I've known for a while now, that ee cummings was buried under a sweet little headstone and garden memorial in Jamaica Plain's Forest Hills Cemetery, but I did not know that Anne Sexton was also buried there. This is something I stumbled upon while researching Sylvia Plath's birthplace in, yes... Jamaica Plain.
A woman traveling from the Netherlands, who had been walking all over town in search of the house, stopped into the shop on Saturday and told me about the little place on Prince Street.
What was so strange about this is interaction is that I had just been thinking about Plath that very morning after hearing the news of her son's passing. Having read and studied the work of these woman as an English major undergrad, I was profoundly affected by their passions and fates. Without didactic commentary, these woman added great work to the human experience, maybe in exchange for their own lives.
The woman who came to JP in search of the house, hadn't even heard of Plath's son's recent death and she commented on how nice it was to run into someone who could share her moment. I'm amazed and still even a little spooked at this random cognitive collide with a complete stranger and all because of the Shop and being there.
I'm revealing a little bit of my geeky side, but I think it is relevant to Dame in that sort of existential way that I love to talk about to anyone who will hear it...