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Reading and Reflection

There’s nothing like a well written book to give me a full dose of inspiration. I return to Francine Prose’s book Reading Like a Writer every few years to remind myself again to read slower, seek classic writers, and be more perceptive in the life that surrounds me. Francine Prose

In the last month I’ve let go of my leadership role in a local book club to focus on books I’ve wanted to read for years. This year I’ll be focusing on reading work to inspire my writing and architecture work.

So, to the Happy New Year I go.

My bookshelves are stocked with the following books:

Oliver Twist by Charles Dickens

The Adventures of Huckleberry Finn by Mark Twain

Threshold by Shirley Kaufman

Molly MCBean and the Secret Cave by Joanie Murray

Blaise Cendrars Complete Poems

Green-Silver and Silent Poems by Marc Harshman

Complexity and Contradiction by Robert Venturi

American Wife by Curtis Sittenfeld

The Paris Wife by Paula McLain

All thatFeeds Us by Marc Harshman

Virginia Woolf’s essay on Being Ill

The Lacuna by Barbara Kinsolver

A Land More Kind than Home by Wiley Cash

Into Thin Air by Jon Krakauer

Professional Practice: Architects

Reveal by Studio Gang Architects

Virginia Woolf: An Inner Life by Julia Briggs

Chuck Dugan is AWOL: By Eric Chase Anderson

Specimen Days by Michael Cunningham

Sample: 100 Fashion Designers (Phaidon Press)

Land of Love and Drowning by T. Vanique

The French House by Don Wallace

The Victorian City by Justin Flanders

The Vacationers by Emma Straub

One Plus One by Jojo Moyes

Thinking Architecture by Peter Zumthor

Cusp: Poems by Jennifer Grotz

David Adjaye: Making Public Buildings by Peter Allison

David Adjaye: Houses; Recycling, Reconfiguring, Rebuilding by Peter Allison

Local Journeys Poems by Marc Harshman

Joseph Albers: To Open Eyes

A Writer’s Reference by Diana Hacker

The Sense of Order by E H Gombrich

Brideshead Revisited by Evelyn Waugh

The Face of North America by Peter Farb

The Dream of Earth by Thomas Berry

Signs and Seasons by John Burroughs

Crime and Punishment by Fyodor Dostoyevsky

The Great Gatsby by F.Scott Fitzgerald

The Grapes of Wrath by John Steinbeck

Animal Farm by George Orwell

To Kill a Mockingbird by Harper Lee

A Jury of Her Peers by Elaine Showalter

Where I’m calling From: New and Selected Stories by Raymond Carver

American Pastoral by Philip Roth

The Odyssey Translated by Robert Fagles

Sappho: A new Version by Willis Barrstore

Beowulf translated by Seamus Heaney

Hafez and Rumi (Khajyam and Ghalib)

The Sonnets by W. Shakespeare

Dante: The Divine Comedy, The infernno of Dante by R. Pinskey

Pacific and Other Stories by Mark Helprin

As I Lay Dying and Light in August by William Faulkner

Dorian Gray by Oscar Wilde

A Portrait of Dorian Gray by Karl Lagerfeld

She Walks in Beauty, Caroline Kennedy on Poetry

Blonde by Joyce Carol Oates

Wuthering Heights by Emily Bronte

Jane Eyre by Charlotte Bronte

Wise Blood by Flannery O’Connor

Mary Oliver’s New and Selected Poems

Noose and Hook by Lynn Emanuel

a gathering of matter a matter of gathering by Dawn Lundy Martin

Finding Beauty in a Broken World by Terry Tempest Williams

Figure Studies by Claudia Emerson

The Last American Man by Elizabeth Gilbert

The Sea Around Us by Rachel Carson

Frank Delaney’s Ireland

All Quiet on the Western Front by Enrich Maria Remarque

Blood, Bones, and Butter by Gabrielle Hamilton

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That should be enough to get me through winter, right?

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Poetry Travel

Outside the Blarney Castle

 

Druid Forest Blarney Castle

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The Druid Forest

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A gnarl of deep roots

buried built and cut into rocks

a witches kitchen

the relief of the ancient Appalachians

crawling in the caves below.

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Circular stones ring the central opening

surrounded by overlapping ovals

sturdy pines

a soft needled floor.

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A bold of red Japanese maple

fell recently to cover

the rocky foundations of

where we walk

an entry to the under world

Dolman portals, weeping cliffs

a brook with

heather floating.

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The elephant rough ears swoop

to the stream.

It’s the magic of mountains

secret images in our subconscious

rocks rising from their earth graves

to capture us

in the water spring spills.

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Blarney Castle

 

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Blarney Castle

 

Trinity College Dublin

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Blarney Castle

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Simply structured pavilions

garden sheds to cover and

hide the foot path

walking into the grounds

a huge fortress in the horizon.

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Stone ledges left empty

holding imaginary floors

circular stair turrets

in the corner towers

a castle rising from

natural rock foundations.

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Beside this, a poison garden

succulents growing in the mortar beds

empty rose cages for the season

wood, iron, fences, houses

taking on the green luster

moss and mold over an island.

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Ancient trees

Sequoia’s arms full of ferns

a museum in the meadow

thick rooted beings

sharing a manicured, vibrant lime lawn

pillars of families and

unlike siblings below

a misty moving sky.

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Blarney by Phil

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Entry to Druid Forest

 

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Ireland Driving


 Adare Ireland

Adare Manor Grounds Ireland

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Nighttime driving in Ireland

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Thin streets without any lights past cities

by five everyone in Ireland should be

settled in a pub with Celtic music

close to home.

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We realize a week later

there weren’t completely

new ideas to get used to.

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Poetry Travel

To NY

Killarney NP

To NY

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Americans were built on hurriedness.

The to New Yorkers became thousands of ToNY’s.

Our ancestors passed on their intuitive genes

of making business full-time.

Traveling back, four or five generations ago

to the land where your blood is from

reveals an unmistaken sense that the

slower part of you would like to have remained.

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Killarney NP 2012

~Killarney Ireland

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Ireland Culture

Blarney Castle

The Calmness of an Unhurried Culture Remains

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Let’s fill our castles full

of trinkets, deep wool scarves

feather beds and niceties.

The next generation will

split the wealth among farmers.

The earnings of a final generation

the overgrowing ivy

an abandoned mansion

managing a gnarly tree in

the drawing room.

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Adare

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Adare Grounds

Adare by Phil

Adare Grounds

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Poems inscribed in the stone balcony

a weeping forest

old growth land that never frosts

through which orange paths lead

still ponds, ivy over-growing trees

where ravens are nesting

calling to the children who

yell ‘fly off!’ in their Irish accents.

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Overgrown Adare by Phil

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Close up Adare, Phil

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Ireland Unfolds

Poet Stone

Ireland Unfolds

 

Streaming brook into a river

fallen leaves to the fairy forest

a poet’s stone resting beneath the tree

reads ‘Don’t place me in our pocket.’

The man buried beneath the giant chestnut warned.

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In Ireland they write on buildings

gold inscriptions

unlocking passages

tangled roots of one cedar

making an entire forest grove.

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Inscriptions

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The Cemetery above the Stream

Roscrea Cemetery

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The Cemetery above the Stream

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We find cemeteries that keep on going

the beginning of one in Roscrea led us

to a stream and

we began to crawl over more and more hills.

The Celtic crosses reach to the sky

the stones buried a perimeter of the earth there

crushed gravel paths

small plants under cracked glass

with iron covers a perfect place to be buried

but a glorious place to be alive.

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The Adare Manor

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The Adare Manor

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Phil turned the creaking

handle to unlock the thick

wooden door.

The manor and the hovering

Cedar of Lebanon

over a sun-setting palace.

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Wood engraved holding half-moon windows

scrolling hatches clicked and locked

loud echo’s silencing our steps

into deep carpet

‘We’ve been expecting you’

the thick red tapestries

blanketing the windows

looking out of our

jewelry box dream.

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Except the Lord that built