tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7916332485223671615.post2976495324073684895..comments2023-09-30T08:53:15.486-07:00Comments on Shelly Lowenkopf's Blog: Wither, Thou Goestlowenkopfhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05198658136254028258noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7916332485223671615.post-49555567886945892882008-11-18T16:05:00.000-08:002008-11-18T16:05:00.000-08:00I grew up in SoCal: the Valley, Long Beach, Lagun...I grew up in SoCal: the Valley, Long Beach, Laguna Beach. The fires make me homesick, while rumors of the Santa Ana winds have me reaching for the Joan Didion books I swallowed whole when I fell in love with writing as a way of mapping the world. Glad you survived the latest conflagration- and, since we both live in CA (though I'm up north now)- may we both be out of town when the Big One hits!Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7916332485223671615.post-44286666617066421602008-11-17T18:41:00.000-08:002008-11-17T18:41:00.000-08:00Well, the handful, an uneven but tasty handful, at...Well, the handful, an uneven but tasty handful, at least as of this moment.<BR/><BR/>Wallace Stevens (sometimes he's too much for me, but still), Pattiann Rogers, Seamus Heaney (I'm still lit by his Electric Light collection), Sam Beckett, Nikolai Gogol (at least The Portrait and The Nose), John Donne's love poems, Anton Chekhov's short stories, Ed Abbey's Desert Solitaire, and Gretel Ehrlich (at least her The Solace of Open Spaces.)<BR/><BR/>Thanks for asking, it's fun to think about 'em all.Lori Witzelhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04744273435691506484noreply@blogger.com