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Caminotebook: January 2010

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Writings by Marcia Camino. Monday, January 25, 2010. True Blue: Glimpsing the Na’vi. I finally saw Avatar. While I did not love it, I will admit I cannot stop thinking about it. The notion of the avatar itself is my favorite part of this film. What is an avatar? In internet land, we know it to be a being we select or create to represent ourselves. But the word has much older roots than late 20th-Century computer-generated entity making. The word avatar. Is ancient, from Sanskrit avatāra. As a yogi and an...

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Caminotebook: Art Major to the Military History Minor

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Writings by Marcia Camino. Wednesday, June 30, 2010. Art Major to the Military History Minor. In the age before the ageless streams. You and I, agreeably,. Walked to the wild river's edge. The whitecaps inspired in us a pledge:. In concord, we share everything. In the time after that the clouds burst forth. And we witnessed thoughts, then births. Of storms of human madness and grief. We learned our disciplines but took heed. Undone by colors and clashes. But oh from the mountains active and high,.

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Caminotebook: September 2009

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Writings by Marcia Camino. Monday, September 28, 2009. Ode to Jo(e)y: The Big Four Ohhhh! I am almost ten years older than my husband, so every milestone birthday he has had since we’ve been together (his 25th, 30th, and 35th) I have witnessed through my ‘been there done it, kid, you’re gonna love it’ eyes, the know-it-all elder’s wink wink nudge nudge of fun, if you will. Then this one hits: Joey’s birthday, 2009. Theme: ME ME ME ME. Here are the four reasons why:. Two: Thanks largely to a colleague who...

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Caminotebook: April 2010

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Writings by Marcia Camino. Friday, April 30, 2010. National Poetry Month Day 30. Grin Pinch. At arm’s length. But then the tense line. Melts, the willingness to leap, the creamy fall. Into love, an engine that once begun purrs. Perpetual adoration, the hearthfire that never. Goes out—a boy in short pants or frontier girl. Having carried the coal from one home to another. It’s never over for a dog. The red glass breaks. Cold. Sharpened votive tongues. Standing before the guttering. A Theory of Bowers.

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Caminotebook: October 2009

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Writings by Marcia Camino. Monday, October 26, 2009. I Crossed the Street. Just east of the heart of campus where I went to college ran Ridge Street. On its north side stretched a cemetery and next to that, ironically, the university’s student health center. In those days I had a preference for neither place, for I preferred neither death nor life. Whether reading Time. As I walked, my mind raced through the opening lines to the prologue of The Canterbury Tales,. I can drive us to Aaanaaaaheim! I looked ...

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Caminotebook: Late Summer

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Writings by Marcia Camino. Wednesday, June 16, 2010. From dash to passing. Corn and soy fields. The sky of sunset pinks. Be friends forever, said. That's just the way it is.". And if pressed to say so. For what matter the corn? What color the sky? What shade of hazel. It makes no matter. For you were promising. Marcia Camino, B.A., M.F.A., E-R.Y.T., R.C.Y.P. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). Marcia Camino, B.A., M.F.A., E-R.Y.T., R.C.Y.P. View my complete profile. Art Major to the Military History Minor.

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Caminotebook: February 2010

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Writings by Marcia Camino. Tuesday, February 16, 2010. Do you see me in you? If so, do you know who I am? Because I am sitting here watching the dance, and though I am a member of an audience, and I am watching you, and when you stop I applaud for you, and I cry for what I have seen and felt, I still don’t know who I am. I don’t know who I am. What am I to do? What am I to do? Is that the song of angels? Is this the ‘yuj’ in yoga? I don’t know who I am. I only know: I am. Links to this post.

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Caminotebook: June 2010

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Writings by Marcia Camino. Wednesday, June 30, 2010. Art Major to the Military History Minor. In the age before the ageless streams. You and I, agreeably,. Walked to the wild river's edge. The whitecaps inspired in us a pledge:. In concord, we share everything. In the time after that the clouds burst forth. And we witnessed thoughts, then births. Of storms of human madness and grief. We learned our disciplines but took heed. Undone by colors and clashes. But oh from the mountains active and high,. And if...

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Caminotebook: November 2009

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Writings by Marcia Camino. Tuesday, November 3, 2009. I am taking a blogging break in the month of November to participate in NANOWRIMO, National Novel Writing Month. The challenge: To write 50,000 words in 30 days. I'll see you back here in December. Learn more about NANOWRIMO: http:/ www.nanowrimo.org/. Marcia Camino, B.A., M.F.A., E-R.Y.T., R.C.Y.P. Links to this post. Subscribe to: Posts (Atom). Marcia Camino, B.A., M.F.A., E-R.Y.T., R.C.Y.P. View my complete profile. Almost.But Not Quite.