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Over a year ago, Budbill was diagnosed with PSP, or progressive supranuclear palsy — a degenerative condition that is characterized as a rare form of Parkinson's Disease. Now based in Montpelier, he spoke to Vermont Edition about his current life and work, including the effects of his illness.
And my eyesight and my vision, my handwriting have gone to hell in a hand basket," Budbill says of his physical condition.
In his poetry, Budbill has long celebrated the values of independence and physical labor. In the collection "Happy Life," he ruminated on the joy to be found in his own aging body. The repetitive motions of chopping, sorting, and stacking wood from the trees on his former Wolcott property are ones that Budbill returns to again and again in his writing.
And now, as his physical health declines, putting the wood away for winter is an activity that he says he aches for. I miss the dirty, sweaty, oil-and-gas-stained clothes.
I miss walking to the woods. I miss cutting the wood. I miss everything about it I think [stacking wood] is one of the great joys of life.
I get such a sense of satisfaction when the woodshed is full and we're ready for winter. Budbill says physical independence and communing with nature are things his illness has taken from him that he misses greatly.
I'm not slowing down at all. And so that's one of the things that I think is kind of contraindicated about aging, and I don't feel like slowing down a bit. But that doesn't mean he's stopped publishing.
Budbill says he has three books that will be released within the next year: And my eyesight and my vision, my handwriting have gone to hell in a handbasket. But other than that, I'm perfectly normal.
It's about his first realization that something was really wrong with him. He was planting potatoes and "I kept falling over into the row and I couldn't get up," Budbill says, adding this kept happening over and over. He will admit to being worried that other poems just won't come to him, a worry he didn't have to deal with much before his illness.
But he hopes there's more writing left in him. Friends and fans aren't waiting for new books to celebrate David Budbill and to share their admiration for his body of work.
Lost Nation Theater in Montpelier held a celebration of his work on June 13th, his 76th birthday, honoring the writer with readings and music. Budbill says it was remarkable to hear his work, especially poems, read by others.
|Our story is really Caleb’s story.||In many of his early poems as a Vermonter, David Budbill wrote about those who are just getting by — woodcutters, millworkers, and people whose glances tourists avoid when they arrive for foliage season. These poemswhich he later turned into a much-produced play, featured pickup trucks lining roads for farm auctions, sawyers at mills, a drunken couple who sing and dance to the rough music of a sputtering chainsaw.|
|Early life||He might also have been named playwright laureate — for the iconic Judevine alone — if the state had such a thing. The four-decade Wolcott homesteader recently uprooted and moved to a condo in Montpelier with his wife, artist Lois Eby.|
And he particularly loved the interpretations that were furthest from the way he says he would have read them himself.
While PSP has taken much of his autonomy and independence, Budbill's ability to ruminate on his challenges remains intact. So, too, his Zen approach to life, an approach he now applies to dealing with illness.David Budbill, 76, who lived for many years in Wolcott, Vt., and died Sept.
25, was poet and playwright who illuminated Vermonters outside of tourism’s finery, and was best known for his poems. David Budbill and Leland Kinsey, two of Vermont’s most popular and beloved poets, died last month.
I wish I had enough space here to do justice to the arcs of their respective well-lived lives. Budbill is the author of 10 books of poems, seven plays, two novels, a short story collection, two children’s books and an opera libretto, according to the statement from his family.
David Wolf Budbill (June 13, – September 25, ) was an American poet and timberdesignmag.com was the author of eight books of poems, eight plays, a novel, a collection of short stories, a picture book for children, dozens of essays, introductions, speeches, and book reviews.
For years, he wrote environmental journalism, then turned to poetry and personal essays. His work has been nominated for a Pushcart Prize and listed in Best American Essays He now lives in Woodstock, NY with a wall thermostat for heat, but still can't get rid of the mice.
David Budbill died in September , before the publication of his eighth book of poetry. Tumbling toward the End is a candid assessment of imminent mortality haunted by the timbre of .