Saturday, March 23, 2019

Big Project From North Slope District

Large Tree They Saved

Last autumn I read with others at a celebration of Madeline Defrees collection of essays.  The book was titled Subjective Geographies, from one essay that had been included in an anthology from the 1980s.  I had an essay in the same anthology, my essay was titled “Stars and Streetlights”.  I read from the Defrees essay at the celebration and spoke about how I had happened to know Madeline Defrees.
Plans for the event coincided with a Facebook save the tree alert from my neighborhood from the 1980s.  I lived at an apartment in one house for about six years and my books Memory (1982) and Shelter (1985) were published while I lived there.  

I moved.  My bike rides took me along different streets.  Last autumn I walked to the Facebook tree location and took my own photo of the tree. 
Wide Area For Large Tree
Farther along I noticed that another tree was marked and I brought this to the attention at the North Slope District facebook.  I emailed the large project then followed progress and notified the Facebook group different times.  But the decision went against keeping the smaller flowering tree.  Now the tree would have been flowering, it is gone and some grass and cement replaces it – although the tree was supposed to become replaced, according to the project plans. 
Today I took photos of what the project did at that place, North 8th and North K in the North Slope District.

Telephone Pole
where tree removed

Friday, March 15, 2019

At Climate Change Event Today

The beautiful tree near the climate change event.  The event takes a moment for a photo.

Thursday, March 14, 2019

At Wright Park Today

Traffic on detour away from the continuing street project ahead of the Light Rail that will extend the Tacoma Link Light Rail to King Boulevard includes the Pierce Transit bus at the top of the photo.  At Wright Park Pond was an egret.

Sunday, March 3, 2019

Folk Costume From Malax Finland

Laura Jensen in Malax Costume

This from Folk Costume on Wikipedia:   Following the outbreak of romantic nationalism, the peasantry of Europe came to serve as models for all that appeared genuine and desirable. Their dress crystallised into so-called "typical" forms, and enthusiasts adopted that attire as part of their symbolism.

Linnea Gord Jensen in cosutme
with Leonard Svedberg
Each village has a different folk costume.  By crystallised I believe is intended a gradual accumulation of a village costume that matched everyone else in the village, and this happened in the nineteenth century at a time when historians accumulated songs and dance patterns, gathered and published them together.  The published music books were an opportunity for immigrants to the United States to perform songs they knew well from their childhoods together as a part of communicating together.  
Long-ago Peasants of course did not have music books.  The folk costumes were a way of remembering a time in the past.   My mother brought a folk costume back from Finland with her in 1938.  I have a photo of her with Leonard Svedberg at a gathering.  I tried the costume on over ten years ago and took my photo in the costume.  I have the folk costume that belonged to my mother.

Bike To Venersborg 1998

Today was the last day of the two for one sale on Tofu at Safeway.  So I was happy I had taken the bike to the store.  At the end of the month I will be in Portland for Association of Writers and Writers' Programs Annual Meeting.  I last attended in 2014 when the meeting was in Seattle.  When I get there, each time, I think about how it matters how you get there, which has been a theme regarding Ecology.  

I attended the Annual Meeting in Portland in 1998, I brought the bike I had then along, my second adult bike since the first adult bike in 1990.  The current bike is the third adult bike.  I noticed I could stay at a bed and breakfast in Vancouver, Washington and visit an Historical Swedish landmark called Venersborg, near Battle Ground.  If I took the C-Tran to Battleground I could ride the bike to Venersborg.  I made contact first with a Venersborg representative.  

I rode an hour and a half to Venersborg.  My ride back was half an hour, downhill.  It was nice enough weather and the scenery was beautiful.  This was the only time I took the bike on the train.  The plans for my trip this month will not include the bike.

Saturday, February 9, 2019

Poem From 1978 Chapbook

New Facebook entry - on facebook there are some wonderful photographs of the Dime Store from the poem I had in the chapbook Tapwater - the poem called Kite.  I placed a photo of the poem among Facebook Comments.  

It has been over forty years (1978) since I published this poem in a chapbook called Tapwater. When I got copies I carried one over to the Proctor Ten Cent Store and gave them one, at the counter. There once in a while were errands to their store. The store actually stopped being in business. I do not think anyone could imagine it not being there. That it would be a bicycle shop, wonderful, it was a bike shop where I could take my bicycle in for the check over and for repairs.

Soon I must recognize the time at the computer I share...Maybe I can share the photographs.  The Facebook discussion included many comments about the store, which provided so many great times.

Thursday, February 7, 2019

Remembrance Event About Gwen Head

Cover of Program
From Floating Poetry
Gallery 1979

Wednesday Open Books in Seattle hosted a remembrance event about Gwen Head and her press Dragon Gate.  I brought a memento and spoke briefly with Sharon Bryan and Marlene Blessing.  Some of my comments:

Gwen Head and I first met forty years ago, in summer 1979.  It was at the Floating poetry gallery on July 12,  1979.  For five years after graduate school I had been a self-employed poet, and I lived in Tacoma, my home.             
My father and mother lived in the house where I had been a child.   On March 22 my father had a slight stroke. 
My mother kept a daily diary.  She writes that she came home to find a note from him that the ambulance was taking him to the hospital. 
I kept a week-at-a-glance, where I note that he telephoned me about this, and I got in touch with my mother later.
My mother had performed on that day in March with a women's singing group.   She was their piano accompanist.  She visited the hospital often,  I went with her after church on Sunday. 

A day or so after my father was brought to the hospital I kept an appointment to see Suzanne Ferris of Sea Pen Press about publishing.  I rode the train to Seattle with a friend and her son.  We saw daffodil fields, I think Suzanne Ferris met us at the Railroad Station, we also saw the cherry blossoms at the U of Washington Quad. 

My mother cleaned my father's room and I helped.  She needed to turn the mattress and dust and sweep for him before he was allowed to go home.  My mother was 68 then and my father was 77.

July 12, 1979, a few months later, Suzanne Ferris had made a broadside of my poem “Patchouli” for the Floating Poetry Gallery.  Pieces from the Floating Poetry Gallery would appear later at Seattle businesses.  I felt concerned privately that the show might have been a chance to show a 1968 painting on four by six Masonite that was stored in my parents’ upstairs.  I had painted two pieces on Masonite that summer I was home from University of Washington.  But one reason I lived in a small apartment was that I wanted my parents to not be upended by my noise and activity.  I felt shy at the thought of the disruption of lifting the Masonite painting down the narrow stairwell that turned twice between the bottom and the top. 

Also represented at the Floating Poetry Gallery were, Sharon Bryan, according to the program, and Gwen Head.  Gwen Head had three poems featured in The Floating Poetry Gallery.  And Sharon Bryan also had a poem in The Floating Poetry Gallery.

A letter from Gwen Head in December 1979, reintroduced her plan to publish books.  Gwen Head brought her press Dragon Gate into existence.  In 1979, in notebooks where I wrote poems, I began first efforts on the poem, The Gord Family Orchestra, about my mother and her piano talent.  In 1981 as I finished the poem I showed it to Gwen Head.  I remember her suggesting that I should write another poem, to go with it, about my father.  I wrote the poem, and both poems appeared in a second book Gwen published by me, Shelter, in 1985.

I was happy to give my parents copies of these books, with the poems about them.