A very busy week doing everything it seemed but working on SAMOVAR AND ZEEMAHOOLAH.

As I said two weeks ago, now I divide my time between my desk and my gardens. I finished replacing the 2 x 8 hemlock planks that hold in my raised, asparagus bed this week. I used 4-inch lag bolts to put it together so I think it won’t be going anywhere anytime soon.

I’ve also spent a lot of this week working with my new webmaster on my new, and soon to be launched–later this week, I hope–website. It’s amazing how after you think you’ve got everything exactly where it goes and laid out the way you want it, you continuously find places that need to be redone. I was ready to launch this new website last week, but my webmaster, sagely, advised me to wait a week or so to find the kinks, and we’ve found plenty.

Thursday Lois and I went down to Hanover, New Hampshire, to Dartmouth, to see our friend Ying Li’s show of new paintings at the gallery at the Hood Museum, and then to have lunch with her and her husband.

We went early to see what was at the Hood. There we saw two shows one a Jackson Pollock and José Clemente Orozco show about how Orozco influenced the young Pollock, and the other a group of wonderful photographs of Vermont quarries by Edward Burtynsky. More about both shows is at:

Burtynsky is the man about whom the movie MANUFACTURED LANDSCAPES was made. If you haven’t seen MANUFACTURED LANDSCAPES–

I recommend it highly. It drives home–the way nothing else I’ve ever seen can–what a destructive, consumptive life-style we rich, white, industrialized citizens of The-Countries-of-the-North live, and it does this by showing us the extent of waste and destruction our way of life has created. This waste and destruction we then pass off to the poor, non-whites of the world, the people of The-Countries-of-the-South. For more about all this see my satirical play, THINGY WORLD! at:

I also read through the Advance Uncorrected Proofs of my new book PARK SONGS: A POEM/PLAY and signed off on them. PARK SONGS: A POEM/PLAY is all monologues, dialogues and so on of people who hang out in a ratty little urban park in some city somewhere in America. There is no narrator, only the voices of the daytime inhabitants of the park.

PARK SONGS: A POEM/PLAY excites me. It’s totally different in design, presentation and content from any book I’ve ever written, although in some ways it’s a kind of urban JUDEVINE. It’s also connected to my most recent play, A SONG FOR MY FATHER,, in that, in my mind at least, they both take place in Cleveland, Ohio, where I come from.

I will post a link to PARK SONGS: A POEM/PLAY on my website later this summer and announce its availability on my Facebook page when the book is ready, which will be late August or early September.

More next week.

Sincerely, David Budbill
7 May 2012