Haystack: The Writer as Craftsperson

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On the rocks at Haystack

I’ll be back at the Haystack Mountain School of Crafts in Deer Isle, Maine, this summer as the visiting writer during session 3.  I won’t be teaching a workshop, but every afternoon I’ll lead a discussion or a walk or give a talk of some kind, suggest an activity, and one evening, certainly, I’ll give a reading. Otherwise I’ll be thinking and writing and reading and maybe drawing (there’s a nature drawing class while I’m there) or even blowing glass (there’s a beginning glassblowing workshop, too!).  And staring at the ocean, also swimming, though the water is cold.  There are seven sessions in all, six of two weeks, one of one week, and a tantalizing array of classes in all sorts of crafts are offered.  And the thing that I love is that writing is one of those crafts.  I’ve written about my experience at Haystack here.  But just wanted to let you know what a great, peaceful, inspiring, experience it is.  Plus, they’ve got application deadlines coming up March 1.  Have a look: www.haystack-mtn.org.  Catalog listing by session: www.haystack-mtn.org/summer_workshops.php.

Stu Kestenbaum, director and poet, talking to a bench full of really accomplished and lovely faculty craftspeople

 

Yours truly, on the rocks

Rob Jackson working on a ring

India Flint with her fabrics and tattoos and site-foraged dyes

Haystack mushrooms and mosses, whoa

 

I shot this trailer for LIFE AMONG GIANTS on the rocks at Haystack.

 

 



  1. Debora writes:

    I like the pics with all the interesting tools and objects on the tables…makes me want to sit down with India and Rob and put something together.

  2. Debora writes:

    Hi BR! What you said in your Haystack description!…when time meets place and there’s someone there to notice, narrative begins…will consider ways to bring form to the void and look out over that abyss with out fear…

    I’m going to have to borrow this–I’ll bring it out at some cocktail party, maybe wave a cigarette through the air as I reflect on the greatness of writing…hahaha.

    Seriously, I love how you say things.