Defendant, thus, becomes a name / Which he that bore it may disclaim
Marquette Law Celebrates National Poetry Month
Wartime Writing: “One day I will find the courage to rewrite it. I will speak as a witness.”
One day I will find the courage to rewrite it. I will speak as a witness. To how scary it is when air-raid sirens wail in the early morning on an ordinary Thursday. How I kept smiling while packing frantically, trying to signal to my son that I was not worried. The link is here: […]
On The Road (again)
Like Punxatawney Phil, there comes a time to stick one’s head out to figure out when it’s time to come above ground. This is that week for me. Time to get the road cases out of the closet and get back down the road. “Our battered suitcases were piled on the sidewalk again; we had […]
Happy Day, Theodor Giesel (Dr. Seuss)!
With a kind request that you all … Keep politics out of my childhood memories
Happy Day, Founder Thomas Paine!
“To argue with a man who has renounced the use and authority of reason, and whose philosophy consists in holding humanity in contempt, is like administering medicine to the dead, or endeavoring to convert an atheist by scripture.” Thomas Paine, writing in The American Crisis
Happy Day, Charles Dickens!
I only ask to be free. The butterflies are free. Mankind will surely not deny to Harold Skimpole what it concedes to the butterflies.
Happy Day, Lewis Carroll
I wonder if the snow loves the trees and fields, that it kisses them so quietly? And then it covers them up snug, you know, with a white quilt; and perhaps it says, “Go to sleep, darlings, til the summer comes again. Lewis Carroll
Happy Burns Supper
Ye ugly, creepin, blastit wonner, Detested, shunn’d by saunt an’ sinner, How daur ye set your fit upon her- Sae fine a lady? Gae somewhere else and seek your dinner On some poor body. History of Burns Supper
Any Colour You Like
Weeks ago, the frozen ground disappeared under accumulating sheets of ice and snow. Gelid winds are shaking the naked black arms of trees and driving fresh alabaster dust into the world. The sky is low, gray, dense, and threatening. Days like this are made for looping electronic samples and Thom Yorke’s forlorn wail, backed by […]
Take Me To The Bridge
James Brown took to the bridge. Robert Plant, too, was looking for the “confounded” bridge when Jimmy Page borrowed a James Brown riff on Led Zeppelin’s song, The Crunge. In music, a bridge represents a change that separates and connects the front and back ends of the song. For the listener, it adds variety and […]