Bemidji-Minnesota

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Some friendly deer I met at Paul Bunyan’s Animal Land in Bemidji, Minnesota.  Thought I would share something different. 

The first deer I spent at least half an hour petting.  He was just a big baby with antlers.  ^__^  The last one is the elusive albino devil deer.  Actually, I made that up.  XD  I don’t remember what that breed is called.

This time last year I was preparing to move away from my home and everything I knew to pursue my career… A thousand miles away in Northern Minnesota. It was a tough decision, and some times I think I regret it because of what it cost me (someone I love.) But then I remember all the amazing friends I made and still talk to every week. I remember seeing, and being inside, of the Aurora Borealis (northern lights,) spending 4th of July watching fireworks with the entire Kamaji Crew in town at the beach, eating lunch at the vegan cafe, The Cabin, every chance I got, walking around downtown Bemidji with my wonderful room mates Rachael and Aimee, catching over fifty frogs and putting them in the boys’ cabin plus the slew of other ridiculous pranks Aimee (aka Thacker Jacker,) Rachael (aka Smiles,) and I (aka Snortz) pulled on the boys, waking up to beautiful sunrises and falling asleep to beautiful sunsets over the most beautiful river… So many amazing memories of last summer that I will never forget.

The sun isn’t even a pearl today—
its light diffused, strained gray
by winter haze—this the grayest
day so far, so when I enter the Wells
Fargo parking lot the last thing I expect
is to see the sun in the car next to mine.
I watch a woman make out with the sun,
and I’m jealous of the sun. Beautiful
beyond her desire—wanting the sun
so—she almost glows as she tugs
sweetness from his whiskers with
her teeth, and his drool runs down
her chin. I think the sun is a man,
but it’s hard to tell in this light. No,
it’s a mango, and I’m jealous of her.
— 

Poem of the day: July 17, 2015
The Sun in Bemidji, Minnesota // Sean Hill

listen plantsville connecticut, don’t send me rude asks anymore unless u wanna come to bemidji minnesota and fight next to the paul bunyan statue

The Sun in Bemidji, Minnesota

The sun isn’t even a pearl today—
its light diffused, strained gray
by winter haze—this the grayest
day so far, so when I enter the Wells
Fargo parking lot the last thing I expect
is to see the sun in the car next to mine.
I watch a woman make out with the sun,
and I’m jealous of the sun. Beautiful
beyond her desire—wanting the sun
so—she almost glows as she tugs
sweetness from his whiskers with
her teeth, and his drool runs down
her chin. I think the sun is a man,
but it’s hard to tell in this light. No,
it’s a mango, and I’m jealous of her.

My “Family” last night in “St. Petersburg” read below to learn more about the fun we had last night at @Lesnoe_Ozero #RussianLanguageVillage:
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Taken from the #LesnoeOzero Blog:
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“In the evening villagers met at St. Petersburg divided by families and learnt how to greet each other in languages of the Central Asian region. Each family visited various stations, where they learnt about Central Asian and Russian history and geography, sang a Kazakh song, tried different Eastern dances, and picked up a few Tadjik phrases. The purpose of the evening program was to introduce our villagers to the language, culture and food of the region which was a part of the USSR for a long time and remains an imorptant part of the Russian-speaking world as well as keeps strong economic and cultural ties with Russia nowadays. Moreover, before the evening program the villagers had a chance to find themselves in a restaurant somewhere in a Central Asian city ordering (surely in Russian) local food such as lepeshka (flatbread), plov (pilaf) and lagman (lamian, a Central Asian dish).”

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In Her Room Episode #20: Susan Carol Hauser


This week’s guest on In Her Room is the magnanimous and profoundly kind Susan Carol Hauser. Our conversation about teaching, image vocabularies, and the importance of community is such a gift to share with you.



“Writing…Is part of the fabric of my life.”


Here are some things mentioned in this episode:

Susan’s website
Susan’s blog
You Can Write a Memoir!
My Kind of River Journey: Seeking Passage on the Mississippi
Wild Rice: An Essential Guide to Cooking, History, and Harvesting
Wild Sugar: The Pleasures of Making Maple Syrup
Outside After Dark
Susan’s other books
Measures of Loss :: Published in Terrain Magazine

Bemidji State University
Minnesota Northwoods Writer’s Conference
National Writer’s Union
Author’s Guild
Poets & Writers magazine
Lake Itasca State Park :: Headwaters of the Mississippi River

On vacation in Bemidji, Minnesota! 

My view right now

We’re trying to figure out some things to do for the next 6 days around here. There’s an ice cream shop and several nice restaurants we’ll try. We’re going to go into town soon and sight see, hopefully find a coffee shop. There’s also a river museum but it looks like it’s designed mostly for kids :(

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The Sun in Bemidji, Minnesota | Academy of American Poets

“For me there are sometimes these moments in life in which I feel like I’ve walked into a poem. I come to recognize a dramatic situation—a situation in which the doing or acting feels from my perspective not ordinary. And I feel a resonance with what I’m experiencing, and language comes to me to try and help me make something of it. Poetry requires attentiveness. A kind of inadvertent voyeurism or fascination—a type of attentiveness—and the happenstance that engenders some poems are a part of this. And I remember my first mango, which I had years before my first kiss, which I remember too. And it goes without saying that Bemidji, Minnesota, is a very special place.”
—Sean Hill

Where Paul Bunyan Was Born

Folk hero Paul Bunyan and his trusty ox Babe come from Bemidji, Minnesota - a town that’s still proud of its lumberjack roots.