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tragedy upon tragedy
October 9, 2005
I can’t really wrap my head around the fact that a disaster of such magnitude is happening. The reports of rescue attempts, especially of the buried schoolchildren, are too terrible to contemplate. I can’t wrap my head around the numbers involved. It’ll be time to donate to the Red Cross soon, when my paycheck comes in.
a poet’s rejection
October 9, 2005
I read this beautifully written, politely worded rejection by a poet named Sharon Olds of an invitation issued by Laura Bush for the National Book Festival. I don’t know this poet, but I was moved by her simple words and her pained refusal to “break bread” with someone who represents an administration that she believes is doing great harm. It’s not filled with vitriol, but instead, a certain sadness that to me rang true.