Favorite Places

Here I am in my favorite place: A Bookstore

Yeah just give me a strong cup o' Earl Grey and a couple hours to roam the stacks and you have one happy Diva.

When I live in San Fran we had a corner book store called Christophers. It was so tiny and so filled with books and other good stuff. It was also a dog neighborhood so whenever anyone got a new dog they would go there and they would take a pic of your pup and post it on the front door. You could come back a few months later and ooh and ahh at how big your dog had gotten.

They also had poetry readings. I really miss that. Poetry is one art that needs to be read aloud and preferably by the author.

I went to my first open poetry reading the other night. Actually it was a poetry potluck! I read a couple of my poems for the first time ever to a group of strangers. I guess I was a Poetry Virgin. It felt kinda scary fun to read them. There were some good poets there and I just had the best time and the food was damn good too. There were all ages of poets there from 20 up to 83 years old. Simply fascinating.

Here is a link to a nice place I have found for poetry and pictures, Princess Haiku:

:http://princesshaiku.blogspot.com/

Tiny Bird Edna

here she is with her husband of almost 30 years
On Edna St. Vincent Millay
This little bird woman ate and drank way too much crap. She became a morphine addict and that was just to supplement all the Gin and other doctor prescribed pharmaceutical pain pills she took on a daily basis.
In the video we see the home she lived in for about 20 years. It looks so peaceful. Why was she not able to find any peace there? She was a meteor of shinning womanhood in her day. A star on the level of our singer/dancer Madonna. St. Vincent was a Poet. A hugely famous and for her day, very wealthy poet. She would tour the country and give readings to packed halls and auditoriums. She was loved by America. And yet she died a sad weakened 58 year old recluse.
Oh she had some fun in her day. She had many lovers of both sex and kept some of them as friends till the end. She loved fine clothes and had a special interest in horses. She was such an Amazing woman.
A stone placed for her in St. John the Divine reads: Take up the song; forget the epitaph
She had written this for a friend who had died and in the end it was carved into her own tombstone.
I have been reading her poems lately, she had a voice, unique seducer, oh baby did she have a voice.