Description:Poet's StatementA long time ago, in what seems like another lifetime, I lived in San Francisco and worked for an insurance company. My job was to process group insurance claims, medical and life. I remember that a particular claim had me stumped for a while. A husband and wife had crashed their private plane in the mountains of northern California. Both were dead when the searchers found them, and no one could determine the order of death, or, in colder words, which spouse's contingent beneficiary was to receive all the life insurance money. Fortunately someone dug up a little-known law under which, when a man and a woman die in a common accident, the man is presumed to survive the woman. I don't believe this “ladies first” rule is still in effect, except possibly in Louisiana.Fast forward a couple of decades or so. I was struggling with a poem called “The Common Accident,” a difficult poem for me because it dealt obliquely with my aging father's deteriorating health. At around the same time, I was fooling around with dBase III on an old DOS computer. I knew nothing about programming, not really, but I was working for a university press at the time, and, because I needed a database to track subsidiary rights sales, I was spending an hour or so each day working out menus and submenus to take me from the specifics of a published book to its possible other incarnations in various languages and bindings. The menus and submenus were what fascinated me. I saw them as a series of roads to take or not to take, signposts suggesting real and imagined choices. I started playing with “The Common Accident,” spinning lines off into other poems that I called “polychotomies,” going for something messier than a dichotomy, something unpredictable, sort of like life. What I wanted was an open-ended structure that would allow me to generate poems out of details of personal or family history and to link them in unexpected sequences. When the series threatened to sprawl out of control, I wrote “The Accidentals,” which is composed entirely of phrases from the poems that precede it, in an attempt to pull everything together, sort of unlike life.As for Carlisle, she just happened. She is tougher and braver than I am. But the butterfly was real.We have made it easy for you to find a PDF Ebooks without any digging. And by having access to our ebooks online or by storing it on your computer, you have convenient answers with Carlisle & the Common Accident. To get started finding Carlisle & the Common Accident, you are right to find our website which has a comprehensive collection of manuals listed. Our library is the biggest of these that have literally hundreds of thousands of different products represented.
Description: Poet's StatementA long time ago, in what seems like another lifetime, I lived in San Francisco and worked for an insurance company. My job was to process group insurance claims, medical and life. I remember that a particular claim had me stumped for a while. A husband and wife had crashed their private plane in the mountains of northern California. Both were dead when the searchers found them, and no one could determine the order of death, or, in colder words, which spouse's contingent beneficiary was to receive all the life insurance money. Fortunately someone dug up a little-known law under which, when a man and a woman die in a common accident, the man is presumed to survive the woman. I don't believe this “ladies first” rule is still in effect, except possibly in Louisiana.Fast forward a couple of decades or so. I was struggling with a poem called “The Common Accident,” a difficult poem for me because it dealt obliquely with my aging father's deteriorating health. At around the same time, I was fooling around with dBase III on an old DOS computer. I knew nothing about programming, not really, but I was working for a university press at the time, and, because I needed a database to track subsidiary rights sales, I was spending an hour or so each day working out menus and submenus to take me from the specifics of a published book to its possible other incarnations in various languages and bindings. The menus and submenus were what fascinated me. I saw them as a series of roads to take or not to take, signposts suggesting real and imagined choices. I started playing with “The Common Accident,” spinning lines off into other poems that I called “polychotomies,” going for something messier than a dichotomy, something unpredictable, sort of like life. What I wanted was an open-ended structure that would allow me to generate poems out of details of personal or family history and to link them in unexpected sequences. When the series threatened to sprawl out of control, I wrote “The Accidentals,” which is composed entirely of phrases from the poems that precede it, in an attempt to pull everything together, sort of unlike life.As for Carlisle, she just happened. She is tougher and braver than I am. But the butterfly was real.We have made it easy for you to find a PDF Ebooks without any digging. And by having access to our ebooks online or by storing it on your computer, you have convenient answers with Carlisle & the Common Accident. To get started finding Carlisle & the Common Accident, you are right to find our website which has a comprehensive collection of manuals listed. Our library is the biggest of these that have literally hundreds of thousands of different products represented.