Saturday, July 2, 2016

All we were; Why only a C; Last night I had the strangest dream; For my young friends; Misc. photos,

Friedens we were all friends

and from this connection, Friedens, a union was struck
that lasted 33 years so far 

and next produces a union for
a son-in-law and daughter so dear...

July 3rd at Rochester WI
Erin and Ben


 Let's have another cup of coffee


To the Student Who Asked Why He Earned a "C" on an Essay about Love
by Clint Margrave

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Because love has its own grammar,
its own sentences,
some that run-on too long,
others just fragments.
It uses a language
not always appropriate
or too informal,
and often lacks clarity.
Love is punctuated all wrong,
changes tenses abruptly,
relies heavily
on the first person,
can be redundant,
full of unnecessary repetition.
Every word is compounded.
Every phrase, transitional.
Love doesn’t always know the difference
between lie and lay,
its introductions sometimes
lack a well-developed thesis,
its claims go unfounded,
its ad-hominem attacks
call in question
its authority.
With a style that’s inconsistent,
a voice either too critical
or too passive,
love is a rough draft
in constant need of revision,
whose conclusion
rarely gives any sense
of closure,
or reveals the lingering
possibilities of a topic
that always expects high praise,
and more often than not
fails to be anything
but average.

"To the Student Who Asked Why He Earned a 'C' on an Essay about Love" by Clint Margrave from Salute the Wreckage. © NYQ Books, 2016

Last night I had the strangest dream



For My Young Friends Who Are Afraid
by William Stafford

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There is a country to cross you will
find in the corner of your eye, in
the quick slip of your foot—air far
down, a snap that might have caught.
And maybe for you, for me, a high, passing
voice that finds its way by being
afraid. That country is there, for us,
carried as it is crossed. What you fear
will not go away: it will take you into
yourself and bless you and keep you.
That’s the world, and we all live there.

"For My Young Friends Who Are Afraid" by William Stafford from The Way It Is: New and Selected Poems. © Graywolf Press, 1998


Misc. photos, old and new



Zep and D.