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Poor Boy Long Way From Home–In Memory of Liam Rector
Posted in Absence, Art, Bennington, Books, Building, Community, Faith, Family, Friendship, Gratitude, Grief, Hope, Journey, Language, Liam Rector, Life, Loss, Poetry, Prayer, Ritual, Stories, Students, Teachers, The Beautiful Work, Transitions, Truth, Work, Writing, tagged Absence, Art, Bennington, Books, Building, Community, Death, Faith, Family, Friendship, Gratitude, Grief, Hope, Journey, Liam Rector, Life, Loss, Mentor, Poetry, Poets, Prayer, Ritual, Stories, Students, Teachers, The Beautiful Work, Transitions, Truth, Work, Writers, Writing, Writing Community on August 14, 2008 | 3 Comments »
The Hour and What is Dead Li Young Lee
Posted in Absence, Anger, Art, Bennington, Books, Building, Community, Faith, Family, Friendship, Gratitude, Grief, Hope, Journey, Language, Liam Rector, Life, Loss, Poetry, Prayer, Ritual, Stories, Students, Teachers, The Beautiful Work, Transitions, Truth, Writing, tagged Absence, Anger, Art, Bennington, Books, Building, Community, Faith, Family, Friendship, Gratitude, Grief, Hope, Journey, Language, Li Young Lee, Liam Rector, Life, Loss, Poetry, Prayer, Ritual, Stories, Students, Teachers, The Beautiful Work, Transitions, Truth, Writers, Writing on August 12, 2008 | 2 Comments »
The Hour and What is Dead
by Li Young Lee
Tonight my brother, in heavy boots, is walking
through bare rooms over my head,
opening and closing doors.
What could he be looking for in an empty house?
What could he possibly need there in heaven?
Does he remember his earth, his birthplace set to torches?
His love for me feels like spilled [...]
Dig For Something Shiny
Posted in Art, Bennington, Building, Community, Fiction, Hobos, Hope, Journey, Life, Poetry, Stories, Students, Teachers, The Beautiful Work, Truth, Twenty dollar bills, Work, Writing, tagged Art, Bennington, Building, Commonplace Books, Community, Fiction, Hobos, Hope, Journey, Language, Life, Poetry, Students, Teachers, The Beautiful Work, Truth, Twenty dollar bills, Work, Writing on August 3, 2008 | 1 Comment »
I’m requiring my students to keep online commonplace books. And I try to practice what I preach
So….visit Something Shiny: One Writer’s Commonplace Book.
Still so much to conquer: E. Ethelbert Miller
Posted in Absence, Art, Bennington, Books, Building, Community, Family, Fiction, Friendship, Gratitude, Grief, Hobos, Hope, Journey, Language, Liam Rector, Life, Loss, Poetry, Prayer, Ritual, Stories, Students, Teachers, The Beautiful Work, Thresholds, Truth, Twenty dollar bills, Work, Writing, tagged Absence, Art, Bennington, Books, Building, Community, Ethelbert Miller, Faith, Family, Fiction, Friendship, Gratitude, Grief, Hobos, Hope, Journey, Language, Liam Rector, Life, Loss, Poetry, Prayer, Ritual, Stories, Students, Teachers, The Beautiful Work, Thresholds, Truth, Twenty dollar bills, Work, Writing on August 3, 2008 | Leave a Comment »
Wisdom from an interview with my friend, the poet E. Ethelbert Miller:
Just when I needed reminding…
Thanks, E, and much love, much gratitude.
“But where’s the apprenticeship? And that’s the word to use: apprenticeship. Not model, not workshop, apprenticeship. The difference between an apprenticeship and a workshop is that I will sit here and take only one [...]
“Yet the collective life, which is also us, shimmers on.” Mark Doty
Posted in Absence, Art, Bennington, Books, Building, Community, Faith, Family, Fiction, Gratitude, Grief, Hope, Irish, Journey, Language, Liam Rector, Life, Loss, Poetry, Prayer, Ritual, Stories, Students, Teachers, The Beautiful Work, Transitions, Truth, Work, Writing, tagged Abence, Art, Bennington, Books, Building, Community, Faith, Family, Fiction, Gratitude, Grief, Hope, Irish, Journey, Language, Liam Rector, Life, Loss, Poetry, Prayer, Ritual, Stories, Students, Teachers, The Beautiful Work, Transitions, Truth, Work, Writing on July 24, 2008 | Leave a Comment »
“All attempts to console ourselves, I believe, are doomed, because the world is more complicated than we are. Our explanations will fail, but it is our human work to make them.”
from “Souls on Ice” by Mark Doty
I just completed an essay, about my father. It is a draft, so incredibly far from finished, more incredibly [...]
My Father Is a Retired Magician
Posted in Absence, Art, Bennington, Books, Building, Community, Family, Fiction, Friendship, Gratitude, Grief, Hope, Journey, Language, Liam Rector, Life, Loss, Poetry, Prayer, Ritual, Stories, Students, Teachers, The Beautiful Work, Thresholds, Transitions, Truth, Work, Writing, tagged Absence, Art, Bennington, Books, Building, Community, Family, Fiction, Friendship, Gratitude, Grief, Hope, Journey, Language, Liam Rector, Life, Loss, Poetry, Prayer, Stories, Students, Teachers, The Beautiful Work, Thresholds, Transitions, Truth, Work, Writing on July 23, 2008 | Leave a Comment »
My Father Is a Retired Magician
by Ntozake Shange
(for ifa, p.t., & bisa)
my father is a retired magician
which accounts for my irregular behavior
everythin comes outta magic hats
or bottles wit no bottoms & parakeets
are as easy to get as a couple a rabbits
or 3 fifty cent pieces/ 1958
my daddy retired from magic & took
up another trade cuz [...]
When my dead father comes to visit
Posted in Absence, Bennington, Books, Building, Community, Faith, Family, Fiction, Gratitude, Grief, Hope, Irish, Journey, Language, Liam Rector, Life, Loss, Prayer, Ritual, Stories, Thresholds, Transitions, Truth, Writing, tagged Absence, Bennington, Boos, Building, Community, Faith, Family, Fiction, Gratitude, Hope, Irish, Journey, Language, Liam Rector, Life, Loss, Prayer, Ritual, Stories, Thresholds, Transitions, Truth, Writing on July 21, 2008 | 2 Comments »
from Don’t Let Me Be Lonely [There was a time]
by Claudia Rankine
Every movie I saw while in the third grade compelled me to ask, Is he dead? Is she dead? Because the characters often live against all odds it is the actors whose mortality concerned me. If it were an old, black-and-white film, whoever was [...]
I dreamt a white horse
Posted in Absence, Art, Bennington, Books, Building, Community, Faith, Family, Fiction, Friendship, Gratitude, Grief, Hobos, Hope, Journey, Language, Liam Rector, Life, Loss, Poetry, Prayer, Ritual, Stories, Students, Teachers, The Beautiful Work, Transitions, Truth, Twenty dollar bills, Work, Writing, tagged Absence, Art, Bennington, Books, Building, Community, Faith, Family, Fiction, Friendship, Gratitude, Grief, Hobos, Hope, Journey, Language, Liam Rector, Life, Loss, Poetry, Prayer, Ritual, Stories, Students, Teachers, The Beautiful Work, Transitions, Truth, Twenty dollar bills, Work, Writing on July 15, 2008 | 2 Comments »
I dreamt a friend on a white horse, all speed and laughter, so much laughter. Bide your time, he said, this is not the one. Then he lit a cigarette and grinned.
Horse’s Adventure
by Jason Bredle
The horse discovered a gateway to another
dimension, and with nothing else to do, moseyed
into it just for grins, and man, [...]
“Here is no water but only rock” T.S. Eliot
Posted in Absence, Anger, Art, Bennington, Building, Community, Faith, Fiction, Friendship, Gratitude, Grief, Hope, Journey, Language, Liam Rector, Life, Loss, Poetry, Prayer, Ritual, Stories, Students, Teachers, The Beautiful Work, Thresholds, Truth, Work, Writing, tagged Absence, Anger, Art, Bennington, Building, Community, Faith, Fiction, Friendship, Gratitude, Grief, Hope, Journey, Language, Liam Rector, Life, Loss, Poetry, Prayer, Ritual, Stories, Students, Teachers, The Beautiful Work, Thresholds, Truth, Work, Writing on July 9, 2008 | Leave a Comment »
From “What the Thunder Said”
by T. S. Eliot
After the torchlight red on sweaty faces
After the frosty silence in the gardens
After the agony in stony places
The shouting and the crying
Prison and place and reverberation
Of thunder of spring over distant mountains
He who was living is now dead
We who were living are now dying
With a little patience
Here is [...]
“I Belong There” by Mahmoud Darwish
Posted in Absence, Art, Bennington, Building, Community, Faith, Family, Fiction, Friendship, Gratitude, Hobos, Hope, Irish, Journey, Language, Liam Rector, Life, Loss, Poetry, Prayer, Ritual, Stories, Students, Teachers, The Beautiful Work, Thresholds, Transitions, Truth, Twenty dollar bills, Work, Writing, tagged Absence, Art, Bennington, Building, Community, Faith, Family, Fiction, Friendship, Gratitude, Hobos, Hope, Irish, Journey, Language, Liam Rector, Life, Loss, Poetry, Prayer, Ritual, Stories, Students, Teachers, The Beautiful Work, Thresholds, Transitions, Truth, Twenty dollar bills, Work, Writing on July 4, 2008 | Leave a Comment »
I Belong There
by Mahmoud Darwish
Translated by Carolyn Forché and Munir Akash
I belong there. I have many memories. I was born as everyone is born.
I have a mother, a house with many windows, brothers, friends, and a prison cell
with a chilly window! I have a wave snatched by seagulls, a panorama of my own.
I have a [...]
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