From my mother–again and again throughout my childhood
If at first you don’t succeed, try, try again.
I’m still learning to maneuver my way around wordpress, and as classes near, I wanted to streamline the process of checking my students’ required commonplace books. So I created a site just for the students.
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Student Commonplace Site
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“Science is the same as poetry” Robert Kelly
Posted in Art, Building, Community, Hobos, Journey, Language, Liam Rector, Life, Poetry, Ritual, The Beautiful Work, Truth, Work, Writing, tagged Art, Building, Community, Hobos, Journey, Language, Liam Rector, Life, Poetry, Ritual, The Beautiful Work, Truth, Work, Writing on December 28, 2007 | 3 Comments »
Science
by Robert Kelly
Science explains nothing
but holds all together as
many things as it can count
science is a basket
not a religion he said
a cat as big as a cat
the moon the size of the moon
science is the same as poetry
only it uses the wrong words.
“Miracle…half heard” Linda Gregg
Posted in Building, Community, Faith, Family, Hobos, Hope, Journey, Life, Loss, Poetry, Ritual, Students, Teachers, The Beautiful Work, Thresholds, Transitions, Truth, Twenty dollar bills, Work, tagged Building, Community, Faith, Family, Hobos, Hope, Journey, Life, Loss, Poetry, Ritual, Students, Teachers, The Beautiful Work, Thresholds, Transitions, Truth, Twenty dollar bills, Work on December 22, 2007 | 6 Comments »
Now I Understand
by Linda Gregg
Something was pouring out. Filling the field
and making it vacant. A wind blowing them
sideways as they moved forward. The crying
as before. Suddenly I understood why they left
the empty bowls on the table, in the empty hut
overlooking the sea. And knew the meaning
of the heron breaking branches, spreading
his wings in order to [...]
“What you love is your fate” Frank Bidart
Posted in Bennington, Building, Community, Faith, Family, Gratitude, Hobos, Hope, Journey, Liam Rector, Life, Poetry, Ritual, Students, Teachers, The Beautiful Work, Thresholds, Transitions, Truth, Twenty dollar bills, Work, Writing, tagged Bennington, Building, Community, Faith, Family, Gratitude, Hobos, Hope, Journey, Liam Rector, Life, Poetry, Ritual, Students, Teachers, The Beautiful Work, Thresholds, Transitions, Truth, Twenty dollar bills, Work, Writing on November 23, 2007 | 1 Comment »
“It might be said that tolerance of hate speech (or tolerance of anything) makes us weak and feckless, as a nation. In fact it is our greatest tensile strength.” Liam Rector
“Unthinkable respect for authority is the greatest enemy of truth.”
Albert Einstein
then the voice in my head said
WHETHER YOU LOVE WHAT YOU LOVE
OR LIVE [...]
“Into flesh and poetry.” Wislawa Szymborska
Posted in Art, Books, Building, Community, Faith, Family, Hobos, Hope, Journey, Language, Liam Rector, Life, Poetry, Prayer, Ritual, The Beautiful Work, Truth, Work, Writing, tagged Art, Books, Building, Community, Denise Levertov, Faith, Family, Hobos, Hope, Journey, Language, Liam Rector, Life, Poetry, Prayer, Ritual, The Beautiful Work, Truth, Writing on November 17, 2007 | 3 Comments »
This much we give over to fate
in case we’re wrong
From “Our Last Period Together” by Liam Rector
“Reading a poem is an act of faith and that involves abandoning oneself to something irresolvable.” Carl Phillips
We, too, can divide ourselves, it’s true.
But only into flesh and a broken whisper.
Into flesh and poetry.
—from “Autotomy” by Wislawa [...]
