morning.

Another resident is going to drive me to Boston. I reserved a room for Saturday night at the Hotel @ MIT, which is very close to Harvard Square.

I've never been to Harvard Square. What sites and stores would you recommend?

Tuesday, June 19, 2007

Postcard Bits

I went into town today. I had to buy soap, and some Pepsi. I'm going through cola withdrawls.
Thanks: Simmons, Deb, Kelli, Rebecca L., Matthew, Juana, and Ivy for the postcards!
Simmons asks if Hall Farm Center is a farm or center. Well, it's not a farm. There's no crops or livestock. No farming implements around. I'm the only ho around.

Hall Farm is an arts center. Library, wifi, lit festival in the fall, high school outreach programs, artists-in-residence.
Deb asks if one can purchase ketchup in Vermont. Odd question, no? Maybe she has some stock in Heinz. Ketchup is abundant as grass in Vermont! Though I hardly touch the stuff. I'm a vegan. Wait...
I think I'm misspelling "ketchup."
Rebecca L.'s postcard had a Supergirl stamp. Very cool.
I'm still trying to pick out two more books but I know I'm going to be teaching two books written by bloggers. Matthew Thorburn's Subject to Change, and Aimee Nez's At the Drive-In Volcano.

I'm going to use four recent individual books of poetry and one mid-priced anthology in my workshop.
Congrats to Sandra B. and Brandi H. on their recent good news! Yeah!
It was very hot today.
Oh, I can see the chef cooking dinner from up here. Oh, boy! She's making strawberry shortcake for dessert.

Friday, June 15, 2007

In the Navy

Today I got into a kayak and paddled myself across the pond!

Tuesday, June 12, 2007


Another day. Another rainstorm.
Waking up to birdsong is nice. For a day or two. But now the chirping and trilling is getting on my nerves. I wish these birds would get the flu or something. Sore throats would shut them up.
For breakfast I had some leftovers from dinner. Corncakes smothered in homemade chilli with a bit of sour cream and salsa on top. So good. So freaking good.
Coffee machine is on.
Thank you: Suzanne, Corn Shake, and Mr. Maxton for the postcards and notes!
I will post photographs soon.
Okay, I don't want to sound ungrateful, but this my second residency and the second time I've been given a live-in studio. I really want to work in a studio, away from a bed and a night stand stacked with books and junk. I want to wake up in the moring and walk to a studio -- I want to walk to work.
Mmm. The coffee smells so good.
Sad but true: I've been re-reading some Calvin and Hobbes paperbacks, and I find myself lusting after the father. Yes, you read that correctly.
Two nights ago we made a fire near the pond. Well, I didn't make it. Some other people did. I just enjoyed it. Some of the residents made smores. I just roasted a couple of marshmellows. Nice time. But now I smell like smoke.
Whoa! The sun just burst through the clouds. Sunlight is quickly warming my hands as I type.

Friday, June 08, 2007

One Week

I've been here a week already. A week??!!

I'm writing from the computer in the loft of the barn. My clothes are in the dryer downstairs.

So far I've read two novels, one short story collection, and about ten books of poems.

It might rain soon. The wind is tossing leaves against the windows. It's been muggy all day.

Mary Oliver would love it up here. She would write her fingers off.

I tried to email Cornshake about her beautiful new baby but my AOL mail is acting up. It just wouldn't send emails.

I hope you're writing me postcards. John, I got yours. Thanks.

Today a title of a new poem came to me. And the last two lines came right after the title.

My floorboards are so creaky! At first I thought they creaked alot because I'm a big boy. But I often hear the floorboards creak in the bedroom next to mine. And the poet in that bedroom is a skinny woman.

I just went downstairs. My clothes are still wet.

In the morning I stood near the edge of the pond. I spotted a frog half-submerged in the water. I tore some leaves off a plant, and I tossed them at the frog. I wanted to make it leap out of the water. The frog just ignored the leaves. I tossed some pebbles at the frog and nothing. Damn! It was on! I wasn't going to let a frog make a punk out of me! I bent down and found a stick. I approached the frog. Its throat bubbled. I poked it with the stick, and it leaped! Very high. It leaped into deeper water, and swam away.

Wednesday, June 06, 2007

Hall Farm Bits

I'm here. High atop a hill. Surrounded by trees.

It's taken me a few days to adjust to the landscape, the humdity, and the time difference.

The pond looks so inviting. Though I hear there are leeches near the shore. But I will still swim in there. When it gets warmer. It's chilly right now, and it's been raining on and off for the past few days.

I like the rain.

Too bad I've been sleeping through my days. I stay up all night reading and reading.

I have a live-in studio. It's on the second floor of the farmhouse. Sloped roof. Wide floorboards painted white. Sunlight.

Cell phones don't work here at all. I had to buy a phonecard to call home.

Dinners are amazing: grape leaves stuffed with rice and kale, fruit cobbler, mushroom and chicken burritos, grilled moz. cheese salads, coconut and carrot soup, bell peppers stuffed with ricotta, homemade chicken pot pie.

There's a cute little dog here. He belongs to another resident.

I wake up to the sound of birdsong.

And there's a family of woodchucks that live around the farmhouse.

We're isolated. The closest "big" town is 30 miles away. And the walk down to the highway is steep. 900 feet.

If the spirit moves you, I would love to get some notes and postcards. Send to:

Eduardo C. Corral
c/o Hall Farm Center
392 Hall Drive
Townshend, VT