The Golden Age and the Silver Girl – Tyler Lyle

We were young and we were free
Nothing worried me
And you were sad and I was wild
But I thought I sensed a smile
And I thought I could make you happy

But I’m so tired of ideals
Honey do just what you feel
I think it’s enough to feel the fire

Well I’m hungry and I’m bold
And I’ll swallow you up whole
Pretty lady show your teeth

I’ll arrive one day, well dressed and half awake
With improved diction, quoting European fiction
I’ll arrive one day to a silence in the world
I’ll miss the golden age and the silver girl


All I feel comi…

All I feel coming off of my students is fear. That if you slip up in school, if you get one bad grade, if you make one fucking mistake, the great train of wealth will leave you behind. And that’s the logic of accreditation. If you’re at Yale, you’re in the smartest 1% in the world. […] And the brightest students in the world are learning in fear. I feel it rolling off of you in waves. But you can’t learn when you’re afraid. You cannot be transformed when you are afraid.

Junot Diaz, from a recent speech at Yale

TMIM: Snack Food Version

Dear readers,

Please ignore the fact that it is Tuesday.  Tuesday night to be exact.  IT’S BEEN LESS THAN 24 HOURS SINCE MONDAY ENDED, OKAY.


My significant other-other arrived from out of state on Friday night to celebrate homecoming with me.  We were the most attractive couple at the homecoming dance.  Everyone said so.  (Well, I said so.  So that counts.)

Sunday night, while he was still here, gosh darn it, I basically pulled an all-nighter finishing a research paper.  I’m still not sure it’s up to par, but at least it’s done.  And I suddenly had a lull today.  Literally nothing going on academically/socially speaking.  Tonight I have a meeting with the student government, and tomorrow is auditions for Romeo and Juliet!  You’d think I would know better after my exhausting brush with theatre earlier this semester, but nope.

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This could be me this spring!  Ha ha, no.

In any case I also have a meeting on Thursday with the good people at SPLASH, a program which lets college students teach whatever their hearts desire to local high schoolers on one glorious spring Saturday.  Last year I taught two courses: one about hemorrhagic fevers and one about poetry.  My two greatest loves!  You think I’m kidding.

Anyway I’d really like to teach those courses again, but I know I am not the best teacher and in fact I think I may have bored the poor things.  Oh well, at least I got a free T-shirt out of it.

Need free labor?  Just advertise that you’re handing out a bunch of old t-shirts and you’ll have more college students than you know what to do with.

It turns out that my dorm room is getting upgraded next semester to a suite, which means a couple square inches extra room and private bathroom.  HALLELUJAH.

Also, does anyone know what freaking happens in Bleak House?  I have absolutely no idea.  Well, I know a little bit but definitely not as much as I should, it being a classic literary work and all.  I feel like my tolerance for non-scientific literature has decreased somewhat …

Well, off to the meeting!  You all have a good week now, you hear?

And here’s a beautiful picture of sushi so you all can suffer as much as I am.  I love this stuff and want some now.  Right now.  AHEM, PERSONAL SERVANT???

“Before Dawn on Bluff Road” – August Kleinzahler

The crow’s raw hectoring cry
scoops clean an oval divot
of sky, its fading echo
among the oaks and poplars swallowed
first by a jet banking west
then the Erie-Lackawanna
sounding its horn as it comes through the tunnel
through the cliffs to the river
and around the bend of King’s Cove Bluff,
full of timber, Ford chassis, rock salt.

You can hear it in the dark
from beyond what was once the amusement park.
And the wind carries along as well,
from down by the river,
when the tide’s just so,
the drainage just so,
the chemical ghost of old factories,
the rotted piers and warehouses:
lye, pigfat, copra from Lever Bros.,
formaldehyde from the coffee plant,
dyes, unimaginable solvents—
a soup of polymers, oxides,
tailings fifty years old
seeping through the mud, the aroma
almost comforting by now, like food,
wafting into my childhood room
with its fevers and dreams.
My old parents asleep,
only a few yards across the hall,
door open—lest I cry?
I remember
almost nothing of my life.

“Forever Young” – Bob Dylan

May God bless and keep you always
May your wishes all come true
May you always do for others
And let others do for you
May you build a ladder to the stars
And climb on every rung
May you stay forever young.

May you grow up to be righteous
May you grow up to be true
May you always know the truth
And see the lights surrounding you
May you always be courageous
Stand upright and be strong
May you stay forever young.

May your hands always be busy
May your feet always be swift
May you have a strong foundation
When the winds of changes shift
May your heart always be joyful
And may your song always be sung
May you stay forever young.