So glad you have signed up to receive the For Random Learning Comes Newsletter! This is the sixty-seventh edition.
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Previous editions can be found on the blog's Newsletter page. I send it out weekly, so if you don't get my email on Saturday morning, please let me know! (Check your junk and spam folders too.)
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My five latest posts are at the end of this newsletter, latest first.
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I somehow failed to send this out on the seventh and I'm just now discovering my error. So we have a Monday newsletter for a change.
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It's just as well that my timing is off, since I plan to be out of commission during the month of November while I attempt yet again to participate, at least informally, in NaNoWriMo, National Novel Writing Month. Perhaps this time I will produce the requisite 50,ooo words. You'll be the first to know!
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This week's poem is a writer's lament, in this case a writer of rhymes. He or she feels very passé in an age of media and fast moving entertainment. Mere words that sound good together do not get much attention, today. Contrary to fashion, the poem rhymes. Of course.
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Hope you enjoy it, and that it does not discourage you from putting pen to paper or fingers to keyboard. We must not allow fashion, no matter how seemingly entrenched, to dictate what we do!
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Thanks again for your continued readership and support. It means a lot to me.
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The links below will take you to the five most recent posts.
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The blue logo takes you to the homepage. The section on English Majors has the most recent stuff.
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Unpalatable
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This poem sets forth the dismay of a poet who writes in rhyme, in an age when few appreciate it.
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Teacher's Pet
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This poem describes the storm created by the confluence of two personalities at cross purposes
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Historic
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This poem recounts sights and sounds on an early morning walk through an historic neighborhood on the St John's River in Jacksonville, Florida.
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Free Speech
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This schizophrenic poem urges writers to be bold, praises free speech, calls on us to be more circumspect in what we say, and demands we drown out those we disagree with.
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Black Diamond
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In this poem an enthusiastic conductor encourages a passenger on his funicular as it groans up the mountain to a most challenging ski run.
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