Mara Buck's Writings
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Poem
Nov.10.2009
Scout
The essence of childhood trudges through woods. Encumbered yet steadfast, she stumbles on bravely, resolutely scouting the darkness, encased within a ham, banging into trees. All children that ever were, she is. We ache for her and see ourselves and the best we can hope for is that our costumes have peripheral vision.
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Poem
Sep.14.2009
Grizzly curmudgeon,Irascible bear,Hiding your loveUnder a smokescreenOf politics and wit.Smart-ass intellectual, Cynically healingDespite yourself.
A suspenders man.A fedora guy.Proud to bustin’ ofYour beloved, yet wayBeyond the schmaltz ofHallmark, breathingLife into characters andDying patients, makingStories for the ages.
Were there ever birthday cards? ...
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Poem
Sep.13.2009
I cannot go outToday to play,For I am writingA book.Cannot deal withThe superficial,The insipid,Inconsequential ---Please take note,For I am writingA book.Have no timeFor youOr meOr even teaFor two or one,For I amWriting a book.Yes, I know,It’s been awhile,And I now shouldHave time, butNow you seeI don’t ---For I haveWritten a book.
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Toni Morrison says, “If there is a book you really want to read but it hasn’t been written yet, then you must write it.” So I have. HIGHWAY TO OBLIVION.”
About Mara
A naïve Maine native, I arrived at NYU eager to become a lawyer (until l met one!) so switched to Art History (all those beautiful slides!), studied anatomy and painting at the Art Students League, wrote art criticism for “The Villager” and handled foreign...
Connections
Causes Mara Buck Supports
Kennebec Valley Humane Society, Amnesty International