The Listening Zone

A gift of place, mood and vision for a cold wet night, from Russian Hill, San Francisco.

"Blotnick's voice is soft and deep like the fog that so often swirls around Russian Hill's summit, shrouding panoramic views with a veil of white and turning the hill in on itself. The poems start by looking outward, but as they are read the listener is taken deeper into Russian Hill's tiny byways, its history, its rumbling and grumbling cable car tracks and, ultimately, deep into the poet's mind. 'The view outward opens each mind to itself, then the hill becomes an ark of inward exploration,' Blotnick says." Sandra Ann Harris, San Francisco Examiner, 1997