#427: A Poem from Whitman’s “I Hear America Singing” on April 21, 2022

I hear the American High Schoolsinging, the varied carols I hear: students sing their waydown the hallways andinto classrooms, where, sometimes, they stop singing, quiet, headsdown, depressed or exhausted–other timesthe singing never ceasesand their verses and chorusespercolate and resonate througheach 87 minute period.I hear the teachers sing their teaching voices, singing their lessonsunceasingly, tirelessly, musteringContinue reading “#427: A Poem from Whitman’s “I Hear America Singing” on April 21, 2022″

A Journal of the Plague Year: #5

The day begins with session 10 of a guided meditation with Sam Harris. I’m not a huge fan of guided meditations, per se, because I feel while I’m meditating I don’t want somebody else’s voice in my head. But I am a fan of Sam Harris, so I figured, since he gifted me a freeContinue reading “A Journal of the Plague Year: #5”

#218: Long Lines for the 27th of the Month of April

Because the spring beats its rhythm in the head of the school kids anxious for the arrival of Summer break, because teachers are either counting the days or trying to hold them back, having way too much shit to do and not nearly enough time to do it, because there’s the promise of music blaringContinue reading “#218: Long Lines for the 27th of the Month of April”

#25: The American Teenager Has A Theory About Walt Whitman

The American Teenager Has A Theory About Walt Whitman Looking for inspiration for his own portrait of the poet, referencing a famous drawing of Uncle Walt, hand on his hip, in a gesture of confidence, I’d say, with a kind of challenging and quizzical look in his handsome, young face, the boy says, Was WaltContinue reading “#25: The American Teenager Has A Theory About Walt Whitman”