Monthly Archives: June 2007

My Right Wrist Aches Like Hell, So Posting Is A Bit of A Problem

I just answered a ton of e-mails with one hand, and I’m writing this post with one hand.I need a blogging break. Do forgive me if I’m quiet for a bit. Powered by ScribeFire.

Stuck.

Not particularly thoughtful lately, I must admit, not thoughtful at all. Definitely the heat is getting to me – my parents never put the air conditioning on unless the house hits 85 degrees. I have got to get out of here.I had to put down an essay by Rousseau that I read about half of,

The Presidency and the Constitution, revisited

What is below are just glorified notes I made on what I’m reading currently: the article is “American Constitutionalism and the Virtue of Prudence,” by George Anastaplo, if you care. I sing what was lost and dread what was won,I walk in a battle fought over again,My king a lost king, and lost soldiers my

On Literary Blogs

Hmm. I suppose I should say that I’ve never gotten into literary blogs. Some involve reading groups, many discuss gossipy things about authors and the publishing industry, and all review books and god they’re all snobby. And being snobby isn’t a bad thing necessarily, but this is the kind of “snobby” where they will accuse

The Poet in Love: On "La Boheme"

Synopsis of the Opera In an apartment in Paris’ Latin Quarter reside four struggling intellectuals/artists: Rodolfo, a poet; Marcello, a painter; Schaunard, a musician; Colline, a philosopher. We begin in an apartment with only Rodolfo and Marcello at work, complaining about the cold. It is winter, and firewood is expensive. So Rodolfo willingly burns a

The Real Break-Up Is The Internal Crack-Up: On The Weakerthans’ "Left and Leaving"

Lyrics: My city’s still breathing, but barely it’s true Through buildings gone missing like teeth. Sidewalks are watching me think about you, Sparkled with broken glass. I’m back with scars to show. Back with the streets I know will never take me anywhere but here. Those stains in the carpet, this drink in my hand,

The Religion of Reason: On Mozart’s "The Magic Flute"

Synopsis of “The Magic Flute:” Tamino, a prince of an unknown realm, is saved by the minions of the Queen of the Night from a monster. She tells him to go save her daughter Pamina from Sarastro, who has abducted her. She tells him his reward will be Pamina’s hand in marriage. Tamino is accompanied

Meals (short story)

Meals The air was cold when we broke up. That night she had said she was never going to be ready to have children, and as she inhaled, I could see the twinkle in her eyes, the twinkle I used to love, die out. I walked back from the restaurant when it was just beginning

Bored. Can’t Concentrate.

Every time I’m online, I feel like there is something that needs to be done. Usually that means getting a great post up, or finding new poems or articles, or replying to e-mails and whatnot, and all of that does happen.Nowadays the key feeling is that whatever has to happen on here I can’t do.This

Investment (a poem)

Investment 6.07.2007 For Henry Midgley Some fathers obsess over numbers. And when all comes tumbling down, There is only an echo of restraint, A dictate unfavored, A moral that isn’t. Others know to invest. And it is risky. What defines a child Is luxury taken for granted; the cries Emitted for privilege; perhaps also The