Whatever I take, I take too much or too little;
I do not take the exact amount. The exact amount
is no use to me.
—Antonio Porchia, Voices
Master, thank you
For showing us
All you have
To do is more
Or less than what
You want.
new old kid on the blog, with an occasional old or new poem written off the old writer's block
Friday, September 17, 2010
Tuesday, September 14, 2010
Zanna, Hello and Goodbye, 6.30 am
My friend,
The young Kurd who works
A daily twelve-hour shift
At the local service station,
Has been on duty long before daybreak,
But as my bicycle is not
An automobile
And thus needs nothing
But air, he remains
In his cubicle and continues
Listening to songs
Of the motherland. Still, I know
He keeps an eye out for me
For when I leave,
I see an upright hand
Waving in the air.
The young Kurd who works
A daily twelve-hour shift
At the local service station,
Has been on duty long before daybreak,
But as my bicycle is not
An automobile
And thus needs nothing
But air, he remains
In his cubicle and continues
Listening to songs
Of the motherland. Still, I know
He keeps an eye out for me
For when I leave,
I see an upright hand
Waving in the air.
Monday, September 13, 2010
Billy Gets Them Kids (and the Teach) "Ejucated"
And when that happens, it's enlightening
pandemonium!
pandemonium!
Saturday, September 11, 2010
Definitely Not Lemmings #23
I'm pleased to welcome Paul Martin as another Definitely Not Lemmings; Paul's well-written and intelligent posts focusing on but not limited to teaching and education can be found here.
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