tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-363981132024-03-19T08:56:01.099-04:00The Urban MermaidMy glittery trail
Urban Mermaidhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03274283101893397385noreply@blogger.comBlogger46193125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36398113.post-17558875467517106202024-03-19T08:44:00.004-04:002024-03-19T08:46:58.235-04:00Black Fleece hat<p>One of the things that makes me edgy is when I can't find my hat. I have worn my periwinkle hat most of the winter but it was time to wash it so I searched for my black fleece hat, the hat that I've had for 29 years. Thanks to the committee of sleep, in the shower this morning I suddenly remembered that I wore my black fleece hat under my huge red
fleece hat during the long cold wait for our participation in the Brockton Parade. I had changed into my milkman hat at the last minute so they were stashed with the band hats. I'm so happy! I will keep them in the winter hats and gloves drawer where they belong.</p>Urban Mermaidhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03274283101893397385noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36398113.post-20199777561617304832024-03-19T06:19:00.004-04:002024-03-19T06:23:28.931-04:00In Vermont, ‘Town Meeting’ is democracy embodied. What can the rest of the country learn from it?<p></p><blockquote><p> “Forced civility.” Frank Bryan, a retired University of Vermont
professor who wrote a book about town meetings, coined that term to
describe the way people dealing with disagreements in person are
compelled to recognize each other’s common humanity in a way that
larger-scale political interactions do not allow.</p><p><a href="https://apnews.com/article/democracy-town-meeting-vermont-elections-civility-elmore-11d7d1b63037d054506e77e261aff87c" target="_blank">Article </a></p></blockquote>Urban Mermaidhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03274283101893397385noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36398113.post-33381070625459924362024-03-19T05:53:00.002-04:002024-03-19T05:55:56.150-04:00Spring Equinox: An equinox is an event in which a planet’s subsolar point passes through its Equator.<p><a href="https://education.nationalgeographic.org/resource/equinox/" target="_blank"></a></p><blockquote><p><a href="https://education.nationalgeographic.org/resource/equinox/" target="_blank">Article</a></p><p>Although the equinoxes are as close to this <span class="cursor-pointer text-nowrap glossified-term" data-test-id="glossified" tabindex="0">phenomenon</span> as happens on Earth, even during the equinoxes day and night aren’t exactly equal. This is largely due to atmospheric <span class="cursor-pointer text-nowrap glossified-term" data-test-id="glossified" tabindex="0">refraction</span>. Atmospheric refraction describes the way light seems to bend or <span class="cursor-pointer text-nowrap glossified-term" data-test-id="glossified" tabindex="0">deviate</span> from a straight line as it passes through Earth’s <span class="cursor-pointer text-nowrap glossified-term" data-test-id="glossified" tabindex="0">atmosphere</span>. Atmospheric refraction is a result of increasing air <span class="cursor-pointer text-nowrap glossified-term" data-test-id="glossified" tabindex="0">density</span>, which decreases the <span class="cursor-pointer text-nowrap glossified-term" data-test-id="glossified" tabindex="0">velocity</span> of light through the air. Due to atmospheric refraction, we are able to see the sun minutes before it actually rises and sets. </p></blockquote>Urban Mermaidhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03274283101893397385noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36398113.post-41110092722254004992024-03-19T05:40:00.003-04:002024-03-19T08:55:29.051-04:00Big Soup: Collard Greens Garlic Onion Ginger Celery Carrots Corn Shredded Pork Wine Chipotle Sauce Olive Oil<p>My soups are improvisations made from what I have on hand...</p><p>This is what I used: two bunches of collard greens, clove of peeled garlic, 5 sprouted onions, whole ginger root, chopped head of celery, chopped pound of carrots frozen corn (added after), frozen shredded pork, splash of jug Chianti, chipotle sauce, olive oil, salt.<br /></p><p>I loaded it all into a big Instant pot (pressure cooker) with water and leftover frozen block of pork stock and cooked it for an hour. We had some for supper. It was delicious. <br /></p>Urban Mermaidhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03274283101893397385noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36398113.post-50664220762684040712024-03-19T05:21:00.006-04:002024-03-19T05:21:47.244-04:00There is only one way: Go within. <blockquote><p><span style="white-space: pre-wrap;">There is only one way: Go within. Search for the cause, find the impetus that bids you write. Put it to this test: Does it stretch out its roots in the deepest place of your heart? Can you avow that you would die if you were forbidden to write? Above all, in the most silent hour of your night, ask yourself this: Must I write? Dig deep into yourself for a true answer. And if it should ring its assent, if you can confidently meet this serious question with a simple, “I must,” then build your life upon it. It has become your necessity. Your life, in even the most mundane and least significant hour, must become a sign, a testimony to this urge.</span></p><div class="body entry-content"><div class="sqs-layout sqs-grid-12 columns-12" data-layout-label="Post Body" data-type="item" data-updated-on="1710821385926" id="item-65f90ffd9a76cc335cec3de6"><div class="row sqs-row"><div class="col sqs-col-12 span-12"><div class="sqs-block html-block sqs-block-html" data-block-type="2" id="block-5f0e3480ec5b363f1bbe"><div class="sqs-block-content"><div class="sqs-html-content"><p class="" style="white-space: pre-wrap;">RAINER MARIA RILKE</p></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></blockquote><div class="body entry-content"><div class="sqs-layout sqs-grid-12 columns-12" data-layout-label="Post Body" data-type="item" data-updated-on="1710821385926" id="item-65f90ffd9a76cc335cec3de6"><div class="row sqs-row"><div class="col sqs-col-12 span-12"><div class="sqs-block html-block sqs-block-html" data-block-type="2" id="block-5f0e3480ec5b363f1bbe"><div class="sqs-block-content"><div class="sqs-html-content"><p class="" style="white-space: pre-wrap;"></p>
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lessons about how to meet her own needs while accepting differences and
showing compassion to others.<br /></p><div class="quoteText">
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Human nature is such that our happiness depends on reliable,
secure, and predictable social relationships, and without them we feel
lost.
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Karl Pillemer,
</span>
<span id="quote_book_link_56936681">
<a class="authorOrTitle" href="https://www.goodreads.com/work/quotes/78511211">Fault Lines: Fractured Families and How to Mend Them</a></span></div></div></blockquote>Urban Mermaidhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03274283101893397385noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36398113.post-82554241169697480062024-03-17T11:42:00.004-04:002024-03-17T11:42:55.662-04:00 Interview Dany Laferrière: a life in books <p></p><blockquote><p> <a href="https://www.theguardian.com/books/2013/feb/01/dany-laferriere-life-in-books" target="_blank">Article</a> <br /></p></blockquote><blockquote><p>(excerpts)<br /></p><p>Laferrière was back in Haiti for a literary festival in the capital Port-au-Prince when the <a data-link-name="in body link" href="https://www.theguardian.com/books/2012/nov/09/million-death-quake-roger-musson-review">earthquake struck on 12 January 2010</a>,
killing tens of thousands and reducing the city to rubble. He was
waiting for lobster in a hotel restaurant, and began scribbling "15
minutes after the first tremors," he says in French. "It's not often you
see your city falling down in front of your eyes. People are screaming
in pain all around you. Children are running in the streets. Some people
start talking about the end of the world. But writing, for me, was as
important as taking care of the injured." Though he believes the great
novel of the Haitian dictatorship was <a data-link-name="in body link" href="https://www.theguardian.com/books/2005/dec/17/grahamgreene">Graham Greene's <em class="dcr-hm5hhe">The Comedians</em></a>
(1966), he says, "I didn't want it to be an American or British writer
bearing witness, because they'd see the dead, but not know how they were
when they were alive." He adds: "It's not all authors who get a chance
to test literature and their relationship to it. I no longer ask myself
if it has any use."</p></blockquote><p>*** <br /></p><p></p><blockquote><p>For him, moving between the two biggest
French-speaking populations in the Americas was a revelation. French, he
says, was the "language imposed on Haitians, whereas it's what
Quebecers want to preserve as the core of their identity … It showed
it's not the language that's the problem. That freed me in my own
relationship to French."</p><p class="dcr-hm5hhe"><em class="dcr-hm5hhe">The Enigma of the Return</em> moves fluidly between free verse and prose, partly in homage to the Martinican poet <a data-link-name="in body link" href="http://www.poets.org/poet.php/prmPID/594">Aimé Césaire</a>.
It begins in 2009 as the narrator, Windsor Laferrière Jr (the author's
real name), receives a phone call about his father's death in a Brooklyn
hospital. Windsor had moved from one island, Hispaniola, to another in
the St Lawrence river ("We always forget that Montreal is an island"),
from fire to ice. As he journeys to New York, then Haiti, the book
reflects on the father "whose absence shaped me," and how both their
lives were rent by the Duvaliers, father and son.</p><p class="dcr-hm5hhe">The
novel is "not only my return, but the return of all those who had to
leave because of the dictatorship; those who could return only in their
dreams; and those who hope their children will return in their stead.
Many people had to leave – those who opposed the Duvaliers and, after
the dictatorship, those who were for them. I don't deal with the
reasons, but the fact of being away." In his books, "almost all details
and anecdotes are true. But what's important is to communicate what I
felt at the time, and what I feel as I'm writing. Writing, for me, is
the layering of these two emotions."</p><p class="dcr-hm5hhe">His own
father didn't really interest him in real life. "He was the most
important person in my mother's life, but he left when I was too young. I
was brought up by seven women: my mother, her mother, and five aunts. I
didn't feel I was missing anything. But I thought it was important to
dig into this emotion, because many people in the same position as me
had an absent father." The true exile, he says, is the "one who stays
behind, with the absence of those they love".</p></blockquote>Urban Mermaidhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03274283101893397385noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36398113.post-86935013778126228742024-03-17T11:11:00.002-04:002024-03-18T14:23:58.867-04:00It's not often you see your city falling down in front of your eyes<blockquote><p>It's not often you see your city falling down in front of your eyes.
People are screaming in pain all around you. Children are running in the
streets. Some people start talking about the end of the world. But
writing, for me, was as important as taking care of the injured. <br /></p></blockquote><blockquote><p>On writing immediately after the 2010 earthquake in <a class="external text" data-mce-href="https://www.blogger.com/" href="https://www.theguardian.com/books/2013/feb/01/dany-laferriere-life-in-books" rel="nofollow">“Dany Laferrière: a life in books”</a> in The Guardian (2013 Feb 1)</p></blockquote>Urban Mermaidhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03274283101893397385noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36398113.post-69594295814080554552024-03-17T11:09:00.004-04:002024-03-17T11:09:46.416-04:00 it was important that someone who knew them write about the event…<p></p><blockquote><p>They were human beings who had a life, who had a lineage, who had
parents, who had children, who had lives. They were not poor or rich.
They were people and these people had humanity. So it was important that
someone who knew them write about the event…</p><p>On reporting about the 2010 earthquake in Haiti in <a class="external text" data-mce-href="https://www.blogger.com/" href="https://www.wordswithoutborders.org/dispatches/article/an-interview-with-dany-laferriere-jessie-chaffee" rel="nofollow">“An Interview with Dany Laferrière”</a> (WWB Daily, 2016)</p></blockquote><p></p>Urban Mermaidhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03274283101893397385noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36398113.post-56439939172830282832024-03-17T11:08:00.000-04:002024-03-17T11:08:06.769-04:00How I began to write is different than how I became a writer. They are two different things. <blockquote>How I began to
write is different than how I became a writer. They are two different
things. Many people write but they do not become writers. To become a
writer is a job. It involves planning and it affects all parts of your
life. Even what you eat—being a writer means not eating food with too
much rich sauce to avoid taking a long afternoon nap! It’s like being a
professional athlete. And a writer must choose between being a sprinter
who writes a book, and being a writer who creates an oeuvre. If you want
to create an oeuvre, you have to be careful not to put all your energy
into the first book. You have to have a vision for the long term... <br /></blockquote><blockquote>On how he became a writer in <a class="external text" data-mce-href="https://www.blogger.com/" href="https://www.wordswithoutborders.org/dispatches/article/an-interview-with-dany-laferriere-jessie-chaffee" rel="nofollow">“An Interview with Dany Laferrière”</a> (WWB Daily, 2016)</blockquote>Urban Mermaidhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03274283101893397385noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36398113.post-33795556523655084432024-03-17T11:06:00.004-04:002024-03-18T14:23:23.891-04:00The Dictionary<p></p><blockquote><p>The
dictionary doesn’t have individual contributions. It’s like building a
cathedral. The workers are unknown. But one of the things I tend to do
is suggest that it might be interesting to have examples of things that
aren’t from France. </p><p>If it’s a wind, which we worked on recently, does it
always have to be the <i>mistral</i>? What about the winds of
elsewhere? How about zephyrs or siroccos? </p><p>In French, there exists an
enormous variety of classifications, proverbs, and witticisms about
winds. There are winds that push ships as well as winds that come from
the gut—the noisy, bodily winds of Rabelais. </p><p><i>All</i> shadings have to be in the dictionary.</p><p>On working on a French-language dictionary as part his duties at the Académie française in <a class="external text" data-mce-href="https://www.blogger.com/" href="https://www.theparisreview.org/interviews/7040/dany-laferriere-the-art-of-fiction-no-237-dany-laferriere" rel="nofollow">“Dany Laferrière, The Art of Fiction No. 237”</a> in The Paris Review (Fall 2017)</p><p><b><a class="extiw" data-mce-href="https://www.blogger.com/" href="https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Dany_Laferri%C3%A8re" title="w:Dany Laferrière">Dany Laferrière</a></b> <a class="extiw" data-mce-href="https://www.blogger.com/" href="https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Order_of_Canada" title="w:Order of Canada">OC</a>, <a class="extiw" data-mce-href="https://www.blogger.com/" href="https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/National_Order_of_Quebec" title="w:National Order of Quebec">OQ</a> (born Windsor Kléber Laferrière April 13, 1953) is a French-writing Haitian-Canadian novelist and journalist.</p></blockquote>Urban Mermaidhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03274283101893397385noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36398113.post-23896545067972224612024-03-17T10:47:00.006-04:002024-03-17T10:52:20.638-04:00The cold numbs before it kills. <p><span style="font-size: medium;"> Dany Laferrière, L'Énigme du retour </span><br /></p>Urban Mermaidhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03274283101893397385noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36398113.post-91589461835765470412024-03-17T10:46:00.002-04:002024-03-17T10:54:18.115-04:00The wounds of which we are ashamed cannot be healed. <p></p><pre class="tw-data-text tw-text-large tw-ta" data-placeholder="Translation" data-ved="2ahUKEwiO8pGQvvuEAxWuFlkFHVr8DLgQ3ewLegQIBRAT" dir="ltr" id="tw-target-text" style="text-align: left;"> Les blessures dont on a honte ne se guérissent pas. Dany Laferrière, L'Énigme du retour <br /></pre>Urban Mermaidhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03274283101893397385noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36398113.post-44023013196770369982024-03-17T10:43:00.002-04:002024-03-17T10:55:16.740-04:00I could never share the fate of a civilization that ostracizes rice. In no way could I trust people who believe yogurt is superior to rice. <p><span style="font-size: medium;"> Dany Laferrière, How to Make Love to a Negro </span><br /></p>Urban Mermaidhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03274283101893397385noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36398113.post-84126750610730349192024-03-17T10:41:00.004-04:002024-03-17T10:41:25.818-04:00But I treasure those nightmares. They’re the only thing that’s left of my life from before. Dany Laferrière, L'Énigme du retour Urban Mermaidhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03274283101893397385noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36398113.post-48908801854498279972024-03-17T10:40:00.002-04:002024-03-17T10:40:28.350-04:00To Learn<p>
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I admit that it’s easier<br />To learn than to relearn.<br />But harder still<br />Is to unlearn.<br />
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<span id="quote_book_link_6933018">
<a class="authorOrTitle" href="https://www.goodreads.com/work/quotes/7164357">L'Énigme du retour</a>
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Dany Laferrière,
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I would like to lose<br />All awareness<br />Of my being<br />To blend <br />Into nature<br />And become a leaf<br />A cloud<br />Or the yellow of the rainbow<br />
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“Before the earthquake, medicine was hard to find. When you went
to the hospital, you had to bring your own. In this country, you don't
go there until the pain becomes unbearable. Otherwise, you don't
consider yourself sick. It's better not to be sick if you can't pay for
the medicine. That way, you go from being in good health to being dead.
Illness is a luxury you can't afford if you don't have the means. So you
die without ever having been sick.”
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Dany Laferrière
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</div></blockquote>Urban Mermaidhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03274283101893397385noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36398113.post-38369099121653936632024-03-17T10:17:00.006-04:002024-03-17T10:35:56.471-04:00J'écris à voix haute dans mon coeur. Dany Laferrière <p></p><div class="QmZWSe"><div class="DHcWmd"></div></div><div class="tw-ta-container F0azHf tw-nfl" id="tw-target-text-container" tabindex="0"><pre class="tw-data-text tw-text-large tw-ta" data-placeholder="Translation" data-ved="2ahUKEwiO8pGQvvuEAxWuFlkFHVr8DLgQ3ewLegQIBRAT" dir="ltr" id="tw-target-text" style="text-align: left;"><span class="Y2IQFc" lang="en">“I write out loud in my heart.”
― Dany Laferrière</span></pre></div>Urban Mermaidhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03274283101893397385noreply@blogger.com0