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Friday, January 31, 2014
Last day at Richardson...
My last day at the William S. Richardson School of Law. I will miss the whole crew. They are the best group of people that I've worked with in a long time!
Monday, January 27, 2014
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Sunday, January 26, 2014
Another light poem to a colleague who makes awesome lumpias...
If there be saints in the pantheon of digestion,
Violeta's lumpias would be canonized without question.
Whatever the filling, savory or sweet,
my greater sin is in how many I eat.
Violeta, 12 at one sit, is my confession.
Violeta's lumpias would be canonized without question.
Whatever the filling, savory or sweet,
my greater sin is in how many I eat.
Violeta, 12 at one sit, is my confession.
A light goodbye poem to an admin assistant at work...
Dared only in Navajo code,
to the axis of power, a most celestial ode,
though a bouquet is not quite telling --
and roses not Machiavellian
enough gratitude for a thorny stem bestowed,
best to genuflect with wilting glower.
to the axis of power, a most celestial ode,
though a bouquet is not quite telling --
and roses not Machiavellian
enough gratitude for a thorny stem bestowed,
best to genuflect with wilting glower.
Short poem by Paul Celan...
TO STAND, in the shadow
of a scar in the air.
Stand-for-no-one-and-nothing.
Unrecognized,
for you
alone.
With all that has room within it,
even without
language.
From Celan's Atemwende, trans. by John Felstiner (a professor of mine at Stanford)
of a scar in the air.
Stand-for-no-one-and-nothing.
Unrecognized,
for you
alone.
With all that has room within it,
even without
language.
From Celan's Atemwende, trans. by John Felstiner (a professor of mine at Stanford)
Saturday, January 25, 2014
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