Well, here I am. I am sitting at my desk, in my office. There are a lot of sloppy seconds around me. A lot. The place is kind of a mess. But this corner, right by the ET of POETRY, now POETR, is mine. I had to take down the hand written copy of The Red Wheelbarrow, a poem I hate, and some quote by C.S. Lewis about how prayer just gushes out of him all the time and he can't help it.
I've found a lot of Tom Whalen's papers. He gave good feedback. I'll have to let him know there are a lot of student papers here still and see what he'd like to do about them.
I'm listening to Mozart's Requiem. It is time to work on my syllabus. I have a lot of ground to cover.