Intellectual Promiscuity—Letter to the Reserved Christian

A Poem by John Donne
  HYMN TO GOD, MY GOD, IN MY SICKNESS. By John Donne SINCE I am coming to that Holy room, Where, with Thy choir of saints for evermore, I shall be made Thy music ; as I come I tune the instrument here at the door, And what I must do then, think here before ;   Whilst my physicians by their love are grown Cosmographers, and I their map, who lie Flat on this bed, that

Midterm and a Grudge
Welcome back to ER. Well I just got back from class—I took a midterm. …sigh I don’t think I did very well. There was a story or drama that the teacher handed out when I went “missing.” I think I did somewhat OK. I did answer some of the answers about certain poems that I did read. I had to read an entire drama—well, not entirely the whole thing—and it really consumed most of my testing time. Anyway, so this story was interesting. The drama is actually a famous drama, called “Trifle.” It’s about the differences between women and men. Women are contrasted from men as concerned more for trifles than with the stoicism and import of

A Poem I wrote—She
Here’s a bit of a snafu. I haven’t really written on poetry for a while, mainly because I’ve been concentrating on theology. There are reasons for that, one being that no one really reads my stuff. But I do it for me. I like to write about literature and poetry. She In the green pale of a silent morn In that coffee shop I on table repose Forward to see her face   Carrying a slight of smile Her son there crying for a while I spoke to break her

Richard Dawkins’ Blasphemes
…And then the fire came down and scorched Dr. Dawkins in the ass for his blasphemy. HAHA!

Poem—“She”
Here’s a bit of a snafu. I haven’t really written on poetry for a while, mainly because I’ve been concentrating on theology. There are reasons for that, one being that no one really reads my stuff. But I do it for me. I like to write about literature and poetry. She In the green pale of a silent morn In that coffee shop I table repose Forward to see her face Carrying a slight of smile Her son there crying for a while I spoke to br