THE DARK BOOK by Nathan Bennett Burt

June 25th, 2010

Dark is when the sun is down.
Dark is when the lights are off.
Dark is black.

Dark is cobalt blue.
Dark is when you write in black, because black is a dark color.
Dark is scary monsters.
Dark is black.

Dark is dark stripes.
Dark is caves.
Dark is hair, because your hair is dark, Daddy.
Dark is maroon.
Dark is purple.
Dark is dark green.
Dark is black.

our new new guy

April 14th, 2010

We are proud to announce the arrival on Tuesday April 13 of Cooper Robert Bennett Burt, 7lbs 5oz 19″ and all excitement, even when he is sleeping (it’s a mellow excitement).

More news as it happens! And even more on our facebook feeds, where much, or most, of the personal and family information that used to go here has migrated. For example, you’ll find some truly beautiful baby pictures there.

a new story

November 14th, 2009

Nathan stayed home with Jessie today and he made up a story, which she wrote down. We have his permission to present it here:

One dark and rainy night,
I saw a black cat.
It was eating in the woods.
And then it did something funny…
It played music!
It was singing “Twinkle, Twinkle.”
It played the guitar.
It didn’t just play the guitar by itself…
It played with a tiger, who played the drums.
The end.

We hope you’ll agree that there’s something characteristically… Nathanesque going on here, both in the style and in the choice of events.

We’ve been quiet for a while…

September 11th, 2009

So I thought I'd share this musical interlude.

whales, woodman’s, wilco

July 11th, 2009

Nathan and Jessie and I spent the morning on a whale watch with Grammy and Kevin, had lunch at the place that says it invented fried clams, and– rather than dinner– had something better than dinner: a rock show at the Lowell Spinners field, with K and W (friends), and with Conor Oberst, whose work I still love, and Wilco, whose new record is just fine. We are having a summer!

During the brief interval of inaction at home this afternoon Nathan lay down in a dark room on a “beach” made of pillows and told me, and then told Jessie and Grammy, all about the African hawk seagull, whose friends are regular seagulls, but who is different from the regular seagull species: the African hawk seagull is purple and orange, has a light in the tail like a firefly, eats blowfish which it finds by diving into blowfish schools, and lives on the moon. I hope this sort of imagination persists into adulthood. Or else I hope for something very like it.

tell me a story about me

May 6th, 2009

If you know Else Minarik’s Little Bear (the original series of four linked illustrated stories for small children, not the sequels) you probably think of it as a cute, warm story– certainly that’s what I expected when Jessie brought it home for Nathan, and that’s right as far as it goes. But when I realized that reading it all the way through, to Nathan, made me cry more than once, my interpretive organ got to work: what’s so profound, or so sad, or so happy, about it? Why does it feel as profound as (less mysteriously) The Giving Tree, a book that really is sad (so much so that I think it’s not really for kids), whereas Little Bear is consoling, and happy at last?

If you don’t know Little Bear, this won’t make any sense. If you do, try these hypotheses: in the world of Little Bear and Mother Bear, you can only become what you are: the best coat is your fur, the best planet to visit (the only planet you can visit) the Earth you know. Moreover– as Little Bear learns when he can’t sleep– the only wish that is ever granted to us is the wish for stories; and the only stories we end up hearing, the only stories we understand or want to hear, are stories about ourselves.

Nathan, by the way, loves it: he paid me the great compliment, tonight, of calling me Father Bear.

Polly Wolly Doodle

March 19th, 2009

another close call

March 12th, 2009

Another new post on the literary-professional-poetry blog, where posts wholly literary, professional, poetry-related, or academic will henceforth go. (This one’s a thank-you to recent poets who read here, to the former student who sent me a really promising book, a heads-up about my upcoming event in Glasgow, and a plea that you-all help me avoid plagiarism.) Matters personal, fun, music-, house-, Nathan-, or basketball-related, in addition to matters unclassifiable, will continue to result in posts (albeit, alas, infrequent) here.

By the way, Close Calls, the book, is now out!

conversations with Nathan

February 23rd, 2009

Yesterday… me: “What are you thinking about?’
Nathan: “I’m not thinking about anything.”
Me: “I’m thinking about spaceships.” (We’re still enjoying the Martians.)
Nathan: “No you’re not. You’re thinking about French horns and trumpets and tubas and bass guitars and pianos and, and drums, and violins!”

Today (as we walked across an icy parking lot and felt the wind blow): “When it’s cold in the winter I like to think of the sun and the beach.”

In non-cute news, I’ll be in San Antonio on Thursday talking about poetry and stuff. I’ll try to bring back the sun, though I don’t think I can do anything about a beach.

Facebook Meme: 25 Random Things About Me

February 3rd, 2009

This meme has been tearing through Facebook like a wildfire. Thought I might as well share my response here since I’ve been simply awful about blogging lately…

Rules: Once you’ve been tagged, you are supposed to write a note with 25 random things, facts, habits, or goals about you. At the end, choose 25 people to be tagged. You have to tag the person who tagged you. If I tagged you, it’s because I want to know more about you.

1. I received this from four people (well, one of them only had 10 random things) before I finally answered it.

2. I accidentally navigated away from the page when I had about ten of these things written and lost the whole list. If you decide to do this, write it in a separate text editor and copy and paste when you’re done.

3. I am constantly aware of issues related to class and financial status. I have a fear that is actually common among many women that I will one day be a bag lady (http://moneycentral.msn.com/content/Retirementandwills/Playingcatchup/P140989.asp ).

4. Being married to someone from a different economic class whose erudite schooling is almost comically intimidating does not erase my anxieties about such things.

5. I used to be a born-again Christian. I am still, to borrow a phrase from Susan Campbell, “Jesus haunted,” but I do not now, nor will I ever again, believe in hell. I agree with the Rev. Carlton Pearson that any God who would condemn that many people to eternal suffering would be worse than the most genocidal maniacs in history. (for more on that, listen to this episode of This American Life: http://thisamericanlife.org/Radio_Episode.aspx?sched=1273 and I will pay you back the dollar for the download).

6. I don’t believe that you need to believe in God or in any spiritual realm to be a good person.

7. I comprehend faith in God, and understand that many people I love believe that my lack of faith means that I will be condemned. I feel sad that they carry that burden of worry, but I can’t carry it for them.

8. My son Nathan was born by emergency Caesarean. I had an easy recovery and am perfectly fine with the fact that I didn’t have to push him out of my body. This does not mean that I didn’t have to work really fucking hard to bring him into this world.

9. I used to live in New York City, and I still miss it.

10. I used to live in Saint Paul, Minnesota, and I miss it even more.

11. The first one of these notes that I was tagged in was from Alicia, and she said something really nice about me and Steve in her note. It made me cry because I miss her a lot.

12. Whenever I hear the phrase “Not Available in Stores,” I hear it as “Storrs.” Since there isn’t jack squat besides UConn there, it’s fitting.

13.I spent my 20s convinced that I hated my high school years, and in my 30s realized how much I actually loved them.

14. I have often wanted to be more of a tech geek, but coding makes my head spin.

15. I wanted to be an actress when I was young, and sometimes I still think that it’s what I should do with my life.

16. I know how to do a lot of things pretty well, but as soon as I get good at something, I devalue its importance and difficulty.

17. I sometimes use grocery shopping as a form of therapy. I just spent $150 at Market Basket, and I feel pretty good about it.

18. When I go back home, I am astounded by how few good restaurants there are.

19. I once rooted for the Yankees just to annoy one of my Red Sox fan friends. I still carry that shame with me every day.

20. I have done and said other shameful things, but nothing I want to admit on Facebook.

21. I used to really hate Elmo, but now I kind of like him. Barney, however, is the antichrist.

22. I wish I had more patience, especially with my spouse and my son.

23. I listen to This American Life on my iPod every week.

24. It won’t hurt my feelings if you never get around to writing your own note like this.

25. I’m glad that I’m done with this and hope I didn’t make anyone feel badly.