The Book I Read: Time Is Not On Your Side

Books discussed in this blog entry and its accompanying podcast: Four Thousand Weeks: Time Management for Mortals, by Oliver Burkeman, Crying in H Mart by Michelle Zauner, Mrs. Dalloway by Virginia Woolf, and Virginia Woolf’s Mrs. Dalloway by Robin Black. What follows is the text of the podcast–with the omission of the short reading fromContinue reading “The Book I Read: Time Is Not On Your Side”

#433: An Epic Simile for the School Year (a poem on April 26, 2022)

This school year is flying bylike a bullet train at lightning speed,its passengers securely buckled in, or, even, despite incrediblerates of acceleration, move freely inside the cabins as if they werestanding stock still, sipping theirdrinks, forking their hors d’oeuvres,oblivious to the fact that they are moving at 200 miles per hour.I think, but I amContinue reading “#433: An Epic Simile for the School Year (a poem on April 26, 2022)”

#403: Poem on April 30, 2021

It’s always astounding to me, when I set myself the task of writing a poem a day for a month, and then each day becomes marked by a poem, how quickly the month seems to pass. Thirty poems seems like a lot of poems. Thirty days seems like a lot of days. It’s not. You’dContinue reading “#403: Poem on April 30, 2021”

Diary of an English Teacher in His Penultimate Year, Redux: Time On Our Side?

Synchronicity, as Jung described it, is a meaningful coincidence, an “acausal connecting principal.” Things happen back to back that seem to be meaningfully related; even though the first thing could not be said to have caused the second thing, we still feel the buzz or the chill of revelation, usually in a thrilling and positiveContinue reading “Diary of an English Teacher in His Penultimate Year, Redux: Time On Our Side?”

Diary of an English Teacher in His Penultimate Year, Redux: We Should Be Angry Most of the Time, But for Some Reason. . .

There are things that should infuriate public school teachers about our jobs. Here’s just one: It is an impossible gig; to wit, there is not enough time in the work day to do the job we have been asked to do, or rather, the job that we would like to do, the job that weContinue reading “Diary of an English Teacher in His Penultimate Year, Redux: We Should Be Angry Most of the Time, But for Some Reason. . .”

#216: This is just to say

This is just to say I came home from work today and had nowhere else to go. No rehearsal, no show. I moved straight into relaxation, writing a poem my only obligation and even that, I put off until now; just goes to show you how: having time now for almost anything¬†I’d like to do,Continue reading “#216: This is just to say”