Sunday, March 14, 2004
aw gee... i just remembered that tomorrow
is MY BROTHER MIKE'S BIRTHDAY... and it's too late for a card
or a brand new computer or a picasso or... almost anything...
Saturday, March 13, 2004
so long, blue kangaroo... hello OKIR
processing paper... which often carries
thought from there to here... need another full day for it...
and counting posts and counting posts... and almost done...
Friday, March 12, 2004
gratitude... courage... compassion...
a morning at school thinking about jesus...
not bad... now i've just been counting posts and counting posts
and... not done yet...
Thursday, March 11, 2004
check out ted nellen's ya reading project...
I read a book
... good lists for each month's reading
kurt is clear at The
... makes good sense... i'd like to practice
is the self's way of demanding that reward and insisting on it
now, and Mystery can just go take a hike.
this from nick
piombino's fait accompli
... where he posts his old journal
stuff... puts a finger on feelings i get whenever somebody scrunches
up a face to ask... "yeah... but what does it mean?"...
thanks, nick... i just might memorize this bit for such moments...
("socious" will knock them out)...As a poet, I am a phenomenologist
inner socious- I must leave it to others
what benefit might derive from the
fossils I discover there. They
may have significance
for the politician, the
political activist, the political
the political theorist- but as a poet,
be the least able to see this in my own work.
I look at the work of others, I am most likely
frantically search through every word for the esoteric
I am strongly driven to try to find.
Wednesday, March 10, 2004
seniors are watching an interview with
toni morrison... "You can't have marriage if you're going
to sell the children."
thus all this posting here
Brain was a hermit dwarf who liked to eat
off the moon. He liked to go into a tree
because there is a little height to see a
further, which may reveal now the stone, a
is a twig, it is nothing under the moon
you can make sure of.
Brain opened his mouth to let a moonbeam into his head.
gary sullivan at E
l s e w h e r e
talks about a fact and a film... The Lost
Boys of Sudan:The National
Islamic Front, situated in northern Sudan, declared a holy war
on all Sudanese Christians and animists in 1989. (Christians and
animists populate southern Sudan.) Some 2 million people have
died as a result of the war. Five million have become refugees.
shift: we've noticed over the past year
that when a student wants a blank sheet of paper he or she will
ask "do you have any computer paper?"... once it might
have been typing paper... xerox paper... "computer paper"
brings to mind those thick wide stacks of linked sheets fed through
those old dot matrix machines...
Tuesday, March 09, 2004
Monday, March 08, 2004
LogolepsyThe name of
this project is also its description: Luciferous [adj. - illuminating,
literally and figuratively] Logolepsy [n. - an obsession with
words], in other words: 'an illuminating obsession with words'.
happy... happy... to greet That Distant
Land: The Collected Stories (of Wendell Berry)... a title so new
it's not even listed at the
... but here it is... in my hands... o
Gray found dead
... sad... sad... sad...
throughout the day there were some very
fine poetry performances... some were simply great... gifts...
i hope those students knew/know what a beautiful thing they did...
uh... maybe i should tell them?
chs must be dry too... the school's filters
won't let me go to the Smith
found this article from Alternative
... info about the smith berrry winery of
henry county ky... wb's daughter mary... i didn't realize henry
county was dry...
first period poetry performances were
mostly very fine... no total meltdowns... just a few minor glitches...
some even managed to capture and express a reasonable/believable
tone... which i know is no small achievement... most kept the
nerves under control...
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