Blogger, it's been over a month since my last confession ...
Blogger, it's been over a month since my last confession and this confession will be random, rambling, and unfocused so bear with me:
I have an incredibly talented student in my poetry workshop this semester (actually I have lots of them, but this one is a bit of a l'enfant terrible) who reminded me Friday that blogs are just opportunities to wallow in self-adoration. I agree, so let me wallow--not in self-adoration, but in my own brand of self-effacement that looks like adoration that looks like effacement.
We're so happy to be in Clintonville. It feels like a happy place and ultimately there's nothing wrong with that--choosing to live in a place that feels comfortable. We dealt with not feeling comfortable for so long, it seeped into our bones. Today I plan on comfortably (after a run through the wetlands) working on a review on my front porch in the October sun to warm my Olde Towne East-chilled bones.
It's been a long and rowdy week/end. Two long classes a week (my two screenwriting classes) really exhaust me. I love them, but there's something about them that takes my breath away. Kids, know that your teachers who are teaching four or more classes a semester are really working their tails off, so be patient and give them lots of hugs (metaphorical). This was a community service announcement. Thank you.
We drove up to Akron Friday to read poems in The Big Big Mess Reading Series (thanks, Nick Sturm!) and got to meet/read with the fabulous David Dodd Lee and chat with Catherine Wing (fellow Sewanee Martin/Salter workshop alum). It was a blast.
And here's something else: I've been reading the Bishop/Lowell letters every night before I go to sleep. Their friendship was something to be envied. Love like that is rare, I think, and really quite beautiful. Maybe you should read them too.
Finally, there's lots of good new music out this fall. Here's a taste, then two Hail Marys and call me in the morning:
I have an incredibly talented student in my poetry workshop this semester (actually I have lots of them, but this one is a bit of a l'enfant terrible) who reminded me Friday that blogs are just opportunities to wallow in self-adoration. I agree, so let me wallow--not in self-adoration, but in my own brand of self-effacement that looks like adoration that looks like effacement.
We're so happy to be in Clintonville. It feels like a happy place and ultimately there's nothing wrong with that--choosing to live in a place that feels comfortable. We dealt with not feeling comfortable for so long, it seeped into our bones. Today I plan on comfortably (after a run through the wetlands) working on a review on my front porch in the October sun to warm my Olde Towne East-chilled bones.
It's been a long and rowdy week/end. Two long classes a week (my two screenwriting classes) really exhaust me. I love them, but there's something about them that takes my breath away. Kids, know that your teachers who are teaching four or more classes a semester are really working their tails off, so be patient and give them lots of hugs (metaphorical). This was a community service announcement. Thank you.
We drove up to Akron Friday to read poems in The Big Big Mess Reading Series (thanks, Nick Sturm!) and got to meet/read with the fabulous David Dodd Lee and chat with Catherine Wing (fellow Sewanee Martin/Salter workshop alum). It was a blast.
And here's something else: I've been reading the Bishop/Lowell letters every night before I go to sleep. Their friendship was something to be envied. Love like that is rare, I think, and really quite beautiful. Maybe you should read them too.
Finally, there's lots of good new music out this fall. Here's a taste, then two Hail Marys and call me in the morning:
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