“Too often these days we end up setting up our courses in light of what we believe about our students and we end up not teaching them. At best, we end up housebreaking them ( Read more... )

I am still experimenting in life, and I don't like where I am. I'm noticing my self-delusions, wrapped around me and comfortably warm. I still experiment in truth, like Gandhi, but my more lasting and much more important experiment is selfishness. Truth, Love, Justice, Beauty, and Friendship are all capital letter Important. But lately, (and early ( Read more... )

I woke about a week ago, and told the darkness I was afraid of it. Not a declaration of courage, but admitting fear, cold blind overwhelming fear ( Read more... )

I need to wake up. I really woke up at 6:30, about 2 hours ago. Since then, I've sort of just been laying in my bed willing myself to sleep. It's not working. Here's a poem I found the other day ( Read more... )

I turn left. around the corner and down the steps, because that way is always empty. I'm not ready for my roommate just yet. I'm not ready to be around any people just yet ( Read more... )

It's amazing how fast the world spins. In the last analysis, there is no cage big enough or broken enough to hold all these widly wayward souls. And if you want a further truth, there is not even one cage big enough to hold not even one of those souls. So, if you ever wonder why you are so constantly battered, this is the reason. There is no ( Read more... )

Strength, ferocity, well-roundedness: these are the substance of my dreams. And as such, are the obsessions of my waking life. I desperately want to be effective as a person ( Read more... )

Doctor Manhattan: Thermo-dynamic miracles... events with odds against them so astronomical they're effectively impossible, like oxygen spontaneously becoming gold. I long to observe such a thing ( Read more... )

There is one thing you need to know about me. But first, It's important, I think, before I get that personal, to figure out who I'm really talking to. I mean who are you ? Are you an anonymous figure whose only connection to me is chance and a complex system of wires? I'd like to think not; otherwise, there's no rationale for me to bare my soul ( Read more... )

My skin is dark
a ruddy honey, perhaps?
but not dark enough
I will never understand the white world.

I walk most places
when early, when late, I simply sit
And walk again.
which makes a perpetual stranger
the enemy, a thing to be ignored
cross to the other side
whisper in hushed voices
but not hushed enough.
i will never understand white women.