Reading about Emily Dickinson yesterday (in relation to Boston and place as poetics, as well as to Sylvia, opening scene of the film's title superimposed on trees outside of Boston somewhere): "After the first book she thought in ecstacy, 'This then is a book! And there are more of them!'"
Antonia Palacios and Elizabeth Schon, likewise, write for Caracas as a 20th century universe. Each street or avenue a novel, possible re-writing of the city. From a computer seat, timed hour, lined notebook. Allston, Massachusetts is Brazil in the window signs w/ a music's clear intent. Venezuela (repetition) in my case.
What could be said about Martha Kornblith's reading of Plath in Caracas of the early to mid 1990s? With a bored glance, Kornblith flourishing a scholar's patient library, wading through fear.
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