Life keeps hurtling forward, bursting forth. It’s spring in California, the jasmine’s come in and the streaky roses. It’s been raining hard all morning; just now it stopped abruptly. Lyn writes in My Life, “she observed that detail minutely, as if it were botanical. As if words could unite an ardent intellect with the external material world.” This is Lyn, vitally observing, drawing it all into relation, the mind and the world, botanical, passionate. Making words hold life, making words as life. “Such that art is inseparable from the search for reality,” she writes.
The very first news article about the Writers House (1995)
My former student Randi Feigenbaum was a big-wig at Penn’s student-run daily newspaper, the Daily Pennsylvanian, at the time the Writers House at 3805 Locust Walk was just forming. It was in those weeks and months known as one of the “pilot” projects of the “Twenty-first-century Project for the Undergraduate Experience” at Penn. Randi’s news piece was published in the December 7, 1995, issue of the DP. It gives a pretty good sense of what we were trying to get started there. To this day, Randi is a big supporter of the Writers House.