Jay Thompson
See You Around!
Thank you, Kenyon, for a high platform, sharp talk, and a stupefying number of good memories. It’s been two years this week and now seems like a good time to say goodbye. I’ve been thrilled to meet the weekly challenge…
Love on the Installment Plan
The question is which words change the environment and which describe it. My friends’ toddler says “mama to pick you up” when she’s tired (she’s answering the question “do you want mama to pick you up?”) and kisses parked motorcycles…
Essence, Sense, Tense and Pretense
Like a lot of poets, I become ill at ease when I start to read too far out of my specialty: within my interests, I mean, but out of the range of ideas and ways of seeing I feel any…
If You Got Here By Googling ???Nomological Holism’ I Love You
The first sentence of my last month of columns at this blog is: What is it about winter bike rides, in that battered green pre-dawn color it gets out? Those screeching garbage trucks, bakery smells, trees shot full of whatever…
The Best of All Possible Worlds
I was sitting on a bench at Madison Park Beach, watching one seagull on the shore spread its wings above another to either fight or woo, thinking about materialism. I spent the first half of college as a bitter nerd:…
