It’s been awhile since I’ve done any sort of expose on the state of the union. However, reading this makes me want to. What I love about Tom Wolfe: his prose flows with factual power and the skepticism of a child, not of the nihilist or contemptuous cynic, and he doesn’t stick to exposes. No.Continue reading “Wolfe’s den”
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Instead of grading…
Lately the feeling that the activities on my to-do list might just smother me in my sleep, creep off the page and into my unconscious, has left me with little emotion for anything else. I feel a flat sort of happiness when the sun comes out, or when I allow myself the luxury of aContinue reading “Instead of grading…”
Companion to Shakespeare’s sonnets
In honor of long-standing argument that I am going to win one of these days — if the telling of it or the moral itself is of more value; not that these must be mutually exclusive. The beauty of Shakespeare’s originals, I’ll warrant you, however, surpasses these moralistic reductions as the first of May surpassesContinue reading “Companion to Shakespeare’s sonnets”
School
Third day of classes, and I’m back in the mindset of a careful sponge. I try not to sound too pedantic or too shy, roll my eyes at the list of journals we’re supposed to look up to develop good study habits, hang my attention on the space between the proff’s lips and teeth, tryingContinue reading “School”
Noel
“Get up, get up! It’s CHRISTMAS!” Bess rolls over. “I’ll get up when the boys get up.” Isaiah, who is 11, runs next door “Guys, get up! It’s after 9!” “We’re growing. We’ll get up when the girls get up.” “I’m up,” I say, on Isaiah’s heels. Here it is, the lawful hour of ChristmasContinue reading “Noel”
At home
Stayed awake with one brother and Kelsey, who is up for Thanksgiving, until they got tired. Silly children. Haven’t laughed so much in a long time. Ok, maybe yesterday. Daniel (the silent 16-year-old): I usually fast and pray and then get advice before I even talk, but with her (he shakes his head, just thinkingContinue reading “At home”
April
As I sit in an English lab with the feel of a construction site, its walls concrete, unadorned red brick, and naked steel ribs, I contemplate the meaning of life. I’m waiting for something. Literally, I’m waiting for 6 p.m. tonight, when I have an appointment to meet. Other than that, I seem to beContinue reading “April”
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