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May 20th, 2013

‘Merrimack’ by Jane Brox

by PaulM

Merrimack

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We live thirty miles inland along the old road to the coast, a road laid down on an early wagon track, which followed the Indian trace—a long day on sure feet giving way to oxcarts that took half the week to return from the sea with their burdens of salt hay. Now the coast is a scant hour’s drive along Broadway, North Lowell Street, Main, and also River Road and Water Street since the way sometimes skirts the muscular currents of the Merrimack, which salts at Newburyport, and pours into the Atlantic.

By the end of its journey the river is almost two hundred miles from the cold rose of its source in the White Mountains. In many places it flows through a yielding channel older than the ice ages. Where it courses over stubborn ledge, where the rock wears away at an incremental pace, are the waterfalls that were once the gathering places and fishing grounds of the Algonquin tribes. Merrimack is their word. River of sturgeon, swift water, strong place.

To the south of our fields and woods the river flows broad and braided and eastward. It is the strong line of our landscape. The low-lying hills slope towards its channel, and every vein of water—the icy melt and the murk, the mineral rich source and the field-drained runoff, waters that taste like metal on the tongue, waters redolent of balsam, and some of smoky tea—every vein drains into the Merrimack. Even the cut of the road depends on the river, since it nearly ghosts the water’s course though we sleep beyond earshot of a steady current, lulled instead by the fine-tuned motors of the night freight trucks that approach and then pass.

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From “Here and Nowhere Else: Late Seasons of a Farm and Its Family” by Jane Brox (Beacon Press, 1995). Copyright © 1995 by Jane Brox. Reprinted with permission of the author and Beacon Press. 

See more writing from the region at The Bridge Review: Merrimack Valley Culture


May 20th, 2013

‘South Campus Sailing’ by Richard Marion,1978

by PaulM

“South Campus Sailing” by Richard Marion, Copyright (c) 2013

See more artwork at www.richardmarion.net

The conditions were much better this past weekend for the big rowing competition on the Merrimack. Congratulations for a successful event to the Greater Merrimack Valley Convention and Visitors Bureau (including Tom Golden and Deb Belanger), UMass Lowell, Merrimack River Rowing Association, Lowell High School, and all the organizers and participants.

May 19th, 2013

Lowell’s Elinor Lipman Has Two New Books: NY Times

by PaulM

Read Dominique Browning’s NYTimes review of Elinor Lipman’s two new books: a novel, “The View FromPenthouse B,” and a collection of essays,”I Can’t Complain: (All Too) Personal Essays.

She is a graduate of Lowell High School and a past recipient of the LHS Distinguished Alumni Award. There is a rumor that the Parker Lectures will be bringing her back to Lowell for its new season in the fall.

I’m certain that a palm reader would trace a long laugh line in Lipman’s hand. “The View From Penthouse B” sparkles with wit. (Dominique Browning)

Elinor Lipman. (Web photo by Michael Lionstar, courtesy of nytimes.com)

May 19th, 2013

‘Belief and Technique for Modern Prose’ by Kerouac

by PaulM

The website brainpickings.org recently posted on Facebook this list made by Kerouac in the 1950s. The document is titled “Belief and Technique for Modern Prose.” The editor prefaced the list, saying, “With items like ‘No fear or shame in the dignity of yr experience, language & knowledge’ and ‘Accept loss forever,’ the list is as much a blueprint for writing as it is a meditation on life.” Item 23, “Keep track of every day the date emblazoned in yr morning” sounds like a note to future bloggers. — PM

  1. Scribbled secret notebooks, and wild typewritten pages, for yr own joy
  2. Submissive to everything, open, listening
  3. Try never get drunk outside yr own house
  4. Be in love with yr life
  5. Something that you feel will find its own form
  6. Be crazy dumbsaint of the mind
  7. Blow as deep as you want to blow
  8. Write what you want bottomless from bottom of the mind
  9. The unspeakable visions of the individual
  10. No time for poetry but exactly what is
  11. Visionary tics shivering in the chest
  12. In tranced fixation dreaming upon object before you
  13. Remove literary, grammatical and syntactical inhibition
  14. Like Proust be an old teahead of time
  15. Telling the true story of the world in interior monolog
  16. The jewel center of interest is the eye within the eye
  17. Write in recollection and amazement for yourself
  18. Work from pithy middle eye out, swimming in language sea
  19. Accept loss forever
  20. Believe in the holy contour of life
  21. Struggle to sketch the flow that already exists intact in mind
  22. Dont think of words when you stop but to see picture better
  23. Keep track of every day the date emblazoned in yr morning
  24. No fear or shame in the dignity of yr experience, language & knowledge
  25. Write for the world to read and see yr exact pictures of it
  26. Bookmovie is the movie in words, the visual American form
  27. In praise of Character in the Bleak inhuman Loneliness
  28. Composing wild, undisciplined, pure, coming in from under, crazier the better
  29. You’re a Genius all the time
  30. Writer-Director of Earthly movies Sponsored & Angeled in Heaven
May 18th, 2013

More About the Lowell Cemetery Tours

by Marie

Another crosspost from Jen Myers’ “Room 50″ blog~ please follow the link for more photos and information…

 


Buried Treasure — A Tour of Lowell Cemetery

by juicegirl50

She was married and bored. He was interesting. She was enchanted. He was smitten.

It was July 1848 and famed poet Edgar Allan Poe was staying in Westford at the home of wealthy paper mill owner Charles Richmond and his wife Nancy. The couple, former Lowellians and big fans of Poe’s work, invited him to stay at their home rather than a hotel when they heard he would be lecturing in Lowell.

In the time before Facebook, the Kardashians and the 3D IMAX version of The Fast and the Furious 6 lectures by writers, intellectuals and political figures were the main source of entertainment and night-on-the-town socialization.

The eccentric writer was a night owl, sitting up all night long in front of the fireplace. Nancy joined him. Friendship blossomed into romance.

Poe wrote a series of passionate love letters; she visited him, unaccompanied by her husband.

The following April, Poe’s poem “For Annie” was published in Flag of Our Union, a weekly Boston-based publication. Nancy Richmond bragged to her friends she was in fact Poe’s “Annie.”

The final stanza of the poem reads:

But my heart it is brighter

Than all of the many

Stars in the sky,

For it sparkles with Annie—

It glows with the light

Of the love of my Annie—

With the thought of the light

Of the eyes of my Annie.

When Charles Richmond died in 1873, Nancy went to the probate court and had her name legally changed to Annie.

“It’s not a stretch to say Edgar Allan Poe’s girlfriend is buried at Lowell Cemetery,” local historian Richard Howe Jr. told a crowd of more than 50 who gathered at the sprawling 173-year-old garden-style cemetery off of Lawrence Street Fridayafternoon for the first guided tour of the spring.

The 90-minute tour was packed with fascinating stories of the souls who rest there. I will not give them all away, since you should take the tour yourself, but I will tease you with a few crumbs . .

There is John Swett, who Howe said “seemed like a nice guy,” and his four wives – Rebecca, Mary, Fanny and Elizabeth.

Swett lived at the corner of Liberty and Pine Streets in the Highlands and ran a livery stable on Green Street near the train depot where he provided horse-drawn carriages for visitors who arrived by train.

Rebecca died at the age of 26, six years after they wed. The next Mrs. Swett was Rebecca’s sister Mary, who died seven years later. At the age of 45, he married 22-year-old Fanny, who died a couple of years later. Elizabeth, wife number four, was older than John  . . . and outlived him.

At the cemetery the four women’s graves are marked by tall headstones. John’s sits flat on the ground.

“I think there is some symbolism that his stone is prostrate . . . with four wives . . . “ Howe said.

In addition to being a cemetery, the beautifully handcrafted monuments also make it a public art museum. One of the most striking pieces is at the grave of Louisa Maria Wells.

As a teen, she came to Lowell from Vermont to work at the Lawrence Manufacturing Company.  She never married or had children.

When she died in 1886 at the age of 69, her will stated all of her money should be put toward a suitable monument in honor of herself and her mother.

Louisa’s cousins, who wanted the money for themselves, contested the will.

“In a court case right out of a Charles Dickens novel,” Howe said, the case dragged on for 20 years, during which time the funds earned a considerably amount of interest.

The judge upheld the will and Louisa’s wishes. Famed sculptor Daniel Chester French, who had carved the statue of Abraham Lincoln at the Lincoln Memorial, was asked to create the piece.

He suggested his associate, Evelyn Longman, who had trouble getting work that was not awarded through blind design contests due to her gender.

“No one wanted to hire a woman for something as important as carving a statue,” quipped Howe.

The imposing piece depicts a comforting Angel of Death leaning over a kneeling mill worker, clad in a smock and holding a bobbin with the yarn cut, symbolizing the end of life’s yarn.

Howe has been conducting tours of the Lowell Cemetery for four years.The spring tours cover the Lawrence Street half of the burial ground, while in the fall the tour starts from the Knapp Avenue entrance.

For more information, including upcoming tour dates visit http://www.lowellcemetery.com.

Click to view slideshow.

May 17th, 2013

More About Excellence in Cultural Heritage Preservation

by Marie

This is a cross post photo/blog from “Room 50″ about last night’s Excellence Awards for Preservation  Cultural Heritage. The presentation was offered by James Ostis of the Lowell Heritage Partnership.

http://room50.wordpress.com/2013/05/17/preserving-excellence/

Note: Our fellow blogger Dick Howe was one of the honorees. Fellow blogger Paul Marion - President of the Lowell Heritage Partnership – was one of the event partner speakers along with City of Lowell partner City Manager Bernie Lynch.

May 17th, 2013

Doors Open Lowell

by DickH

Last night’s reception at the Lowell National Park kicked off Doors Open Lowell weekend. This is a great opportunity to visit some of our city’s most unique buildings and tour them in a “behind the scenes” way that is unavailable at most times. Here’s the schedule:

Friday, May 17, 2013 from 6 to 9 pm
Whistler House Museum of Art, 243 Worthen St
Gates Block, 307 Market St
City Hall, 375 Merrimack St (guided tours at 630 and 730)
Masonic Temple, 79 Dutton St
Lowell Gas Light Co Building, 22 Shattuck St
Trio, 30 Market St

Saturday, May 18, 2013 from 10am to 1pm
Centralville United Methodist Church, 800 Bridge St
Lowell Gallery, 14 Jackson St
Loft 27, 27 Jackson St
Lowell Community Health Center, 161 Jackson St
Appleton Mills, 219 Jackson St
Saco-Lowell Building 14, 110 Canal St
Western Avenue Studios, 122 Western Ave
St Patrick Church, 282 Suffolk St
Pollard Memorial Library, 401 Merrimack St

Saturday, May 18, 2013 from 2 to 5 pm
Apartments at Boott Mills, 141 John St
Boott Mills West, 130 John St
Tremont Yard, 1 Tremont Place
Residences at Perkins Park, 39 Perkins St
St Jean Baptiste Church, 741 Merrimack St
Franco-American School, 357 Pawtucket St
Spalding House, 383 Pawtucket St
Pawtucket Gatehouse, School St at Northern Canal
Pawtucket Congregational Church, 15 Mammoth Road

On top of all of that, I’ll be leading tours of Lowell Cemetery today at 1 pm and tomorrow at 10 am. Both tours leave from inside the Lawrence Street gate and take about 90 minutes.

Finally, thanks to everyone who attended last night’s award ceremony. Being recognized for promoting Lowell’s history and preserving the city’s cultural heritage was very gratifying. Congratulations also to my fellow award recipients, Al Lorenzo, the late Dr. Patrick Mogan, Lowell Community Health Center and Southeast Asian Water Festival.

May 17th, 2013

Historic Preservation and Cultural Heritage Awards

by PaulM

Congratulations to the recipients (see image above for names) of this year’s awards for exemplary work in historic preservation and cultural heritage conservation, including this blog’s executive editor, Dick Howe Jr. Well over 100 people attended the reception and ceremony for the honorees. This event has become one of the highlights of the year on the history front. Linked to the popular Doors Open Lowell program, now in its 12th year, the awards ceremony is an opportunity to call a time-out from the good work being done every day in the city so that a few outstanding persons and organizations can be recognized for excellence. It is important to encourage people to “do the right thing” when it comes to taking care of our distinctive place and special stories. Lowell National Historical Park Supt. Celeste Bernardo hosted the gathering in collaboration with the City of Lowell and Lowell Heritage Partnership.

Kudos to Sue Andrews for her fine work in organizing the awards event and for Lowell Historic Board Administrator Steve Stowell for making Doors Open Lowell one of the best preservation-advocacy programs in the Northeast.  One of the reasons Doors Open is a success is because it’s fun to visit the fascinating historic places on the list each year. Supt. Bernardo gave a well-deserved shout out to the Park’s Asst. Supt. Peter Aucella for his brilliant and tireless effort this year (and the past few years) to protect the Pawtucket Falls Dam from attempts by the local hydro-power company to alter the historic character of this unique structure that is fundamental to Lowell’s genesis story.

May 16th, 2013

Dick Howe Honored With 2013 Excellence in Cultural Heritage Award

by Marie

May 16th, 2013

Poet Gary Snyder Turns 83

by PaulM

Gary Snyder portrait (web photo courtesy of seapoetry.wordpress)

One of my early poetry heroes was Gary Snyder, who turned 83 this month. Not only was I drawn to Snyder’s concise and precise back-country poems of the 1960s and ’70s, but I was also in tune to his thoughts about repairing nature where it was torn by humans and building tight-knit communities of open-minded people. He had a way of connecting democracy and poetry in the best sense. My friend John Suiter is writing a biography of Snyder, a follow up to John’s book “Poets on the Peaks,” about the fire-lookout days of Snyder and his writer-friends Philip Whalen and Jack Kerouac in the American Northwest. Snyder is the model for the character Japhy Ryder in Kerouac’s popular novel “The Dharma Bums” (1958), which became a kind of user’s manual for hippies in the 1960s. John and I had a long conversation the other night from his base camp in Chicago. Afterwards, I was reminded of this sketch I wrote in 1990 when Snyder made a stop at Harvard University to read his poems. This would have been a blog post if blogging had been the thing back then.—PM

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Poetry Reading by Gary Sndyer at Boylston Hall, Harvard University

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Rain-whipped night outside nondescript auditorium — school hall plain to hold wild ideas, maybe. Slow-gathering crowd reaches some 100: student-looking, Cantabrigian, academic scruff, a few small kids, casual country-style dressers shaking off the wet. Someone tells me Snyder asked to make an appearance, saying “He used to be a hanger-on here years ago,” but I can’t make sense of that since he’s a Westie. This fall he’s teaching a quick course just south at Trinity College. Grolier Bookshop and poetry chapel has a book table out back. Microphone test next, and then a video-disc player is wheeled in. Huge man in plaid shirt overfills a front seat. Two croissant-eating youngsters with blonde mom reading a college paper take seats to my right. Young woman behind describes a film about the Berlin Wall. Many Snyderish-looking men with beards, ponytails, work-clothes. Woman reading Ovid. Someone with stack of books must be expecting GS to sign. A few veteran professors in the youngish crowd. Coats bejewelled with rain-dots. A host of earth-colored sweaters. Cups of yogurt and steamy coffee. Umbrellas and ponchos get shaken. Two black wooden chairs at a fold-up table on stage. Tech director in booth drinks from a quart of juice. This event celebrates publication of essay collection, The Practice of the Wild, and re-issue of Riprap and Cold Mountain Poems by North Point Press of San Francisco, lovely, flinty old poems that made such a difference so long ago. He starts reading “Mid-August at Sourdough Mountain Lookout,” — ends “Looking down for miles/Through high still air.” Then tells on himself: “There’s something not true in this poem — ‘I cannot remember things I once read’” — admits, “I could remember Chinese poems. Maybe the truth is I can’t forget anything I’ve ever read.”  Then comes “Piute Creek” with “All the junk that goes with being human” — “I was working for the National Park Service at the time,” he explains.  He then picks up the essays, ten years of work.  “How do we resolve the dichotomy of civilization and the wild?,” he wonders. “What we call wild is very orderly.” He reads calmly, with witty intonations. Happy audience quick to chuckle. “ ‘We have made a lot of this place, but the fishing is no good anymore,’ says a car dealer out west,”  he reports. On stage Gary is a small-framed man with gray-brown hair and a short gray beard, wearing blue cotton shirt open at the neck and a charcoal-gray sport coat. He says, “Very bold people from the ‘60’s are still in play. Everybody’s heart was in the right place.”  To the guaranteed-to-be-asked question about Jack Kerouac, he replies, “Part of his problem was alcohol … He looked to the past but was not necessarily reactionary. He was charming in his way.” And on being a model for Japhy Ryder, he reminds us: The Dharma Bums is a novel. “I like The Subterraneans better than The Dharma Bums, and Doctor Sax is my favorite Kerouac novel.” He recalls climbing the Sierra Matterhorn again — “Range after range of mountains/Year after year,/I am still in love.”  “Why do you write?”, he’s asked. “It helps me organize my own thoughts. It’s a way to participate in your community. I never thought of writing as a solitary activity. I always considered it a dialogue.” To another questioner he responds, “You have to be a working class person to read a lot.” He talks about community work, political work, cultural work. He says his plan for the next seven years is to finish many writing projects. “Everyone is busy,” he says. “Why?  They’re trying to keep up with things.”  And near the end says lightheartedly, “My daily life is like everyone else’s.”

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—Paul Marion, November 10, 1990 (c) 1990, revised 2007