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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So Close and Yet So Far
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This essay discusses the Semiquincentennial celebration and compares it with Fourths of Years gone by.
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Drawing
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A poem on redistricting, the drawing of new districts to serve the ruling party's political purposes, with the blessing of the Supreme Court and with enthusiasm unchecked by either the people's will nor the State's Constitutional provisions.
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Attempt
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A poem describing the swirling emotions on and offline provoked by the attempted assassination of President Trump at the dinner for the press. Caveat: I do not doubt the attempt on his life was real. P.S. The photo is an attempt at beauty.
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Approaching May 1st, 2026, Anniversary of The Great Fire, Jacksonville, FL
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A poem about a very dry spring in Florida which calls to mind the terrible fire which consumed Jacksonville early in the 20th century.
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Smiles
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This poem analyzes the loss of reputation of the US in the eyes of its closest allies, and the attitude it projects, about that loss.
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