Regardless of the course title, I try to read a poem aloud at the beginning of
every class I teach. Some of my college freshmen love this, but most probably
don’t. Like
“Every real thing is a joy, if only you have eyes and ears to relish it, a nose
and tongue to taste it.” — The Supper of the Lamb
I remember the cooking that
Once a year at St. John’s College in Santa Fe, Image’s Glen Workshop gathers
writers, poets, painters, photographers and artists to a place of respite, an
extended Sabbath, where creativity is
The stream seems like something that could have only begun as a joke, but in
fact, it didn’t. The webcam which streams a roundabout in the sleepy suburban
town of Purmerend in
Andrew McCall Smith notes,
> “Regular maps have few surprises: their contour lines reveal where the Andes
are, and are reasonably clear. More precious, though, are the unpublished maps
we make of ourselves,