WEBVTT 00:00:00.000 --> 00:00:00.840 align:middle line:90% 00:00:00.840 --> 00:00:03.120 align:middle line:84% I'm just going to read one more poem. 00:00:03.120 --> 00:00:09.180 align:middle line:84% And this one is for Barbara Cully, who's here. 00:00:09.180 --> 00:00:12.900 align:middle line:84% I also want to acknowledge Bruce Forché, who is here, 00:00:12.900 --> 00:00:17.460 align:middle line:84% who is also in the memoir, and thank him for his help with 00:00:17.460 --> 00:00:20.440 align:middle line:84% the passages that had to do with him. 00:00:20.440 --> 00:00:25.500 align:middle line:84% And I also want to dedicate this poem to Bruce and Marsha 00:00:25.500 --> 00:00:27.150 align:middle line:90% Boston. 00:00:27.150 --> 00:00:30.750 align:middle line:84% Bruce Boston was a poet, Marcia a painter. 00:00:30.750 --> 00:00:35.190 align:middle line:84% They taught at La Jolla Country Day School in California. 00:00:35.190 --> 00:00:37.950 align:middle line:84% The four of us, Bruce and Marsha, Barbara and I 00:00:37.950 --> 00:00:42.270 align:middle line:84% were very close friends in those years and since. 00:00:42.270 --> 00:00:46.950 align:middle line:84% And Barbara and I learned this morning that they had died. 00:00:46.950 --> 00:00:51.130 align:middle line:84% So I just want to remember them, Bruce and Marcia Boston. 00:00:51.130 --> 00:00:54.540 align:middle line:84% They were high school teachers, and very dedicated. 00:00:54.540 --> 00:00:58.440 align:middle line:84% But both of them were artists too. 00:00:58.440 --> 00:01:00.180 align:middle line:90% This is called, "What Comes". 00:01:00.180 --> 00:01:05.459 align:middle line:84% And it's for all of you who have survived and come 00:01:05.459 --> 00:01:07.200 align:middle line:90% through cancer. 00:01:07.200 --> 00:01:11.700 align:middle line:84% I wrote it when I was in chemotherapy. 00:01:11.700 --> 00:01:16.030 align:middle line:84% It begins with a little epigraph by Zhenkai Zhao, the resistance 00:01:16.030 --> 00:01:16.530 align:middle line:90% poet. 00:01:16.530 --> 00:01:19.050 align:middle line:90% 00:01:19.050 --> 00:01:25.320 align:middle line:84% "I brought from despair a basket so small, my love, 00:01:25.320 --> 00:01:27.900 align:middle line:84% that it might have been woven of willows. 00:01:27.900 --> 00:01:30.450 align:middle line:90% 00:01:30.450 --> 00:01:34.800 align:middle line:84% To speak is not yet to have spoken. 00:01:34.800 --> 00:01:38.850 align:middle line:84% The not yet of a white realm of nothing 00:01:38.850 --> 00:01:43.800 align:middle line:84% left neither for itself nor another. 00:01:43.800 --> 00:01:47.940 align:middle line:84% A no longer already there along with the arrival of what 00:01:47.940 --> 00:01:52.950 align:middle line:84% has been, light and the reverse of light. 00:01:52.950 --> 00:01:57.750 align:middle line:84% Terror as walking blind along the breaking sea, 00:01:57.750 --> 00:02:01.110 align:middle line:90% body in whom I lived. 00:02:01.110 --> 00:02:07.080 align:middle line:84% The not yet of death darkening what it briefly illuminates. 00:02:07.080 --> 00:02:12.660 align:middle line:84% An unknown place, as between languages, back and forth, 00:02:12.660 --> 00:02:17.010 align:middle line:84% breath to breath, as a calm in the surround rises. 00:02:17.010 --> 00:02:22.510 align:middle line:84% Fireflies in lindens and ache of pine. 00:02:22.510 --> 00:02:26.220 align:middle line:90% You have yourself within you. 00:02:26.220 --> 00:02:28.110 align:middle line:90% Yourself. 00:02:28.110 --> 00:02:30.450 align:middle line:90% You have her. 00:02:30.450 --> 00:02:34.260 align:middle line:84% And there is nothing that cannot be seen. 00:02:34.260 --> 00:02:39.750 align:middle line:84% Open, then, to the coming of what comes." 00:02:39.750 --> 00:02:40.620 align:middle line:90% OK, thank you. 00:02:40.620 --> 00:02:43.620 align:middle line:90% 00:02:43.620 --> 00:02:45.470 align:middle line:90% Thank you.