0930 by Jeff Hess
When we understand how poetry works, we understand, in some way, how people work. — A Way With Words IV: Understanding Poetry by Michael D.C. Drout, professor of English, Wheaton College.
Who cares if I learn this? What difference will memorizing this make in my life? Where will anyone ever actually ask me to do this? When do you think I”ll ever have to use this in the real world? Why do I have to study this? How in the world is knowing who his captain was/what sine theta squared plus cosine theta squared is equal to, relevant to me? Such are the perennial whines of high school students toiling under the brutal regimes of evil teachers filling vast expanses of white boards with 19th century American poetry and trigonometric equivalencies. And while the students pule about the time lost for social or electronic diversions, they don”t understand that their universal biological clocks are ticking and they have maybe 10 or at most 15 years before their brains fossilize and the odds against them having an original thought fade toward infinity. Continue Reading »
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0630 by Jeff Hess
I could never bring myself to forward all the email jokes, cartoons and other Internet comedy that land in my inbox. But then I started posting the ones my dad sends me. Judging from my comments and emails, my dad has become one of my greatest blogging assets. So for your morning blog chuckle I present: From My Dad.
THE ZEN OF SARCASM:
Always remember that you’re unique. Just like everyone else.
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0030 by Jeff Hess
Found in my electronic chapbook.
Thus words have no essential meaning.
They are means of locomotion.
From backward to forward
Along an infinite horizontal plane,
Created by the history which they
themselves destroy.
They are the makers of our only reality
The backward-forward working of the web
The movement into the web.
p. 32
From Echoing Silence: Thomas Merton on the Vocation of Writing edited by Robert Inchausti.
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0630 by Jeff Hess
I could never bring myself to forward all the email jokes, cartoons and other Internet comedy that land in my inbox. But then I started posting the ones my dad sends me. Judging from my comments and emails, my dad has become one of my greatest blogging assets. So for your morning blog chuckle I present: From My Dad.
THE ZEN OF SARCASM:
Don’t be irreplaceable. If you can’t be replaced, you can’t be promoted.
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2130 by Jeff Hess
[This story was written on 13 August. JH]
Roldo Bartimole writes:
Now is the time for those who believe Mayor Frank Jackson doesn”t meet the needs to be the Mayor Cleveland Needs. PREPARE. Not for election 2009 but for the next election in 2013.
I”m not kidding. It is a shame. Cleveland needs leadership now.
But this year”s election is over. We don”t need to count the votes.
The supposed lead opposition to Jackson for this election – former Councilman Bill Patmon – showed he wasn”t prepared to run with less than a month to go. He did that in an interview with Tom Beres, senior political reporter for Channel 3. Continue Reading »
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0630 by Jeff Hess
I could never bring myself to forward all the email jokes, cartoons and other Internet comedy that land in my inbox. But then I started posting the ones my dad sends me. Judging from my comments and emails, my dad has become one of my greatest blogging assets. So for your morning blog chuckle I present: From My Dad.
THE ZEN OF SARCASM:
It’s always darkest before dawn. So if you’re going to steal your neighbor’s newspaper, that’s the time to do it.
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0030 by Jeff Hess
Found in my electronic chapbook.
Most [people] are so averse to being alone, or to feeling alone, that they do everything they can to forget their solitude. How? Perhaps in large measure by what Pascal called “divertissement” – diversion, systematic distraction. p. 25
From Echoing Silence: Thomas Merton on the Vocation of Writing edited by Robert Inchausti.
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0630 by Jeff Hess
I could never bring myself to forward all the email jokes, cartoons and other Internet comedy that land in my inbox. But then I started posting the ones my dad sends me. Judging from my comments and emails, my dad has become one of my greatest blogging assets. So for your morning blog chuckle I present: From My Dad.
THE ZEN OF SARCASM:
The journey of a thousand miles begins with a broken fan belt and leaky tire.
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0030 by Jeff Hess
Found in my electronic chapbook.
Because of this tragic Promethean tendency to exploit every experience as material for “creation,” the artist may remain there all his life on the threshold, never entering into the banquet, but always running back into the street to tell the passers-by of the wonderful music he has heard coming from inside the palace of the king. p. 23
From Echoing Silence: Thomas Merton on the Vocation of Writing edited by Robert Inchausti.
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0630 by Jeff Hess
I could never bring myself to forward all the email jokes, cartoons and other Internet comedy that land in my inbox. But then I started posting the ones my dad sends me. Judging from my comments and emails, my dad has become one of my greatest blogging assets. So for your morning blog chuckle I present: From My Dad.
THE ZEN OF SARCASM:
Do not walk behind me, for I may not lead. Do not walk ahead of me, for I may not follow. Do not walk beside me either. Just pretty much leave me alone.
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0030 by Jeff Hess
Found in my electronic chapbook.
Unable fully to lose himself in God, doomed by the restlessness of talent to seek himself in the highest natural gift that God has given him, the artist falls from contemplation and returns to himself as artist. Instead of passing through his own soul in the abyss of the infinite actuality of God himself, he will remain there a moment, only to emerge again into the exterior world of multiple created things whose variety once more dissipates his energies until they are lost in perplexity and dissatisfaction. p. 22
From Echoing Silence: Thomas Merton on the Vocation of Writing edited by Robert Inchausti.
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