Will today’s post be a paean to William Carlos Williams? No, it will not be a paean to William Carlos Williams. Deception helps my bide my time when I’m slouching on my Throne of Lies.
Today I’m tinkering with a new schedule, one which I hope will get the best writing out of me. Said writing, however, does [...]
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The Use of Force
Posted in lapses of lame, vagaries of verse on July 8, 2008 | Leave a Comment »
Sitting in Judgment
Posted in lapses of lame on May 20, 2008 | Leave a Comment »
I finished off my kwazy prose poem qua short story, so let’s see if I can’t be a little more plainspoken and succinct today. I’m blogging on borrowed time, so my apologies in advance for typos, incoherence, and oblique critiques of Sarah Jessica Parker.
As a terrible starting point, a confession: I watched an episode of [...]
The Crunching Crisis
Posted in amor fati!, lapses of lame, vague allusions on May 3, 2008 | Leave a Comment »
If I came across Crunching Crisis in the cereal aisle I would buy two boxes. Today, however, the seemingly delicious term represents an especially dire kind of math.
First, some sobering news for the poets. Given the nature of my professional obligations, I can only manage a half-time commitment to verse, a half-time commitment to fiction, a half-time commitment [...]
Delight in Disorder
Posted in fodder for Freudians, lapses of lame on April 29, 2008 | 1 Comment »
Ah, the magic that is finals week. Shellshocked students shambling from classroom to classroom, barely able to manage a sweatsuit and bedhead ensemble, running around campus brandishing flash drives like Olympians. How I envy them.
Me, I’m tweaking my mental machinery, getting ready to switch gears once the semester ends. I’ll be teaching the second half [...]
Daze of the Dead
Posted in lapses of lame, navel-gazery, vague allusions on April 12, 2008 | Leave a Comment »
Today I shall laze. Were I more ambitious, I would attempt to lase, which would turn this post into an homage to Real Genius. Alas, I lack the gumption.
Wednesday the end of the semester begins in good earnest: I will collect about 75 essays, conference with my intermediate composition students, and start assembling final exams. Anything [...]
