Strange thing, teaching when you are in principle retired, but am staying on as a Resident Professor and giving a brief workshop course in Cross-Disciplinary Translation, dealing with obsessions, fragments, seriality, and collage. My graduate students seem to be doing all sorts of jobs, some teaching and some editing Just sent in draft of Creative Gatherings: Art Colonies and Schools, Salons, Studios, and Cafes, or whatever it will be called by the publishers, which will be heavily illustrated, and with nineteen different chapters on places my painter grandmother was part of, such as the Academie Julian in Paris and the Florence Griswold House  in Old Lyme, Conn,  and  and others we visited this past summer, from Barbizon near Fontainebleau to Pont-Aven and Le Pouldu in Brittany, after our usual summer hangout in our old cabanon near Carpentras in Provence. Now, the winter thing in New York, not a bad life.  

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and reading Julian Bell's Mirror of the World  in a room surrounded by paintings by Clive Blackmore, and drawings by Jacqueline Lamba she gave me at the same time as her first love letter from Andre Breton, and one by Angelica Garnett I purchased from an  exhibition where she was signing books -- one she had tiven me -- with Alice Mauron, whom I visited so very often -- and posters about exhibitions with Rene Char, and another about Spanish still lifes, and pictures of Carpentras with its former walls, and something from Pont-Aven, like a history of what I've loved..