R.i.p. Kurt Vonnegut
November 11, 1922 – April 11, 2007
Reasons To Love My Kids (just This Week)
1. Email from former student just to say ‘Hi’
2.Email from former student to say that life is more complicated without me to talk to about . .. well, life.
3. Visit from former student to thank me for being a good teacher and getting them ready for life/college.
4. IM from former student wishing that I was her current teacher instead of the ‘moron’ she’s stuck with.
5. One of my kids dropped out of school today, but felt that she had to apologize to me for it, and promise that she will return next year.
6. Student I don’t even have stopping me in a resturant, excited to tell me she is taking my class next year, in front of my parents.
And it’s only Wen.
With everything going on in my building that is driving me batshitcrazymad it’s nice to get these reminders of why I do it.
“are You Still Writing?”
Such a good question. Am I still writing poetry? In a word: meh . ..
Yes. I am still writing, however, I do have a full time job (at least for now), so I do not have the time that ‘real writers’ (whoever they are) have to devote to writing alone.
There are always poems in the works. Revisions to be made. Ideas to being. Solanders mourn. I am constantly observing life through my semi-objective lens, and when I have time I jot those thoughts down, often in a poetic way.
For example: a poem in progress after watching someone at Barnes and Nobles while attempting to grade; obviously unfinished.
[untitled
some people wear brokenness in their bones
: on the bridge of a nose, around the sagging
of shoulders. others declare this dis-ease
with a dimness of eyes which never raise,
bowed prostrate, in praise of pavement.
she carries her’s on the face of these covers
hoping to find How to stop worrying –
and start living once her Reality Check
Bounced: as if these trite pages lay the stones
for Stumbling upon Happiness. but,
i think she know it’s pointless: defeating
her own purpose, studying a People
Magazine, leaving the stacked tomes
unblemished and pristine - bindings unbroken.
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So yes Virginia, MEH is still writing. Still trying. When he has the time.
I’m Back . . .
* Inflight pictures of Boston and Denver Sky (Take off and Landing / Sunrise and Sunset) Click for more.
* Music posted by E. We recorded at his house and he’s currently mixing. Horah.
* Update on the insanity that is ME(h)
But for now, I must clean my apt. Why? Because my parents are here. Yeah. I just left them. They can’t get enough of me.
Updates . . .musicing . . .
Check it out. <-- New format . . . still sorting out the bugs, but it's working.
Also a new EP is up. All That I Can’t Say. 5 songs.