‘You cannot cage the minute / Within its nets of gold’.
The Sunlight On The Garden Poem by Louis Macneice – Poem Hunter
‘You cannot cage the minute / Within its nets of gold’.
The Sunlight On The Garden Poem by Louis Macneice – Poem Hunter
Book Title Poetry pic.twitter.com/HRchdqOV3Z
— Kenny Pieper (@kennypieper) May 9, 2020
Very cool indeed Kenny, I’ve done spine stories: photo of a pile of books with my class, & I think #ds106
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RFID Machines in British Libraries Are Producing Charming Found Poetry
Which is pretty wonderful and I saw in @katexic newsletter
Some IndieWeb pennies dropped when I poked around the source of this post, . My learning style (;-)) is not read and understand the manual I am afraid.
I am not doing deep work, just trying to teach online. Despite the fact I am fairly tech literate with a good connection and no children at home I am finding things really time and head space consuming. I’d be in an even worse place if I didn’t get amazing support from my wife.
fish. A vegetable.
One of Teju Cole’s takes on Flaubert’s Dictionary of Received Ideas In Place of Thought
“We’re noticing more students shutting off video feed in gatherings ... all sorts of possible reasons but students grappling with the visibility of poverty is the one I worry about the most, as well as who gets ‘seen and valued’ in Distance Learning settings ... #nwp #clmooc”
This is interesting in the context of @GlowScot
decision not to support pupil video in conferences. #glowscot
Park Birds, I am pretty sure there is a “duck’s back” joke on the second one.
Get Drunk
…So as not to feel Time’s horrible burden that breaks your shoulders and bows you down, you must get drunk without ceasing.
But what with? With wine, with poetry, or with virtue, as you choose. But get drunk.
Baudelaire trans M. Hamburger