Notes from last Friday
My mind lets go at sleep time. One’s ugly opinions vanish. We’re sweet as just bodies sleeping. Me-deprived. What I give the world is just ideas. These are not a big deal. And many different people can...
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I’m tired tonight, so I’m not sure how coherent this post will be, but I’ve been waiting for a chance to post some things, so here goes: I’m reading selections from Homer’s Iliad (in a recent...
View ArticleBeyond genres, writing as a way to live
I earned twelve dollars and fifty cents this week for explicating Marvell’s “To His Coy Mistress” when I substituted in a high school colleague’s literature class for 25 minutes. I made my money by...
View ArticleDisenchanting Santa
An Illinois winter As I was writing the previous post, it started becoming this post, and it seemed best to separate them. But this post does build on the idea of outgrowing the belief in magic that...
View ArticleIndecipherable metaphorical palimpsest: Letting go of past ideas
I’ve been here, writing at the top of a blank screen, three or four times already. You, reader, wouldn’t know that. (Even if many people read this post, we read it one mind at a time. Each mind’s on...
View ArticleThe past is not -7: Remembering to forget
I’m not sure it helps to think of time in a linear way, as if time were on a number line (with the present at zero, the past as negative numbers, and the future as positive numbers). This seems to...
View ArticleDialogue: Culture, media, and the generations
My former student and current friend, D., emailed recently with a thought about his reaction to watching the TV show The Goldbergs. It got us started on a discussion of how we perceive our culture and...
View ArticleWhat is it that we do most of the time?
A text from my pocket notebooks, dated 19 August 1994: What is it that we do most of the time, when we’re not distracted by something else like working, being angry, etc.? Like, for example, the pauses...
View ArticleAll gum still is
Inspired by these thoughts by poet Sparrow, I had this thought recently: Gum is never used up; it’s just moved around. Almost all the gum that ever was, still is.
View ArticlePerpetuating Reality: Time is not real
Two students in my Rhet. & Comp. class claimed on Friday that time does not exist. I’m writing this now, describing a memory as an idea, and if you’re reading this now, you’re constructing these...
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