Sunday, May 30, 2004
stormy night... boom... boom... rumble
Saturday, May 29, 2004
Progressive Interview | Tom MorelloQ: Tell me about growing up in Libertyville.
Morello: I integrated the town.
It is an entirely white conservative northern suburb of Chicago
and I was the first person of color to reside in the town. My
mom and I moved there in 1965. She was applying to be a public
high school teacher in communities around the northern suburbs.
In more than one of them, they said, 'You can work here, but your
family cannot live here.' They were explicit about it. I was a
one-year-old half-Kenyan kid, and they told my mom, 'You're an
interracial family so you can live in the ghetto in Waukegan or
go to North Chicago or somewhere like that.' Libertyville was
the first community that allowed us to court real estate agents
to find an apartment.
this from ed
is taken from stanley
great earthy translation of hesiod... reminds me
to finish reading it... Neighbours,
good and badI
I had nothing to do with this fifth generation
Wish I had died before or been born after,
Because this is the Iron Age.
a day goes by
A man doesn't have some kind of
Nights too, just wearing him down. I
The gods send us terrible pain and vexation.
Still, there'll be some good mixed in with the
And then Zeus will destroy this generation
Soon as they start being born grey around
Then fathers won't get along with
their kids anymore,
Nor guests with hosts, nor
partner with partner,
And brothers won't be
friends, the way they used to be.
honor their parents when they get old
curse them and give them a hard time,
rascals, and never think about paying them back
all the trouble it was to raise them.
start taking justice into their own hands,
each other's cities, no respect at all
man who keeps his oaths, the good man,
Friday, May 28, 2004
Times - Highway 61 RevisitedThe
blues springs up from hardship. It's an instrument of survival,
offering release and relief. The blues commands the present moment,
demanding that you forget the woes of your past and deal with
the trials ahead. But even at a crucial crossroads, confronted
by the shifting specter of terrorism and an unwinnable war, the
United States still can't take time off to sing the blues.
R.I.P. David Dellinger (1916-2004)
Dellinger: The Life of a Nonviolent WarriorIn his autobiography, From Yale to Jail, Dave
recounted an incident at Yale that changed his life. It happened
after a football game between Yale and Georgia. Tensions between
the Yale students and "townies" were high. Imagine Dave
and his friends taking home a section of the goal posts as a trophy
of victory. In any case, they were set upon by some local toughs.
In the ensuing fight, Dave decked one of them and then experienced
revulsion at what he'd done. Here's how he explains what happened:
"The lesson I learned
was as simple, direct and unarguable as the lesson a child learns
the first time it puts its hand on a red-hot stove: Don't ever
do it again! But the pain I felt was a spiritual pain, as if I
had suddenly emerged from a fit of anger and realized that I had
pressed a child's hand onto the stove. I knew that I would never
be able to strike another human being again."
That moment also showed him something else: how
sadness and shame can lead to love and change. He stayed with
the young man he had hit, apologized, and walked him home. As
they parted, Dave felt what he called "the power of our unexpected
and unusual bonding." The impact of the encounter stayed
some sanity that just appeared on the wendell berry
... thanks, socra......
I really want
to know how we, or more
importantly, how I can create a
world. Therein lies the real
challenge for us. And I am sure that the
who are doing the
make the world better, such as the
ones Ed listed
posts back, like the
Amish, don't spend a
lot of time psycho-
analyzing George Bush from the
So today, I
decided, as an act of rebellion
against the radiation
eminating from George Bush
that I am going to follow
Wendell's advice. I am not going
anything that is advertised
on t.v. In fact, I'm not going to own a
Then, when I buy, I
to buy the least commercial, most
stuff I can find.
I am going to do it with
cash, because I am not
going to use a credit card.
In fact, I am
not going to use credit
at all, even for my housing (it
can be done
- I did it!). And I am
going to spend all the money I save so that
I can do projects in
I will have an actual part: literacy
kids down the
to restore that salmon
habitat, figuring out
and a thousand other
things that I need to do.
I am going to
walk instead of drive. I
am going to control my appetites
maintain my health. And I am
going to be so busy doing the right things
with my life that I will
not have time to speculate on how it is
George Bush came to
And you can rest assured that I will sleep
very well to night,
that Someone besides George Bush is
of the world!
Thursday, May 27, 2004
Wednesday, May 26, 2004
sentence of the day... from Eeksy-PeeksyThe man
selling books is very dirty and worn and he smells like everything
in the world a week ago, but when I light his cigarette his hands
cup mine and hold me for a second.
reading bits and pieces of henri nouwen...
from Seeds of Hope... like these bits to seminary students...
Teachers can only be teachers
when there are students who want to be students. Without a question,
an answer is experienced as manipulation; without a struggle,
help is considered interference; and without the desire to learn,
the offer to teach is easily felt as oppression. Therefore, our
first task is not to offer information, advice, or even guidance,
but to allow others to come into touch with their own struggles,
painis, doubts, and insecurities--in short, to affirm their life
When we put a heavy taboo on the great questions
of life, we become servants of death.
formation is the gradual and often painful discovery of God's
incomprehensibility. You can be competent in many things, but
you cannot be competent in God.
this looks fine... and useful... WriteNet:
Virtual Poetry Workshop
Tuesday, May 25, 2004
enfants de la patrie
... cute song from m. recchia's room next
o... and listening to The
Best of Miles Davis & John Coltrane (1955-1961)
... just because...
and today is mr. davis's birthday... fine sounds... if only miles,
coltrane, and waldo emerson could've recorded together... think
how the land would have shivered and jumped...
another day... same empty classroom...
reading The Iceman Cometh for the first time... in prep
for its use in next year's AP class... liking it very much right
at the start (once you get past all this introductory description
of characters as yet unmet... seems i know larry slade best from
his own dialogue rather than through o'neill's details on his
face & couture)... slade says stuff like
I saw men didn't want to be saved from themselves,
for that would mean they'd have to give up greed, and they'll
never pay that price for liberty. So, I said to the world, God
bless all here, and may the best man win and die of gluttony!
yeah.. he's kinda preachy in his
It's a great
game, the pursuit of happiness.
a man's soul isn't a sow's ear, it will be time enough to dream
of silk purses.
Monday, May 24, 2004
having a semi-great and tiring time in
my empty classroom listening ot dylan at this moment singing "cocaine"...
and you aren't... are you?
that whoever worked with Clark was completely unable to read post-avant
writing & simply said "Whatever" when confronting the
problematics of this work.
gee... i wonder what that is... that ability to read pist-avant
wroting... could i read it cluelessly... i fear i have always..
as such are my problemantics
(whose tiny print's so serious it chafes my
we know these are the truest conditions
for meaningful learning... but that's life... this is SCHOOL...more
percy from Language Log(1)
an openness of the thing before one--instead of being an exercise
to be learned according to an approved mode, it is a garden of
delights which beckons to one; (2) a sovereignty of the knower--instead
of being a consumer of a prepared experience, I am a sovereign
wayfarer, a wanderer in the neighborhood of being who stumbles
into the garden.
Walker Percy... found at Language
)To put it bluntly:
A student who has the desire to get at a dogfish or a Shakespeare
sonnet may have the greatest difficulty in salvaging the creature
itself from the educational package in which it is presented.
The great difficulty is that he is not aware that there is a difficulty;
surely, he thinks, in such a fine classroom, with such a fine
textbook, the sonnet must come across! What's wrong with me?
when yr standing
at the window watching this cloud build and build... some kind
of explosion in the sky... and you hear the sirens begin... part
of yr brain says step away from the window, dummy
the other part says too much beauty here... too much
and for me... in most cases... beauty wins... hands down, as they
say (wonder where that expression comes from...hands down)
birthday Joseph Brodsky...
murray's tex files
)All my poems are more or less about the same
thing about Time. About what time does to Man. Joseph
BIRTHDAY, BOBStarry-eyed an' laughing as I recall when we
Trapped by no track of hours for
they hanged suspended
As we listened one last
time an' we watched with one last look
an' swallowed 'til the tolling ended
for the aching ones whose wounds cannot be nursed
the countless confused, accused, misused, strung-out ones an'
An' for every hung-up person in the whole
An' we gazed upon the chimes of
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