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An offhand remark
Anna mentioned, as our conversation finished, that I didn’t know how to be loved. It wasn’t an accusation, it was half joke, and half matter of fact. I think she’s right.
11/6 Graduate Presentation
When we ask the question, “What does a poem mean,” we are not asking a simple question. I believe that the analysis of a poem’s meaning needs to be viewed from three perspectives. Author’s inte...
Catching up
I’m slowly working my way out of this latest funk. A large part of getting myself out of my various pits is to force myself to do things that I know are good. Unfortunately, none of that can in...
Words were never the problem
From Open Diary to now, I’ve complained over and over that I didn’t have enough words. The words won’t come, and the like. Constant complaints in this regard. Meanwhile my throat is exhausted....
Waiting
I’m on my second cup of coffee. Then I’ll start the tea. Maybe I’ll try sunlight. Maybe even a walk. My old vices aren’t enough to calm me down, and happiness seems to be just around some corn...
