Just some of the thoughts on my mind today. Continue reading If I Tell You This Is Mostly About Poetry, Will You Still Read It? A Social Experiment.
What happens when you leave the only career you’ve always known? Here are my thoughts on leaving teaching. Continue reading On Leaving Teaching. I’m Nobody! Who Are You?
One of my favorite works of art in The Metropolitan Museum of Art is the statue of Ugolino and His Sons by the artist Jean-Baptiste Carpeaux. I swim in this thing. I bathe in this thing. I drink of this thing. This thing is life. Yes, the mastery of the artist is an experience to relish. But this statue has something extra to offer. In … Continue reading The Metropolitan Museum of Art: Ugolino and His Sons
Me: So how’s your day going? You tired? Did you eat well here or no? The Fly: Humans have no idea just how filthy their houses are. I’ll be living out the rest of my life here, Lady. Your house is a paradise. Me: How come you aren’t in the kitchen with the other flies? You wanted a break? Some peace and quiet? Fly: She … Continue reading Conversation With A Fly On My Window Screen: Based On a True Story
I’ve taken to writing in my underwear. It’s damned liberating. This past week, I’ve been doing my writing in one of these. The IKEA Poang chair is the best thing that has happened to my body in a very long time aside from my bike. Whenever I come up with something really good, I lean back and relax into this chair for 10 seconds, feeling instantly cradled … Continue reading The Passionate Writer
And, yes, even now, there’s no lack of crap. I know that this is a shocking revelation, but some of the so-called literature in many grade school literature books is crap squeezed between two covers. Continue reading Required Reading: Autobiographies & Memoirs
So, I walked into my room last night and looked at my bed and thought, What the heck? Honestly, I shouldn’t be surprised. It’s always the same issue. My mornings look like this: I stare at my closet trying to figure out which type of a mood I’m in. I settle on something and put it on. It feels wrong. I remove it and toss … Continue reading Piles of Books and Clothes
Don’t you just love those people who are such storytellers that, even when you inform him or her that you’ve heard the story told before, he says, “Shut up and listen to my story,” and just keeps telling it? And we always end up smiling at the same parts, rolling our eyes, laughing out loud, calling out “Oh, whatever!” at the same parts. And every time you hear the story … Continue reading A Little Tribute to Storytellers
via Daily Prompt: Control Anthem by Ayn Rand showcases a dystopia of the distant future. It’s about society’s effects on the individual. I’d like to take some time to discuss how it’s ideas might apply to friendship and romantic love. These applications may be old news to you, but I’m excited to share my thoughts and see what you think. Just a note: I will insert a … Continue reading Love, Friendship and Control
Here’s a scene: Demetrius comes out of his mid-sized hut to find something wrong. He had paid Henry to fix this problem. And now here it is rearing its dumb ugly head in his front yard. Everyone thought that Henry was a man with common sense. That’s why he had hired him. He was wrong, obviously. Standing there, he starts to hear front doors open. … Continue reading Common Sense and Public Humiliation