Education
All this agriculture,
all this muscling of nature
into geometric shapes,
whole academies devoted
to defining our resource needs,
preparing the soil, killing
the weeds. All the might
of industry brought to bear
through algorithms and
automation, big machines
that flatten and process
and restrain the chaotic
tendency of nature to mingle
and defend itself, to bloom
too soon and overgrow.
All of this careful measurement
of yields, all of this trading
of futures, all of this tampering
and modification toward
desirable traits, all of this
energy to bring them to market.
So the purpose of this blog is to be a space to practice creativity. I am currently using it as a place to record a single, unedited poem for each day in 2019. While I attempt to write everyday, I may not actually post daily. Instead, I will post poems as they are completed, but one for everyday of the year. Not sure I can make it, but we'll see. It's fun to try regardless :)
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Poem: January 21, 2026
Forecast Just suggest the possibility of snow on the horizon, and I become truly useless. The storm’s three days away and on a weekend, but ...
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Maintaining Some people won’t straighten their desks at the end of the day, but I do, most days, and I sweep the floor as well, ten to tw...
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To Sleep I think I’m looking forward. Who can say what’s going on? I sleep well enough. I’m comfortable, but I wake up from dreams that seem...
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Allegory of the Cave You open the door, and an alien is standing there, probably backlit, as those guys usually are– big head, long, pointy...
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