the last period sophs are working now
on their semester exam... i can hear the gears grinding whirring
clattering along... i think i got the questions right... three
brief essays for thinking and writing about the work we've done
this semester...
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10:11 AM
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posted at 10:07 AM
During a supervision period this morning
I found myself thumbing through Wendell Berry's
Collected Poems
and landed on "The Birth (Near Port William)". It's
a fine weird...frostian... take on the Christmas story.
Three guys are out on a cold night
waiting for the birth of a lamb. After finding a poor man, woman,
and child sheltering in an unused farm building, they hear a sound
in the wind. One says it's not exactly just the wind:
It's the old ground trying it again.
Solstice,
seeding and birth--it never
gets enough. It wants
the birth of a man
to bring together sky and
earth, like a stalk
of corn. It's not death that
makes the dead
rise out of the ground, but something
alive
straining up, rooted in darkness, like
a vine.
That's what you heard. If you're in the
right mind
when it happens, it can come on you
strong;
you might hear music passing in the wind,
or see a light where there wasn't one before.posted at 4:50 PM
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posted at 9:27 AM
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Love Songs... on a first listen. this stuff is woah wonderful
white soul noise. i'm. struck. dumb. struck. young. again in my
ears. (thanks patrick)
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at 10:34 PM
now... attend faculty/staff christmas
party... hit the stores... read final exams... eat... finish letters
of recommendation... sleep...
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at 11:29 AM
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at 11:23 AM