We are hearing and reading lot about of powerful men in the news these days. Our president for one, and the many men who support him. These men admire and are drawn to other men. Men with guns and men with money. Or with both. And of course, men with oil.
Then there are interruptions of that power. Angela Merkel visiting the Auschwitz death camp and reminding Germans that there is no way around that history. Our own Nancy Pelosi
Continue reading… "It’s a Man’s Life… or is it?"
As our editors prepare to launch the latest issue of SHARK REEF, perhaps you are doing what I am doing. I’m reading the Mueller Report. Perhaps like me, you are trying to imagine what Robert Mueller and his team were thinking as they pored through thousands of documents, emails and text messages and as they engaged in countless interviews with individuals who ranged from clueless to highly incompetent. And like me, maybe you too are guessing what names and addresses, what actions and deliberations, lurk behind the black blocks marked HARM TO INVESTIGATION and GRAND JURY.
Continue reading… "Literary Language, Interpretation and Practice"
“Who decides what is good writing?” I asked my Composition students at Edmonds Community College this past fall.
We traded ideas. In the end, the answer was:
Us. We decide what is good.
That’s exactly right.
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What better moment in our profoundly messed up time to quote Richard III? Shakespeare can really write about dysfunctional regimes. I find myself thinking about the plays that focus on the rot at the top: Richard the III of course, but also Hamlet, King Lear, and even Measure for Measure, where a predatory puritanical ruler tries to blackmail a beautiful novice into having sex with him. A lot of Shakespeare sounds familiar to me right now.
Continue reading… "The Winter of our (Dis)content"
The cousin has gone inside
Continue reading… "Outside alone at night for the first time (Seattle, 1960)"
For some reason. She is my only
Relative who is my age that
I know about and I trust her
Because she knows about grass