4- Frozen Sun, Library and Emails, Writer from Maine

Once in a while the sky clears, the blue, the sun are so bright. The trees are sparkling. The snow still icy.

The library of the Foundation, where one can access the internet is closed, but in front, on the covered terrace there is a bench with cushions where one can stay and access the internet at any hour of the day or night, as we had been told yesterday by Michael Knight, the director. I am there with a jacket, thick sweater and socks, wooly hat, gloves, as I would like to check my email. Here comes Carolyn, the writer from yesterday, she settles in to read her emails. Mine is not working.
It is very cold, but we stay to chat quite a while. She starts with an explanation of the word “decolonized” to talk about people who do not conform to dominant thought. Then she tells me that she writes plays only about women to balance the international theatrical production where there are so many more roles for men.

De : Carolyn Gage
The Parmachene Belle
23 janvier 2010 22:16:
À : marie


Fine snow was falling. We leave on foot towards the library, along Kit Carson Road, rather poorly named for Indian country, there is also his house transformed into a museum, and a national forest named for him, all, it would appear, without any protest. It was he, who to end the revolt of the Navajos, (they had killed a lot of whites), had given the order to exterminate all, including the women and children. They sought refuge in the Canyon of Death, named in their memory, a part of the Canyon of Chelly.

We spend the afternoon at the municipal library. Leaving, we discover the surrounding mountains in white made sparkling by the radiance of the sun and the deep gray, very somber, almost blue night of a stormy sky.

At home, I read two short plays that Carolyn had put on my computer. Where I expected activist theater, which I do not like at all, there are quite intense plays.

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