'Down the Road' Acrylic on Antique Vermont Barnboard ©robin r kent |
Went for a short walk collecting sticks for future sculptures near Robert Frost's cabin in the woods. I had been at his cabin a while ago (years), and wanted to see how it was faring. Mr. Frost would be proud. It's beautiful and looks the same.
Then on to its neighbor, Middlebury College Bread Loaf School of english, where graduate courses in literature and teaching of writing, creative writing, and theater arts are offered. Another gracious old beauty.
I am rediscovering a new respect for words. Not mine. And not that I'm a big reader. On the contrary, short art articles (with pictures) are my favorite. Followed by poetry. That's where Robert Frost fits in. As we sat where he and others worked to capture that perfect word, I couldn't help but think of my dangling participles, incomplete sentence fragments, and dependent clauses ricocheting above us in cyberspace, raining down on this beautiful, word-loving campus. I felt the need for a broom.
13 comments:
I've been to Middlebury, years ago.
I almost moved to Vermont back then because my sister was living there. In West Glover, by Barton? I almost put money down on a house in Lowell. I also thought about Newport.....but then my sister decided to move back here to the Midwest. Vermont is beautiful. So of course I love your painting! I loved being there in the Fall but you can keep those winters!
:D - Cindi
Wow, a writer's house!!! Is this the start of a transatlantic connection, theme-wise?
These buildings get to you dont they.
"Where he worked to capture the perfect word ..."
That's the perfect way to express it, Robin.
Bravo.
Not terribly au fait with Robert Frost yet (will look him up today) but did have a drink in a bar right next to Robert Lowell once - does that count, she jokes.
Ooooo- Cindi. That's the Northeast Kingdom. A region of its own. Beautiful and even more untouched than Vermontt in general. (Did you get to any Bread and Puppet events in Glover? Great art there.)
These winters do take some getting used to, but it's a drier cold- doesn't go so deep to the bone, I think. What doesn't kill us makes us stronger? Good for the Yankee disposition. Grrr.
BTW, My favorite poem (to this point) is by a Northeast Kingdom poet, Hayden Carruth called 'The Cows At Night.' I googled it so I know you can read it, too.
Amanda- Absolutely counts! Were you able to have a conversation or was it glances over the rim of the glass, or just the back of his head?! Who cares! That's as close as it gets. Did you recognize him or what?
What a life that Robert Frost must have led. Did you find lots of sticks? I'm loving those hills and sky in this painting.
Carole, Got enough sticks to carry me into next year! This might be an annual trek. Yes, Frost had an amazing life; probably most famous for reading his poetry at JFK's presidential inauguration. Love his poetry. Simply put but dark.
I Googled the poem - :)
Thanks... I liked it, very much!
Hey, can I have persmission to use some images of your work in a post on my blog? I have an idea and I wanted to include you if I could.
:D - Cindi
Cindi-
Sure, I'd be honored. Maybe with a link to here?
Oh YES! Definitely!
I want EVERYONE to see your fabulous creations!
:) - Cindi
I want to live there!
momamama, Wouldn't it be great? Only can do it in my mind. I'm close, but not close enough!
I think it is better that way, leaves more the imagination!
OK, I've written about your fabulousness on my blog!
:D - Cindi
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