Wednesday, March 29, 2006

Tuesday, March 28, 2006

Junior Senior

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Thursday, March 16, 2006


My alma mater Wichita State won the Missouri Valley Conference and got into the NCAA Tournament for the first time since 1988. And then came out and dominated Seton Hall winning by 20 points. No matter what happens from here on out it has been a great season and a fun one to watch.

Sean Ogirri

Paul Miller

  • Shockers defeat Seton Hall
  • Wednesday, March 15, 2006


    "A soothsayer bids you beware of the Ides of March."

    -- Shakespeare

    Monday, March 13, 2006

    Audubon: A Vision

    Here's the first section to one of my favorite poems.

    Audubon: A Vision


    Was Not the Lost Dauphin


    Was not the last dauphin, though handsome was only
    Base-born and not even able
    To make a decent living, was only
    Himself, Jean Jacques, and his passion--what
    Is man but his passion?

    Eastward and over the cypress swamp, the dawn,
    Redder than meat, break;
    And the large bird,
    Long neck outthrust, wings crooked to scull air, moved
    In a slow calligraphy, crank, flat and black against
    The color of God’s blood spilt, as though
    Pulled by a string.

    It proceed across the inflamed distance.

    Moccasins set in hoar frost, eyes fixed on the bird,
    Thought: “On that sky it is black.”
    Thought: “In my mind it is white.”
    Thinking: “Ardea occidentalis, heron, the great one.”

    Dawn: his heart shook in the tension of the world.

    Dawn: and what is your passion?


    October: and the bear,
    Daft in the honey-light, yawns.

    The bear’s tongue, pink as a baby’s, out-crisps to the curled tip,
    It bleeds the black blood of blueberry.

    The teeth are more importantly white
    Than has ever been imagined.

    The bear feels his own fat
    Sweeten, like a drowse, deep to the bone.

    Bemused, above the fume of ruined blueberries,
    The last bee hums.

    The wings, like mica, glint
    In the sunlight.

    He leans on his gun. Thinks
    How thin is the membrane between himself and the world.

    --Robert Penn Warren