Poetry
What Will Remain?
She knows it will come to an end,
But not in the same way he does,
And when it occurs, he wonders,
What will remain of days like these,
With her riding shotgun through
The sunburnt contours of southern Crete,
Or of all the other journeys
With her sister and her brother,
Lit by a fellowship between father and child
Sought, mostly without success, as son,
But that somehow, at least in his mind,
Has come to pass, and that, though trained
To never admit a thing like this, often leads him
In moments of darkened calm, or on long drives alone,
To regress to the fluorescence of Middle School crushes
And silently mouth their three sacred names
….. over and over and over again.
Heedless
It's so easy to be heedless,
With all the grandparents either locked away,
Or doing their best to pretend that they too are young,
And as such, aggressively uninterested in telling
Those who will inherit the earth
That eye-to eye contact and
Keeping your feet off railway seats,
Or your chosen music
Out of the ears of innocent by-standers,
Are truly important things,
Not in the self-evident way of a marriage choice,
Or the decision to pull the plug on dear old Dad,
But in the arguably more durable and meaningful sense of
Of affirming the stark, though often camouflaged
Reality of our absolute and unrelenting dependence
On the grace of others, on their many small decisions
To imagine each of us, not as exploitable
Resources, but as variously-configured crucibles
Of all that has ever brought any of us
Comfort, pleasure or ecstasy in this world
A Certain Class
If born into certain class,
One comfortable or book-filled enough
To make the world seem a fundamentally rational place,
The pursuit of qualifications and medals
Is every bit as natural as the newborn's blind,
But always certain lurch for mother's breast.
But what happens when the illusion induced
By a fortunate run of history recedes, laying bare
Imposture of it all, and the desperate groans
Of people in need, who for mostly very good reasons,
Never saw the seeking and granting of stars at the
Top of the worksheet as anything remotely relating to them?
What mostly occurs, it seems, are frenzied attempts
To safeguard the tokens of teacherly love from the deluge,
Like the attempts by the orphan Chauncy Gardner,
In Being There, to stop the car tire from closing in on his
Toes, by fingering his TV remote control,
In ever-faster pulsations.
Comity
As she, his colleague for twenty years
On a very cozily configured faculty,
Stood, inert and with eyes averted,
Eighteen inches away,
Unable to respond with even a grunt
To friendly inquiries about life
And summer adventures,
The student worker,
More tethered to a desk,
And professionally dressed
Than either of them ever had to be,
Smilingly processed the books
That had come to her free of charge
From libraries around the world,
He was reminded,
As on so many occasions in the past,
Of that nostrum about
"Youth being wasted on the young"
And how perfectly its logic could be applied
To academia and academics
Poetry
It all begins with an idea.
What Will Remain?
She knows it will come to an end,
But not in the same way he does,
And when it occurs, he wonders,
What will remain of days like these,
With her riding shotgun through
The sunburnt contours of southern Crete,
Or of all the other journeys
With her sister and her brother,
Lit by a fellowship between father and child
Sought, mostly without success, as son,
But that somehow, at least in his mind,
Has come to pass, and that, though trained
To never admit a thing like this, often leads him
In moments of darkened calm, or on long drives alone,
To regress to the fluorescence of Middle School crushes
And silently mouth their three sacred names
….. over and over and over again.
Blog Post Title Two
It all begins with an idea.
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Blog Post Title Three
It all begins with an idea.
It all begins with an idea. Maybe you want to launch a business. Maybe you want to turn a hobby into something more. Or maybe you have a creative project to share with the world. Whatever it is, the way you tell your story online can make all the difference.
Don’t worry about sounding professional. Sound like you. There are over 1.5 billion websites out there, but your story is what’s going to separate this one from the rest. If you read the words back and don’t hear your own voice in your head, that’s a good sign you still have more work to do.
Be clear, be confident and don’t overthink it. The beauty of your story is that it’s going to continue to evolve and your site can evolve with it. Your goal should be to make it feel right for right now. Later will take care of itself. It always does.
Blog Post Title Four
It all begins with an idea.
It all begins with an idea. Maybe you want to launch a business. Maybe you want to turn a hobby into something more. Or maybe you have a creative project to share with the world. Whatever it is, the way you tell your story online can make all the difference.
Don’t worry about sounding professional. Sound like you. There are over 1.5 billion websites out there, but your story is what’s going to separate this one from the rest. If you read the words back and don’t hear your own voice in your head, that’s a good sign you still have more work to do.
Be clear, be confident and don’t overthink it. The beauty of your story is that it’s going to continue to evolve and your site can evolve with it. Your goal should be to make it feel right for right now. Later will take care of itself. It always does.