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Principal Chosen for Riverbend Elementary School

Juneau School District Announcements - Thu, 04/24/2014 - 11:20am

The Juneau School District has selected Michelle Byer as the new principal for Riverbend Elementary School. Byer is currently a principal in the Haines School District, where she has been since 2007.

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Jonathan Bower: This Ritual of Reading to Each Other: On Reading Beowulf with My Ten Year Old

49 Writers - Thu, 04/24/2014 - 7:00am
     
This post was inspired by William Stafford’s poem, ‘A Ritual to Read to Each Other,’ on which I based the title for this musing. You can listen to Stafford read his poem here: http://williamstaffordarchives.org/browse/audio 
I’m entirely not sure what compelled me to undertake Beowulf with my ten year-old, Sam. Even though the epic poem has remained a blazing signpost, a significant point of reference in my development as an adoring but hopeless slave to Literature and writing, I can’t today recall one thing my high school English teacher wanted us to learn when we read the Burton Raffel translation in the 1980’s. Add to this that I was that painfully shy, pimple-faced, frizzy haired kid in your English class that you’ve otherwise totally forgotten about, the guy who always looked like he was trying to hide inside his coat, was usually buried in his comic books or drawing pads, and now that you think of it looked a lot like Napoleon Dynamite. Considering where and who I was at that stage of life, I’m still shocked today that I even followed through with purchasing and reading page one of the book at all.
And while I have not retained many specific, precise details about Beowulfover the years, I know too well that an unmistakable “something” about the language with which Raffel crafted and relayed our hero’s tale immediately captivated and enlivened me in adolescence. So much so that nearly twenty-five years later, I credit that staggering recognition, my unexpected and surprising fascination with the vibrant interplay between language and story as a mysterious magnet pull, an unspoken invitation that would shamelessly seduce me into a lifelong love affair with Literature.
Fast-forward to all these years later, and Sam and I were drawing to the end of Tolkien’s Fellowship of the Ring. He shared that he was ready for a break from the Hobbits. However, he specifically requested we find something with legends and tales of knights and warriors, along with any battle that featured swords, shields, and bows and arrows. Also, Seamus Heaney had just then passed away, and his death cemented my regret that I had still not explored his translation of the oldest epic poem in the English language.
This time around, however, where I encountered scenes and lines that stoked again the familiar fires the tale sparked in me many years ago, I was also surprised to stumble upon frustrations I couldn’t recall from my initial reading of the work. There were nights with Sam that I barely slogged my way through one or another section. During various monologues or any dull-seeming scene detailing longstanding grudges and factions between families, countries, and kingdoms I would tell myself, “Well, that’s it. You’ve lost him.” Even if I wasn’t rolling my eyes on the outside, there were nights that I labored through sections of the work and wondered how the tale could have made any significant impact on me as an adolescent.
 Some evenings, I would convince myself that I’d read Sam to sleep, or that “this” or “tonight” was it – he’d be done, officially bored senseless into wanting us to read something else. But no dice. Every night that I worried I’d lost him on any level, I’d check in, ask him what he thinks, and he would smile. “This is a really good story!” he gushed on one occasion. Looking over my shoulder as I read on another evening, he discovered and then pointed out the protagonist’s name on the left, the Old English side of Heaney’s bilingual text. Other nights he groaned when I suggested we pick up the tale the following evening.
As if I needed further affirmation for this puzzling effort, on the night we finished it, I closed the book, and Sam asked me if he could take it to school and share it with his teacher the following week.         
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I’ve known for a long time, well before I ever became a parent, that regardless of how or where our interests may diverge over the years, perhaps nothing would prove more important or a priority to me than that my children stand capable of becoming critical thinkers, able to intelligently navigate among the spoils and excess our culture indiscriminately lobs at us around the clock. From before they could even lift their heads, or sort out one stitch about the times they’ve been born into, the one way I imagined my children might manage to stand more firmly grounded, able-bodied, and aware of their footing in the world is by becoming literate, and in so doing call to life an interminable curiosity about the places in which they find themselves. Stories, throughout my experience, have consistently proven the means by which I maintain my own incessant curiosity with the world. Stories are also, consequently, the fuel that drives my unrelenting love affair with this messy and deeply flawed but no less beautiful world we all share and call home.
Sam, his little brother, Matt, and I have read a lot of stories together over the years, works full of heart – some with obvious “morals,” allegories, and a wide variety of meanings. Then, we’ve also read many tales that I imagine will reveal – or have revealed – their meanings slowly, over time. Will they change anything for the boys and how they live their lives, or how they embrace or reject what befalls them in the coming years? I can’t say. If there’s one thing I’ve learned that good Literature never arrogantly claims or promises, it’s certainty.
At this stage of life, I know only that our reading together is – and this is going on ten years now – the longstanding, undeniable highlight of my weeks. I spend many nights sick with worry about money and work-related matters. We are fast outgrowing our living space and, like many single parents, I frequently wrack my brain puzzling over the many seeming-dead ends or financial hurdles around me while trying to figure out how to improve our situation. Despite all our efforts at placing our children in spaces where they can thrive and receive a good education, the boys’ mother and I still feel endlessly besieged by a relentless and disconcerting array of outside influences in the form of media, bewildering childcare shenanigans, and everywhere-occurring technology.
But with remarkably little effort, aside from one lone intention and being sure that we attend to it, that time reading before bed every night regularly proves a nearly sacred space in my home. And even if it’s the lone sacred space every night that I have them, we’re afforded that, mostly because we afford it to ourselves. And despite the endless laundry list of “Big Life” concerns daily competing for our attention, I think we continue to do a pretty bang-up job maximizing on the wonder and quiet beauty that is made available to us in that space.
“To teach,” writes the educator and author, Parker Palmer, “is to create a space.” True – I think he’s right, though his observation is made in regards to education, the classroom, and schooling. Meanwhile, I also think that to simply and intentionally create a space in one’s day – or in this case, our day – can at its best establish conditions for the most imaginative forms of learning available to us. Without directly or overtly striving to “teach” or instruct, making a space in which to share stories together nurtures the ground where in each of us can occur subtle transformations, a quietly life-altering degree of awe towards the world, and a longed for and counter-cultural form of attention that we might otherwise struggle or intuitively know how to effectively and compassionately afford ourselves and each other.
I don't know, years from now, what Sam will take away or remember about Beowulf. He might pick up this copy one day in his teens or adulthood and not remember a lick of it, or leaf through it and wonder why his nutty Pop suggested they read it together. After all, there were times during this reading that I puzzled over its lasting effect on me.
Likewise, while still I can’t recall what my high school English teacher wanted us to take away from Beowulf those many years ago, it might be wise to stop contemplating that now. The question that intrigues me more than any other today, as a writer, reader, and also as a father – as I can only hope will prove the case for my children in the coming years – is what did Beowulf (along with so many other works over the years) want with me, or ask of me – and so insistently that the chords it struck inside me have never stopped vibrating? A vibration occurring curiously and affectionately in such a way that I have always wanted to share it like a gospel, with someone who I felt – who I knew – in an otherwise ordinary, unremarkable moment in the evening might also appreciate it?

Jonathan Bower lives, writes, and makes music in Anchorage, Alaska, and will teach the undergraduate Creative Nonfiction workshop at UAA in Fall 2014. In late spring (or early summer) he will release his second album in two years, titled Hope, Alaska. You can preview Jonathan’s music and read selected works at www.jonathanjbower.com
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Katie Eberhart: Abandoning Chronology

49 Writers - Wed, 04/23/2014 - 7:00am
Matanuska River Viewpoint
In a New Yorker article, Structure, Beyond the Picnic-table Crisis, John McPhee wrote about his struggles over decades to break away from writing about events in the order that they occurred. McPhee explained:
“Developing a structure is seldom . . . simple. Almost always there is considerable tension between chronology and theme, and chronology traditionally wins. The narrative wants to move from point to point through time, while topics that have arisen now and again across someone’s life cry out to be collected. . . . But chronology usually dominates. . . .”
McPhee explained that once, when he was struggling with chronology, he spent two weeks lying on a picnic table because the structure wasn't evident for the article he was writing.
I wish I had that kind of time, and the luxury, to spend weeks without interruption or the need for multitasking.
What did McPhee think about for two weeks lying on a picnic table? Did boredom set in? Was he procrastinating?
Would I last for two weeks reclining on a picnic table? I imagine after even a couple hours that the ravens would appear and if this table was in the western U.S., soon the vultures would show up, one or two or a whole flock circling overhead, staring down, calculatingly. In Alaska, within a couple minutes or before you even climbed onto the picnic table, the mosquitoes would assemble, humming en masse, preparing to bite. I also think spiders would drop from an overhanging branch.
I’m not sure that lying flat on a picnic table would help me work out the difficulty with a writing-chronology but the experience would certainly be sensory, and perhaps productive if I carried on with a mental cataloging of my surroundings. I assume the prone position would be on one’s back which introduces some writing difficulties (bring a pencil or an astronaut’s space pen). In any event, with the prolonged exposure to nature, this would be a chance to notice sounds and scents, colors, weather, heat and cold, breezes and winds. Moisture. Fog or rain. Need for gear. Rain coat or tent. Food. What about the food? Is there a cabin nearby? Why the picnic table? Once camping in northeastern Oregon, with family and friends, we settled into a campsite in the forest—pines probably. In the afternoon, we threw our camping pads onto the sandy ground and lay there, studying the sky that held a hint of forest fire smoke, as did the air, until I fell asleep, until my husband Chuck woke me, saying “there’s a scorpion on your shoulder.”
It heartens me to know John McPhee struggled with structure and that he is intent on writing in a less linear fashion.
The chronology can be messed with (as McPhee says) with flashbacks and flash-forwards but to really cast a wider net, risking that readers might become disoriented, means letting a thematic structure be anchored by ideas, or even the wind.
February 23, 2003. Chuck and I walked along the old rail bed above the Matanuska River north of Palmer. We had parked on a gravel street that I had driven hundreds of times back and forth to Swanson and Sherrod Elementary Schools, taking the kids to school or picking them up. The walking was easy because there was no snow but the day was overcast so the photos I took had a pervasive gloominess. The trail was relatively level, crossing between a subdivision and a hay field. We were surprised to see rails still embedded in the dirt, protruding from the grass in places, appearing and disappearing. About the time we began to wonder whether there were also railroad ties buried in decades of windblown silt, we left the flat hay field (all tawny bleached grasses) and came to the bluff beside the Matanuska River. Entering a ‘tunnel’ of alders, we stepped on worn railroad ties. Some of the steel rails were missing, like they’d been pilfered, although in spots the spikes were still embedded in the ties. Silt. Gray. Multiples of gray along this abandoned railroad above the river where wind tosses the river-channel glacial-silt, even up the bluff, to be scraped from the air by any obstacle.
The last time I stopped at the Matanuska River overlook, along the Glenn Highway north of Palmer, the chain link fence at the top of the bluff had nearly vanished beneath a dune. Windblown silt had filled in what had been a paved path and it was an odd sensation to walk beside an ankle-high fence at the edge of a bluff as high as a thirty-story building.
Like memory, wind resists a precise chronology. A researcher might pore through data on wind speed, direction, and duration and perhaps measure layers of silt carried and dropped by wind, and so the researcher builds a model of how wind augments or erases terrain, but wind through lives and across time is anything but linear, because of how we remember—like the old computer term RAM—random access memory—which is exactly what our minds are good at—grabbing memories and certainly without regard to chronology.

Reference notes:
Writers who have struggled with organizing complicated topics into a publishable form will find John McPhee’s article interesting and possibly helpful. The article includes diagrams and discussion of several structures as well as descriptions of changes in writing technology. See Structure, Beyond the Picnic-table Crisis, “The New Yorker” (1/14/2013)

Katie Eberhart's chapbook 'Unbound: Alaska Poems' was published in 2013 by Uttered Chaos Press. Her poems have appeared in Cirque Journal, Sand - Berlin’s English Literary Journal, Elohi Gadugi Journal, Crab Creek Review, and other places. Katie has an MFA in Creative Writing. She currently lives in Central Oregon where she blogs about nature and literature at http://solsticelight.wordpress.com/


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School Board Budget Meetings Postponed

Juneau School District Announcements - Tue, 04/22/2014 - 11:38am

The Juneau School District Board of Education Special Meetings on the FY15 Budget scheduled for April 22 and 24

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Elise Patkotak: On Writing a Column

49 Writers - Tue, 04/22/2014 - 7:00am
Elise PatkotakOne of the questions I face most often as a regular newspaper columnist is why. Why would anyone put themselves and their personal opinions out for everyone to read and criticize on a regular basis, especially considering how poor the pay.
There is no easy answer to that question short of admitting to a bit of insanity in the family genes or a total inability to know where the line is between personal and private in my own life. In truth, the reason is that I already take enough pills to stay alive on a daily basis. If I didn’t write my weekly column and vent my frequent anger and frustration with our elected officials and their minions, I would have to take many more. I’d have to take heart pills, more blood pressure pills, headache pills, indigestion pills and, at the end of the day, sleeping pills to turn off my mind enough to relax and unclench my fists. So you can see where just writing my frustrations out on a regular basis is a much healthier approach.
Of course, if you choose this route, you also choose to make very public your views on all kinds of matters and, in doing so, incur the wrath of many who do not share your views. In this wonderful new age of electronic communications, this means that your e-mail box can rapidly fill up with messages that start with the words, “Are you completely insane or just stupid?” And in actual fact, that is probably some of the more polite opening words I’ve ever read. I’ve been accused of being so stupid I’d make a turkey in the rain look smart (think about it, it will come to you). Based on names I’ve been called, some apparently think my mother was not married when she born me. And if many of my e-mails are true, I am definitely not going to heaven… at least, not to the heaven some Christians plan to inhabit.
I do occasionally get e-mails from people thanking me for saying what they are thinking. They are usually thanking me because this saves them from having to say it out loud and encountering opposition. I am happy to do this for them. I assume when I need them, they will be there to protect me. Right?  Guys? Gals? Right?
Actually, the best e-mail I’ve ever received about one of my columns can easily be placed in either the love or hate side of the equation. It simply said, “Your column today made sense. Sometimes you do.”
Brevity truly is the soul of wit.
Author Elise Patkotak will be speaking on "The World of Self-Publishing and Why" on
Thursday, Apr. 24, 7pm, Great Harvest Bread Co. as part of the 49 Writers Reading and Craft Talk series.
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Spotlight on Alaska Books: River of Light by John Morgan

49 Writers - Mon, 04/21/2014 - 7:00am




Sun jackknifes into                                the river. Elsewhere, wars blight and innocents die. The river’s texture of fish-skin, sparks, and                    burbles can breed a harvest  of grief. The month my                                       mother died, I plied her with chocolate determined to                        keep her alive. Near the end, I touched a damp sponge to                                            her lips, thensquirted some morphine in to soften the ache as her vital organs                                            shut down. How shallow her                              breathing. I offered her orange juice, tilting the glass and she whispered, "More,” then                                                      “More!"—her last words                  that echo in me                                        now. My whole lifewas a dream, Kabir declares, and by god I slept right through it!
                        *In no hurry, our patched rafts glide withthe river, drifting from                                     side to side. We can see a gash where bouldersrolled down                     the hill, and behind itglimpse mountains                                     fractured inlast year’s quake.
River of Light: A Conversation with Kabir, by John Morgan with artwork by Kesler Woodward)
John Morgan’s book-length poem, River of Light: A Conversation with Kabir, has just been published in the Alaska Literary Series by the University of Alaska Press. The poem takes the reader on a week-long raft trip down a wild river in south-central Alaska. Bears, eagles, moose, seals, otters and salmon inhabit the poem’s world, and the river’s shifting landscape of glaciers, mountains, rapids, and waterfalls energizes and enriches its meditative mood. The trip becomes a spiritual journey as well, since the poem incorporates commentary by the Indian mystic poet Kabir, who serves as a kind of mentor for the poem’s narrator. The raft trip described in the poem took place in 2003, the year of the second Iraq War, so the war is on the narrator’s mind and becomes a metaphor for the his inner struggles. But the main story of the poem is the trip itself, as the river’s waves and currents influence the shaping and pacing of its lines, and the wildlife and scenery provide frequent surprises for the travelers. The volume includes artwork by the distinguished Alaskan artist, Kesler Woodward, who participated in the original raft trip and makes an appearance in the poem.
 “This poem by one of our finest poets draws upon incandescent, creation-laden words to reveal the ‘authentic wilderness’ that flourishes within us and, yes, without us. River of Light dazzles with the pure pleasure of its passing.” –Michael Waters, editor of Contemporary American Poetry.
“I love the complexity of experience and voice. So many layers here. The free verse lines are spot-on, capturing both the flow and layering of the journey’s breath-taking moments.”—Christianne Balk, winner of the Walt Whitman Award.
John Morgan studied with Robert Lowell at Harvard, where he won the Hatch Prize for Lyric Poetry.  He earned his M.F.A at the Iowa Writers Workshop. In 1976, he moved to Fairbanks, where he helped found the Midnight Sun Writers’ Conference and taught for many years at the university. Morgan has published five books of poetry and a collection of essays. His work has appeared in The New Yorker, Poetry, APR, The Paris Review, Cirque, The Alaska Quarterly Review, The New Republic. Morgan was chosen to be the first writer-in-residence at Denali National Park. He has also been a featured blogger for 49writers. Annie Dillard writes that his poems “are strong and full of carefully controlled feeling. They are tender and precise evocations of the moral and sensory life of man.”
For more information check out Morgan’s website: www.johnmorganpoet.com River of Light: A Conversation with Kabir can be purchased at Gulliver’s Books in Fairbanks and online at Amazon.com. John and Kes Woodward will be speaking at the UAA Bookstore today, April 21, from 5 - 7 pm.

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3 Poems in 2014 Tidal Echoes Journal

What Turtle Blood Tastes Like - Sat, 04/19/2014 - 12:55pm
3 of my poems, “Light like coal,” “Dream Seed,” and “Dear Toi” have been selected for publication in this year’s UAS Tidal Echoes Literary and Art Journal.  Come get a copy at the launch on Friday April 25th, 7pm at the Egan Lecture Hall.  Don’t think I’m going to be able to make it to read […]
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Linda: 49 Writers Weekly Roundup

49 Writers - Fri, 04/18/2014 - 7:00am
Photo courtesy of Christina WhitingFirst of all, we'd like to express our appreciation to everyone who participated in last Friday's Write-a-thon - a great time was had by all at Snow City Café as you created new work and raised money for 49 Writers! We'll have a full report for you next week. 
Special thanks go to MC Jonathan Bower for handling the role with aplomb; Write-a-thon coordinator Michelle Saport for her hard work behind the scenes; 49 Writers board member Jeremy Pataky for stepping in to oversee the all-important details; and Snow City Café for their fabulous food and smiling staff. We truly appreciate our loyal sponsors too, who donated a great selection of items for the prizes and drawings: Bear Tooth, Great Harvest Bread, Moose's Tooth, Raven's Brew Coffee, Snow City Cafe, Spenard Roadhouse, and Title Wave Books.
Yes, I'm back at my desk after an intense three weeks in Austria, training English language teachers with a friend from the University of Innsbruck and spreading the word about Alaska literature. My travels were capped by a weekend in Krakow with Alaskan writer Kathleen Tarr, one highlight of which was a meeting with the dynamic young people who are running the Krakow Festival and The Book Institute. They are most interested in what's happening in Alaska and the USA, and shared many great materials and ideas. What a treat to visit the new UNESCO City of Literature! Look for a future post from Ms Tarr about living in literary Poland.
I can't thank Lynn DeFilippo enough for taking over the roundup in my absence: please thank her too next time you see her! It makes all the difference when you can count on someone to share the load and keep getting the word out to our blog followers about all the exciting things happening in literary Alaska.

This year's Tutka Bay Writers Retreat with Carolyn Forché is now full! But don't despair, we have started a waitlist - if you're still interested, please email retreats@49writingcenter.org. Cancellations do happen as life is unpredictable.
49 Writers author events coming up in April & May
  • Thursday, Apr. 24, 7pm, Great Harvest Bread Co., Anchorage: Reading & Craft Talk with Elise Patkotak, "The World of Self-Publishing and Why"
  • Saturday, Apr. 26, 9am-12pm, 645 W. 3rd Avenue, Anchorage: Digital tools for the Creative Writer, a class with Lawrence Weiss
  • Saturday, Apr. 26, 1-3pm, Juneau Arts & Humanities Council: Every Day a Victory: How to organize your life to write that book you've always talked about, a workshop with award-winning Sitka author John Straley. Click here to register.
  • Tuesday, May 14 & Saturday, May 17, Anchorage Museum: “The Pressure is Off: Independent Publishing Options for Writers” with Dana Stabenow and Deb Vanasse.
  • Register here for Anchorage classes.
Around the State
Tonight, Friday, Apr. 18, 7pm, UAS Egan Library, Juneau: Gifts of the Crow: How perception, emotion, and thought allow smart birds to behave like humans, featuring author John Marzluff. Prof. Marzluff will discuss his research on animal minds, social learning and fear learning and continue the conversation of this year’s One Campus One Book theme, human-animal communication. Sponsored by the UAS One Campus One Book Committee and the School of Arts and Sciences.
 

Tomorrow, Saturday, Apr. 19, 11am: Fireside Books, Palmer. Time Travel with Bonnye Matthews! Meet the author of the award-winning historical fiction Winds of Change series: Ki'ti's Story, Manak-na's Story, and Zamimolo's Story. Whether you've started into this fascinating series or are ready to pick up the newly-published third book, come on by Fireside Books and take the opportunity to chat with Bonnye!

Monday Apr. 21, 5-7pm, UAA Campus Bookstore: poet John Morgan and artist Kesler Woodward present River of Light. Morgan’s River of Light: A Conversation with Kabir, from University of Alaska Press, is based on a trip down the Copper River. Alongside the artwork by Alaskan artist Kesler Woodward, River of Light folds words, sounds, and color into being.
Thursday, Apr. 24, 2:30pm: Celebrate National Poetry in Your Pocket Day by carrying a favorite poem in your pocket and sharing it with your friends, family, even random strangers you bump into throughout the day! Don't have a poem? Drop by Fireside Books in Palmer and we'll have some perfect pocket-sized poems ready for you to share!

Thursday, Apr. 24, 4-7:30pm, Midnight Sun Brewing Company, Anchorage: don't miss the book release and signing for David Stevenson (Letters from Chamonix) and Justin Herrmann (Highway One, Antarctica). It's always great to celebrate new publications from UAA MFA faculty and graduates!

Friday, Apr. 25, 7-9pm: Springtime in Alaska Brings Yellow Umbrellas from the Alaska Quarterly Review! Join them for the book launch party in Anchorage at TapRoot (3300 Spenard Road) and enjoy a night of jazz, conversation, cocktails, and readings from AQR’s featured poets Joan Naviyuk Kane, Eva Saulitis, and Sean Hill. Admission $7. The latest and 31st edition includes a wide variety of compelling short stories, provocative essays and poems from more than 35 different poets. Purchase a copy for $8.95 at bookstores throughout Alaska or on the web at uaa.alaska.edu/aqr
Friday, Apr. 25, 7pm, UAS Egan Lecture Hall, Juneau, 7pm: Don't miss the launch of the latest issues of Tidal Echoes, a literary and art journal that showcases the art and writing of Southeast Alaskans, published by UAS. 2014 featured author Christy NaMee Eriksen, featured artist Rachael Juzeler and some of the writers published in the this year’s edition will present and share some of their works.
Saturday Apr. 26, 7pm, UAF English Department will host their annual public reading of Masters in Creative Writing candidates, in the Fairbanks Art Association Bear Gallery, third floor of the Alaska Centennial Center for the Arts, Pioneer Park, 2300 Airport Way.

April 25-27, Prince William Sound Community College, Valdez, hosts Writing Down the Wild, a three-day workshop for creative nonfiction writers. This non-credit community workshop will be taught by Alaskan nature and wilderness writer Bill Sherwonit. The course will examine and practice the steps necessary to powerful and effective nature writing and will include time outdoors in the local landscape, along with readings and discussions. Registration limited to 12 students: click here for more information.
Saturday Apr. 26, 2-4pm, Ann Stevens Room in the Loussac Library: Celebrate the Bard’s birthday at Shakespeare’s Sonnets, a reading celebration of Shakespeare’s birthday and of Poetry Month. There’s still time to practice your favorite sonnet, and even don a costume!
May 1-3 in Anchorage, The Alaska State Council on the Arts, in partnership with the Alaska Arts & Culture Foundation, will hold its 2014 statewide arts conference, Latitude: 2014 Alaska Arts Convergence, This conference offers opportunities for artists and arts professionals from throughout Alaska to network, learn valuable skills, participate in artistic activities and think big about the future of the arts in Alaska, and will interest arts professionals, artists, arts educators, volunteers, board members, and cross-sector leaders interested in how the arts can support Alaskans and Alaskan communities. $250 registration.

Outside events of interest to Alaskans

The incomparable Peggy Shumaker continues to criss-cross the country in the service of literature. If you have friends or family in either place, be sure to let them know this is an opportunity not to be missed:
  • Monday, May 5, 7pm,  City Lights Bookstore, San Francisco: Reading by Peggy Shumaker with Kate Gale and Doug Kearney
  • Thursday, May 8,  7pm, Poetry Foundation, Chicago: Reading by Peggy Shumaker with B. H. Fairchild
June 22-28, poet Camille Dungy, who recently visited Alaska, will be leading a five-day workshop at this year's Minnesota Northwoods Conference,  For a schedule and descriptions of the workshops to be taught by the distinguished faculty, please visit www.northwoodswriters.org
Upcoming deadlines for nominations and submissions
Wednesday, Apr. 30: There's still time to participate in The Salmon Project's haiku contest! You can enter as many times as you’d like, and the winning contestants will win great prizes including gift certificates to local sporting goods shops and salmon love swag. All entries must be received by midnight. Email your haiku(s), along with your name and phone number, to social@salmonproject.orgClick here for more information. 
Wednesday, Apr. 30: The Alaska Center for the Book annual Contributions to Literacy in Alaska (CLIA) Awards recognize people and institutions that have made a significant contribution in literacy, the literary arts, or the preservation of the written or spoken word in Alaska. The nomination form and information on past winners is available at www.alaskacenterforthebook.org. For more information on the contest, call (907) 764-1604 or e-mail carolben@gci.net

Wednesday, Apr. 30: Poems in Place has extended their open call for poetry. The project will place a poem by an Alaskan writer in each of the seven regions of the Alaska State Park’s system in the coming years. Both original work and nominated poems submitted by appreciative readers will be considered for Independence Mine State Historical Park, near Palmer, and Lake Aleknagik State Recreation Site/ Wood Tikchik State Park, near Dillingham. No submission fees. An honorarium will be paid to the winning poets. See http://www.alaskacenterforthebook.org for more information, contest rules and entry form. 
Thursday, May 1: The Extreme Weather Mystery Readers Journal 30:2 will focus on Crime Fiction that takes place or involves Extreme Weather (snow, hurricane, blizzard, sand storm, etc.). They are looking for articles, reviews, and author essays. Author essays: 500-1500 words, first person, about yourself, your books & the "Extreme Weather" connection. Email janet@mysteryreaders.org for more info.
Friday, May 2: 360North’s new statewide television series, “Writers’ Showcase,” is looking for fiction and creative non-fiction for their live recording on June 5. Inspired by NPR’s “Selected Shorts,” the show uses actors and celebrities as readers. They are especially interested in fiction for this episode. The show’s summer-inspired theme is “endurance,” and they want pieces that are set in summer or reflect the theme of endurance, and are five to twelve minutes long when read aloud. Visit 360north.org for more information. You can contact the shows producers with questions, or submit directly to to arts@ktoo.org.
Wednesday, May 14: The 2014 Anchorage Press Super Shorts Micro Fiction contest is now underway. Winners in each category will have their stories published in a special Super Shorts issue of the Press. Fabulous prizes to be announced later! Check out the Anchorage Press for details.
Literary happenings in Alaska this summer

May 28-31: This year's North Words Writers Symposium in beautiful Skagway, Southeast Alaska, features popular British-American writer Simon Winchester as keynote author, joined by an Alaska-Yukon faculty that includes Nora Marks Dauenhauer, Richard Dauenhauer, Nick Jans, Marcel Jolley, Heather Lende, Lael Morgan, John Straley, and Deb Vanasse. For full information, visit the conference website.

June 8-14: Prince William Sound Community College hosts the 2014 Last Frontier Theatre Conference in Valdez. The invited 68 plays include writers from across the United States and internationally from the United Kingdom. There are 8 Alaskans invited to present their work, including 3 from Anchorage, 2 from Juneau, and 1 apiece from Fairbanks, Ketchikan, and Valdez. Alaskan playwrights include Jill Bess (Anchorage, AK), Simple Melody, Linda Billington (Anchorage, AK), A Duct Tale, Clint Jefferson Farr (Juneau, AK), The Kindness of Strangers, P. Shane Mitchell (Anchorage AK), Veritas, Tom Moran (Fairbanks AK), God On Our Side, Mollie Ramos (Valdez, AK), Snowmageddon, Barbara Shepherd (Juneau, AK), Ghost Stories, Norma Thompson (Ketchikan, AK), Missing Something?, and alternate Mark Muro (Anchorage, AK), Nocturne on 166th Street.

June 13-17: Kachemak Bay Writers Conference takes place in Homer, with keynote speaker Alice Sebold (The Lovely Bones). This year's post-conference workshop at Tutka Bay Lodge, Personal Stories and Great Realities, will be led by Scott Russell Sanders, June 17-19.

June 26-29: Stillpoint Lodge in Halibut Cove hosts a writers retreat, The Pen & The Bell: Mindful Writing in a Busy World, with Holly Hughes. How do we create space for writing in a world crowded with so many distractions? Learn mindfulness practices to provide support for writing and other forms of creativity. Holly co-authored the book The Pen and The Bell: Mindful Writing in a Busy World. Her collection of poems. Sailing by Ravens, is part of the University of Alaska Press’s 2014 Alaska Literary Series.

July 22-28: The Wrangell Mountain Writing Workshop in McCarthy presents: True Story, with Tom Kizzia, Frank Soos, and Nancy Cook. During this five-day workshop, writers will explore the craft of creative nonfiction: drafting compelling narratives that tell true stories. How can writers craft a meaningful, readable page-turner while working in the confines of the frequently controversial truth of "what actually happened.” Click here for more information.
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“Resilience” Chilkat Robe Updated: 4.15.14

Clarissa Rizal: Alaska Native Artist Blog - Thu, 04/17/2014 - 8:21am

Clarissa Rizal and apprentice Teahonna James – April 15, 2014

It’s nerve-wracking to weave a Chilkat robe in a total of 5 months, absolutely nerve-wracking.  Though when I have a student who lives an hour from me who is willing to make the drive and sleep in my studio to learn how to weave, that is a real plus for me to make the deadline –  and of course, it’s a plus for her because she gets to learn how many tricks-of-the-trade and how to weave a robe!  So the trade is perfect for both of us!

Teahonna James has shown a great dedication to herself and I in learning how to weave Chilkat.  She is totally committed, has a sense of balance and organizational skills and is a talented “expert” in weaving….but I’m not going to tell her that so we can avoid getting big-headed about it!  %^}  I appreciate having the gift of apprentices who squeeze Chilkat weaving in between the lines!   Recent apprentices Crystal Rogers and Vanessa Morgan are two others who do this too.

There are several other apprentices too from the distant past who have become strong weavers and teachers in their own communities.  I know my mentor and teacher of Chilkat, Jennie Thlunaut would be proud of them too.  There is a sense of peace knowing that I fulfilled my promise to Jennie; there is a sense of pride with the students knowing they are a major part of that promise.

Thank you, Teahonna; I appreciate you making the time and effort to come over the past couple of weekends to assist me in gettingerdun!

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Anita Dale: The Gun

49 Writers - Thu, 04/17/2014 - 7:00am
The gun handle is facing my mother’s withered body as she labors to breathe through a mouth that grimaces more than smiles these days. Her hair is pure white now, like ivory, and her skin is the color of cream. It’s obvious how fragile she is in an emaciated state. She chills easily. The day’s humidity can’t even dampen her skin. All day she lies under a flannel sheet. At night, she needs an electric blanket to stop from shivering. She hasn’t been out in the sun for months, not that sun is important to her anymore.Hearing my voice, she stirs in her bed. Wincing, she rolls onto her back then opens the cloudy pale eyes that were once royal blue.“Hey,” she says in greeting.“Hey, yourself,” I reply.My hope is that something deep and meaningful has passed between us with those few words, but it may be too much to ask.My brother has been taking care of her since her last operation two months ago. I need to ask him how to do everything so I can help while I’m here. So I can prove my worth and give him a break. But I first need to understand why there’s a gun on her night table.“What’s that about?” I ask, pointing at the gun.“Hmm?”“The gun.”“Oh, that,” she says. “Your brother put it there. It’s for the pain.”I didn’t want to know how bad her pain is but now I feel obligated to inquire. I decide to be direct but in a tone that might soothe a newborn.“Are you in pain?”“Not so much.”She explains that she doesn’t expect to need the gun. The doctor prescribed extra strength Tylenol when she told him she didn’t want a pain reliever that made her feel too good. She’s afraid of becoming drug dependent. It sounds odd in view of her circumstances.My mother never considered dying, but it seems to be happening. The drama between us ended last year with a late stage diagnosis of cancer. She hasn’t wanted to talk about it. Not talking is the way she maintains control. But she has no control over death.“You can get hooked on that stuff, you know.” She means morphine. She wants to educate me like the mother she still is. “And the gun is a better option?”“Don’t worry. I don’t plan to use it. I thought I told you that.”She doesn’t have enough strength to lift a gun or pull its trigger. Yet, I don’t know what to think about finding one an arm’s length away from her. I ask if the gun is loaded.“I think so,” she says. Losing patience, she adds “Ask your brother. He put it there.”Bristling with energy I didn’t think she had, she snaps at me. “Put it in the drawer, if it bothers you.”The source of her irritation is unclear. It's either my questions, my brother's actions, dying, or all three. Certainly life hasn’t turned out for her as she expected. The key, I decide, is to not have expectations.My thoughts retreat to a decade ago when my mother shot our bathtub. My father gave her a pistol for protection. Then he left for good. When I got home from school that day, I found a pile of porcelain shards on the floor next to the wounded tub. It amounted to enough shards to fill a space eighteen inches around. The tub’s bumpy iron interior stood unfazed by the trauma. Mom said she’d been practicing where no one could get hurt. With safer options available her explanation didn’t make sense, even to a twelve year old. Years later I figured out what she’d really been trying to do.What bothers me is not that my mother might use the gun on herself. It’s that we’d have to clean up the mess if she did. For practical purposes, leaving a loaded gun near a dying person might be a reasonable idea. My brother will need to explain his thinking.
Following my mother's suggestion I grasp the gun's black barrel and pull it slowly across the table, like dragging a dead opossum by the tail. Relieved once it's shut away in the drawer, I look over at my mother. She seems destined toward a restless nap. It's time to find my brother.
Anita Dale is currently writing a memoir. The piece submitted is from that memoir.
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6 Variations on Wild(e) with and without an e

What Turtle Blood Tastes Like - Wed, 04/16/2014 - 12:47pm
Told this story at Mudrooms in March, finally getting around to sharing the link to the audio.  Take a listen.  Enjoy-  Filed under: Poetry
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Catching Fog

What Turtle Blood Tastes Like - Wed, 04/16/2014 - 12:44pm
“I’ve only touched the fog three times before” he told me from the backseat. “Is that it?” I asked, downshifting as we turned the corner. “I think so, once on Mt. Roberts and once skiing up on the ridge and once at the park, remember you said it was a morning soup?” “I remember.” The […]
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Katie Eberhart: Common Life

49 Writers - Wed, 04/16/2014 - 7:00am
Tiger Swallowtail on lilac
“The principal object, then, proposed in these Poems was to choose incidents and situations from common life, and to relate or describe them, throughout, as far as was possible...”- William Wordsworth, “Preface to Lyrical Ballads”
For twenty-eight years, we lived in the same house a few miles from Palmer. The house was built in 1935 for a Matanuska Colonist family and had been the residence of several families before us. While we lived there, gradually we became acquainted with the house’s past and with changes that people had made—some thoughtful and well-planned, others ill-conceived and strange. We also left our own ideas and preferences behind, in colors and windows, walls and appliances, trees and shrubbery.
What triggers ideas for writing? As Wordsworth aptly mentioned “incidents and situations from common life” provide focus yet routine can make noticing difficult. Once, in a writing workshop, the instructor asked us to describe our morning using only scents. The words for smells eluded me, especially since I hadn’t been paying attention.
I wish now I had thought more often of words for aromas and smells. If I had written the smells, I might now have more nuanced memories of experiences, like picking tomatoes when the sour scent of foliage coated my hands and later the soapy wash-water turned green. If I had written scents and smells when we lived in our Alaska house, I might now have a more refined vocabulary for the heavy sweet aroma of the old lilac at the corner of the house that, one summer, attracted a flock of Tiger Swallowtail butterflies. The visual connection is stronger though and, now, seeing a Tiger Swallowtail brings to mind lilac blooms.
Being reminded of a smell can trigger memories but that writing workshop exercise could have had a second part, and even a third: after describing the smells, continue writing toward the place where the ephemeral and the gut-feeling meet. Follow each digressive or distractive memory or thought. Smells (whether real or remembered) might be strongly visceral like the late-autumn, pungent rotting of highbush cranberries; or lighter and harder to describe, like dry-cold mountain air.
One winter night, I convinced my husband Chuck to drive with me into the Talkeetna Mountains toward Hatcher Pass because I thought that, from the 16-mile pullout, I could  photograph the aurora. When I got out of the car lugging my camera and tripod, the snowy peaks were awash with moonlight, the aurora was inconsequential, and in a few minutes the subzero breeze chased me back into the idling (and warm) car. Driving home, we stopped where the constellation Orion hung above the canyon wall. Getting out of the car and standing beside the empty road, we inhaled an iciness that crackles nose hairs and smells like nothing words describe. Beside us, the flow of the Little Susitna gurgled beneath the moonlit ice.
This fragment omits part of the scene and thus story. Before getting back into the car at 16-mile, I turned my camera toward the Matanuska Valley which was framed by a vee of mountains. I clicked photos of a scattering of house lights and the flamboyant orange streetlights that extend for three miles along the Glenn Highway across the Hay Flats.
My only encounter with a moose had been on that stretch when the highway was still a two-lane road, unlit and built-up like a causeway, where suddenly a moose appeared in the fog at the edge of my low beams, standing still and licking the pavement. What I remember is the seemingly slow-motion arc of the car sliding, the interminable time between cranking the steering wheel and learning whether the auto would plunge over the edge or spin into a new skid. Again and again the car switched directions, as if zigzagging along a narrow icy highway was normal, until finally the engine died and the car stopped, as if that was normal, too.
Both moose and highway ended up anchoring a section of my poem Illumination:
Before the freeway was built across the hay flats, it was a two-lane road with high causeway shoulders and inky black winter nights.
Before the steep-sided highway was scraped to a moderate height with code-compliant edges, my fog-dimmed headlights gave little warning of a motionless moose, a glancing impact and long icy skid.
Now string-of-pearl street lamps slice the dark hay-flats night and moose stand in orange light pools like frozen dreams—that startled, plunge into the glowing stream.

Notes:
Illumination is in Unbound: Alaska Poems, published by Uttered Chaos Press (2013).
Our 1930s era house became a character in a number of my essays and poems, including Cabin Fever, an essay that appeared in Cirque Journal (Winter Solstice 2010, Vol. 2 No. 1).

Katie Eberhart's chapbook 'Unbound: Alaska Poems' was published in 2013 by Uttered Chaos Press. Her poems have appeared in Cirque Journal, Sand - Berlin’s English Literary Journal, Elohi Gadugi Journal, Crab Creek Review, and other places. Katie has an MFA in Creative Writing. She currently lives in Central Oregon where she blogs about nature and literature at http://solsticelight.wordpress.com/

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Spotlight on Alaska Books: Dreaming Bears

49 Writers - Tue, 04/15/2014 - 7:00am

For a while we watched expectantly. Then Volk and Ted broke out fishing rods. I dozed in the afternoon sun on the bank of the East Fork of the Chandalar River, now fifty or sixty miles above the Arctic Circle. Ted and Volk were looking intently upriver when I awoke.
“Johnny Frank coming,” Stanley announced. Across the swift main channel, a small man stood in a little green canoe. He wore an old tweed coat, shirt, and tie. He paddled into the current and was propelled rapidly downstream, balancing as he ferried toward our bank. He swept past us, intently watching the water, a pipe clenched in his teeth, his dark face shaded by an old-style peaked Stetson hat. We rushed down to the river and caught the boat as it came to shore. A smile broke across the man’s face as he stepped onto the bank.(Dreaming Bears: A Gwich’in IndianStoryteller, a Southern Doctor, a Wild Corner of Alaska by J. Michael Holloway)
This is the true story of the rare friendship that develops between a young medical student with deep roots in the South and an elderly Indian couple in the wilds of northeast Alaska. In 1961, Mike Holloway, his brother Ted, and a college friend set out from South Carolina to spend the summer hiking in arctic Alaska, intending to live off the land. They end up in the homeland of the Gwich’in – the northernmost Indians in North America. The young men charter a small plane into the isolated village of Venetie, and are directed to the remote cabins of Johnny and Sarah Frank, an elderly Gwich’in couple who lived a thirty-five mile walk from the village. Johnny was a well-known storyteller and former medicine man. Sarah made their home welcoming with warm, calm kindness – her well-worn hands seldom idle.

Mike’s rich encounters in Gwich’in country deepen his love of wild land and his respect for those who depend upon it for their survival. The experience alters his life. He becomes the adopted grandson of Johnny and Sarah, returning to Alaska as a doctor and an advocate for the land and its people.

“We won’t be seeing stories like this anymore, this remarkable real-deal first-person account of two generous and wry Indian elders who were still living out in the Brooks Range wilderness in the 1960s.” Tom Kizzia.
“Reading Holloway is like a long talk around the campfire with a new friend.”Sharman Apt Russell, author of Hunger: An Unnatural History
“The next best thing to hunting bear … with an elderly Alaskan Gwich'in named Johnny Frank may be to read about it, and much more, in J. Michael Holloway's captivating Dreaming Bears.”  Alison Owings, author of Indian Voices: Listening to Native Americans 
Mike Holloway was born in South Carolina, but a trip to Alaska in 1961 and his introduction to two savvy Gwich’in elders redirected his life.  After completing medical studies in the South, he returned to Alaska, spending his professional career as an orthopedic surgeon with the Alaska Native Health Service. In 1977 Mike took a break from orthopedics to work as a subsistence advocate and Washington D.C.-village liaison for the Alaska Rural Community Action Program. He returned to work at the Native hospital and served some years as Chief of Orthopedics. He retired in 2001 when diagnosed with Parkinson’s disease.  In the next eight years he taught orthopedics, primarily in Africa with Health Volunteers Overseas. Mike and his wife Margie Gibson live in a cabin near Indian, Alaska. He is a member of 49 Writers. Dreaming Bears is published by Epicenter Press in a softcover edition with color photos.

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Author Visit: John Straley

Juneau Public Library Blog - Mon, 04/14/2014 - 7:25pm
Downtown Public Library, Saturday April 26th, 8:00pm. Come meet Alaskan author John Straley who will be doing a reading and signing of his newest book, Cold Storage Alaska.  Straley, a Sitka resident, is the author of 9 books, including is the Shamus Award winning  Curious Eat Themselves and The Woman Who Married a Bear. He […]
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Fundraiser screening of Space Trucker Bruce for Planetarium

JUMP Society - Mon, 04/14/2014 - 10:49am
April 18 from 7:00 pm – 9:00 pm Marie Drake Planetarium Admission will be $5 per person and proceeds will benefit the planetarium. Space Trucker Bruce is sci-fi comedy feature film. It was created over six years with a budget of $10,000. All the sets were built in the film maker’s house and back yard […]
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Alaska Shorts: The Tanana Chats

49 Writers - Mon, 04/14/2014 - 7:00am

The whishing snow over the frozen riverSends sastrugis marching to theIce boom drum. The wind chimeRhymes carry from houses on the Western bluff,Whose windows squint in the sinking sun.
The jet plane above the EasternBank flies silently, stalked by engine churn.A dog team, small and invisible, barksIn my ear.
Down river, white road runs.Up river, I lay parallel ski tracks,Blue in their own shadowsThrough the golden snow pack.
I have found where the starsRest during the day.Do we really share them?I have found where I would comeDay after day to look, move, and listen.
Kaiyuh Cornberg is a young writer from Fairbanks, Alaska. She spends as much time as she can outside.
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Creating a Library

Clarissa Rizal: Alaska Native Artist Blog - Fri, 04/11/2014 - 11:00pm

The beginning collection for a library…

A couple of weeks ago, I decided I would create a library for my team members in Worldventures, a network marketing company based in Dallas, Texas offering wholesale travel.  For the past couple of months, I have been in my own personal training to become a network marketing professional — I’m “Going Pro”.  I have read a number of books, listened to self-help CD’s, watched DVD’s and youtube videos — all quite inspiring and motivational with great trainings in techniques and personal development.

Before I begin inviting folks to take a look at our WV services, I want to provide a support system that would assist in the new member’s home-study course in network marketing and of course info on this specific company.  I hired my daughter to create a blog website specifically for WV members of the Four Corners area.  I typed out notes to my favorite network marketing professionals and xeroxed copies.  I also created a library of books whose topics range from financial advice to personal growth and spirituality to network marketing.  I collected most of these books from our local thrift shops at great deals, or in some cases, they were free!

Carving the book stamp…

I carved a small stamp from linoleum to mark the books that are “mine.”  Just want to make sure that the books are returned. —-  I love creating little libraries.  There’s something about handling a hard copy book as opposed to the viral books on line, though there are wonderful reasons to have books to read on our latest technological devices!

Each book is stamped on the inside cover to provide identity and unity

If you would like to check out our company, visit my company page by clicking here.  If you like what you see and want just the discount travel product, contact me; if you would like to join our exciting network marketing team, contact me; if you would like to do both, well then, what are you waiting for!?

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Author Visit: Kim Heacox

Juneau Public Library Blog - Fri, 04/11/2014 - 5:14pm
Downtown Public Library, Monday, April 14th, 6:30pm. Come meet author, adventurer, and Alaskan Kim Heacox as he discusses his new book John Muir and the Ice That Started a Fire: How a Visionary and the Glaciers of Alaska Changed America.  This brisk and engaging biography discusses the famous conservationist, his impact on Alaska, and Alaska’s […]
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Help Bring Music Camp for Kids to Eagle, AK

Juneau Arts and Humanities Council - Fri, 04/11/2014 - 3:49pm
Music can bring joy, hope and love to villages struggling with alcoholism, drugs and suicide. Music builds confidence, self-esteem and the closeness of family–just what the community of rural Eagle, Alaska needs as they deal with the lingering flood damage from 2009. Belle Mickelson started the Dancing with the Spirit project to connect youth and elders through music. In the past seven years, the program has lifted spirits in 25 different communities all over Alaska. Although it has visited Eagle several times in the past, they lack the funding to return this year…so they’ve launched a kickstarter campaign! Help them reach their goal of $5000 so they can buy camp instruments, music supplies (guitar picks, violin rosin, capos, etc.), healthy snacks for the kids, teaching supplies, staff travel costs to and from Eagle, and hiring quality musicians to teach for the week. The more money raised, the more good can be done! For more info and to make a contribution, visit their kickstarter page.
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