life

the archivist January 23, 2023

Wisdom Sara Teasdale It was a night of early spring, The winter-sleep was scarcely broken; Around us shadows and the wind Listened for what was never spoken. Though half a score of years are gone, Spring comes as sharply now as then— But if we had it all to do It would be done the […]

the archivist April 23, 2021

The Far Field Theodore Roethke I. I dream of journeys repeatedly: Of flying like a bat deep into a narrowing tunnel, Of driving alone, without luggage, out a long peninsula, The road lined with snow-laden second growth, A fine dry snow ticking the windshield, Alternate snow and sleet, no on-coming traffic, And no lights behind, […]

the archivist November 19, 2015

Working in higher education, I deal with helicopter parents and lawnmower parents on a daily basis now. Overparenting is an incredible disservice to children and young adults. Not only do they experience setbacks, negative feedback, and garden-variety frustrations of life as insurmountable failures and barriers, they often lack the savvy to safeguard themselves from actual […]

the archivist August 3, 2015

I thought, on the train, how utterly we have forsaken the Earth, in the sense of excluding it from our thoughts. There are but few who consider its physical hugeness, its rough enormity. It is still a disparate monstrosity, full of solitudes & barrens & wilds. It still dwarfs & terrifies & crushes. The rivers […]

the archivist May 9, 2015

The End Mark Strand   Not every man knows what he shall sing at the end, Watching the pier as the ship sails away, or what it will seem like When he’s held by the sea’s roar, motionless, there at the end, Or what he shall hope for once it is clear that he’ll never […]

the archivist October 30, 2014

Our deeds still travel with us from afar, and what we have been makes us what we are. –George Eliot, Middlemarch I carried an undeveloped roll of film with me, through moves to no less than 11 houses and apartments, for at least 12 years. I had shot it with a cheap hand-me-down Vivitar camera, […]

the archivist December 3, 2013

Po prostu Julia Hartwig Na wszystko przyjdzie pora Ale nie przyjdzie czas wskrzeszenia pierwszych nadziei i pierwszych miłości ani utrwalenia w słowach tego co przebiega ci przez głowę jak wiatr i bywa przeczuciem jakiejś ważnej prawdy lecz umyka tak szybko jakoby swawoliło Przychodzi jednak nieodwołalnie pora kiedy po kolei tracić zaczynasz wszystko co kochałeś i […]

the archivist September 24, 2013

  Twigs –Taha Muhammad Ali Neither music, fame, nor wealth, not even poetry itself, could provide consolation for life’s brevity, or the fact that King Lear is a mere eighty pages long and comes to an end, and for the thought that one might suffer greatly on account of a rebellious child. My love for […]