An American Scholar: Adventure #4, An American Sentence: A Life in 17 Syllables

Sunday, March 11, 2012

Adventure #4, An American Sentence: A Life in 17 Syllables

(See "An Adventure a week . . ." for a description of this project)

Week of February 26

That straight lip wavered, maturing to frown, stuck for a breath to a tooth.

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Aim of this Blog

Purpose: In these posts I hope to avoid sounding like the scholar who growls from the growlery or vainly whistles among the pigeons whose crap has made the ivory tower so glaringly white. Instead, I intend this as a nod to Emerson's idea that the scholar "is all": someone who examines life and revels in the slop, the halting processes, and (hopefully) the occasional accomplishments of the mind (even when those accomplishments are either profoundly or playfully silly).

These posts will collect my efforts: the poems, short stories, paintings, and non-fiction I use to reflect upon my life and the works of those who continue to shape it. As you explore the ideas in these posts, I invite you to participate, suggesting topics, correcting mistakes, or adding to something I've begun. Overall, I hope to encourage a sense of community as we deeply (and playfully) explore myriad cultural phenomena and reflect upon what matters in life.

Disclaimer

Do not assume that anything you read here is autobiographical (even if you are sure it is) unless you take the time to sit with me over a beer or whiskey and have an intimate conversation. Remember that while art deals with life, life is not necessarily art. And if you are too young, a student, or otherwise compromised than you must assume everything I write is an egregious lie. But if you are one who cares, and are concerned about the truth, and its transience, than you know what I drink and where I live.

An American Scholar

Sunday, March 11, 2012

Adventure #4, An American Sentence: A Life in 17 Syllables

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