Pics from the Sacramento Writer's Conference

Workshop participants during the final Saturday panel discussion by the faculty.

Kate Asche, I, and William O'Daly, during the lunch break. Kate is a member of the SPC board, and Bill is the Neruda translator. I bought one of his translations, World's End.

another Asche, Sigauke, O'Daly pic.

I think these three photos are different, if you look closely.

Workshop presenters. Front row, from left to right: Camille Dungy, Camille Norton, and Susan Kelly-DeWitt. Back: from right to left, San Francisco-based poet Matthew Zapruder and a workshop participant.

Left to right: Susan Kelly-DeWitt, Matthew Zapruder, Camille Dungy, Indigo Moor, Camille Norton. This was at the end of the workshop.

Comments

CathM said…
Sounds like it was a positive conference :)
April 5, 2009 at 12:48 AM
Emmanuel Sigauke said…
It was very inspiring; it's good for writers to be in the company of people with similar experiences once in a while. The facilitators were excellent.
April 5, 2009 at 1:03 AM
Jonathan Masere said…
You might not want to acknowledge it but, Manu, you are successfully painting a very positive image of Zimbabwe at the time the news coming from home has been very depressing. I am very appreciative of your patriotism. Yes, my friend, it is a very commendable patriotic duty you are carrying on.

Some may say it is part of your professional obligations and part of your self betterment but there is more to it than that. You are a son of the soil of Zimbabwe. Your success is our success, too.

I hope one of these days there will be a lot of your compatriots to blow more wind under your wings so you can even soar even higher.

Congratulations, Manu.
April 5, 2009 at 2:01 AM
Emmanuel Sigauke said…
Thank Jon, for your encouraging words. I have always felt that even in hard times, there is a lot Zimbabwe has to offer, and that should be highlighted.

I appreciate the work you do too in preserving the story-telling tradition of Zimbabwe. We are all doing great work, each playing his or her part.
April 5, 2009 at 9:08 AM
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