|A Los Angeles Childhood - Poetry Workshop, American University, Paris, Jours 13-18|
|Monday, 20 August 2012 19:58|
I have been to Paris ten times, five of which I have rented the same apartment at 32 rue Gay Lussac, two blocks from Luxembourg Gardens and Boulevard St. Michel, six blocks from my favorite gelato store Amorino. I have three buses within a two-block radius and great green grocers, Mason Marie right across the street. Last year I found that the boulangerie across the street made gluten free breads and the taxi stand, which I walked to every morning to get to the poetry workshop was three blocks away. Each morning was rain. I decided the luxury I would give myself is taking a taxi there and then the buses 63 and 27 back to the apartment.
The whole workshop process was wonderful, freeing and I found myself highly productive after not writing poetry for about 10 years while I worked on and finished my memoir.
I have been working, and I admit slowly on the second memoir, JUST NOW: THE ALZHEIMERS JOURNAL. This is about my family's Alzheimer’s and Dementia. It started with my Bubbie, my father's mother who had what they frequently called senility. For me, the studying began when I was 2 1/2 and time travel was nothing too surprising, being in the past, then the present and sliding back and forth so gently that it all held together for a young child. So when I was much older and my father started developing Dementia, the process was not too hard for me to understand. It was like going back to your old hometown when you had been away for a while only that while may only be a period of a month or two.
Poems about my mother, father and grandmother came forward. I was able to finish a poem that takes place in Santa Fe and the city is a character. This particular poem had been mulching for way over a year.
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