It is Saturday morning. I just came back from walking Porky — my rather unruly half lab/half great dane — from the verge of a shattered, post-flood river in Colorado. Came back. Made tea. Checked Facebook and email. There were two successes! I would like to redistribute here. The way the dreaming and coming to be that happens in class is real and gets real, always. Dreamy:
1. Marissa Perel read with Samuel Delany at The Poetry Project in New York City two nights ago. On the Facebook comment stream, Samuel Delany said: [And thank you, Marissa Parel. I am really eager to read Angry Ocean; I hope you have great luck with placing it soon as a book.] I thought this was pretty incredible news from the future. I hope it is okay to cut and paste from a comment stream. The point here is: Can you imagine reading with Samuel Delany in Manhattan? I remember Marissa’s curious and sparkly intensity bursting out — transecting the afternoon and evening space — in Upaya North!! She was interested in thinking about movement practices next to what a text was: or could be.
2. Rowland Saifi. What can I say? He was quiet and intense in class — once again, one of the Upaya classrooms. North or south. He loved Calvino. He was the repository of deeply held and arcane knowledge about botany and history and places that were not here. Now he is a novelist. His novel, The Minotaur’s Daughter, comes out from Sputyen Devil (the same press that is putting out Lisa Birman’s book) this Fall.
These alumni notes are solely based on me randomly checking social media and email after walking my dog. I will try to be more Sherlock-esque in this area.