In my classroom today I overheard a student say she only liked “THAT kind of poetry”; I went over (they were supposed to be discussing the comparison papers they’re working on) and asked what kind she meant. “You know, the kind with rhyme and meter.”
On the bike bus this morning I heard some middle school kids railing against AI—and now I see this from my wise colleague and her wise students. Heartening!
Glad our trip to Brooklyn to help our son move out of his apartment coincided with the knicks’ victory. We ended up standing around a pet food store that had set up a tv on the sidewalk. Community!
Thrilled to have a few poems in Paradoxa, a new anthology from Solid Food Press; my copy arrived yesterday from BC and is a model of the bookmaker's art, beautifully printed and handbound:
Recipe (h/t my 9th gr. students): Preheat the desire to fit in; ... add 1C loneliness, 1 childhood bff, 1/2C trauma/hardship and societal limitations; ...1/2C hope, 3/4T antagonist; move from old world to new, use mentor to stir, add community to taste, bake until happy ending.
Eric Colburn
Eric Colburn
Eric Colburn
Eric Colburn
The community garden plot/dacha is coming along!
RIP Marjane Satrapi, whose book I just saw on my bookshelf with an odd assortment of other excellent volumes:
