life

the archivist May 1, 2009

I know that sooner or later every white person threatens to move to Canada. And does not actually follow through. Well, I am not the type to move anywhere in protest, but if the circumstances arose, I think I would move to Canada. Though I doubt they would have me. Looking at this Canadian font, […]

the archivist June 30, 2006

I recite this to myself, every time I am on an airplane. AN IRISH AIRMAN FORESEES HIS DEATH W. B. Yeats I know that I shall meet my fate Somewhere among the clouds above; Those that I fight I do not hate, Those that I guard I do not love; My country is Kiltartan Cross, […]

the archivist June 29, 2006

Night Sara Teasdale Stars over snow And in the west a planet Swinging below a star– Look for a lovely thing and you will find it, It is not far– It will never be far.

the archivist April 22, 2006

The Waking Theodore Roethke I wake to sleep, and take my waking slow. I feel my fate in what I cannot fear. I learn by going where I have to go. We think by feeling. What is there to know? I hear my being dance from ear to ear. I wake to sleep, and take […]