Tom Petty’s “Learning to Fly,” to be exact. Is there a certain song that reminds you of a certain place? I feel like some songs just sound like a place. Like, the song just fits. I read something once that said music exemplifies what we can’t put into words. Some places you visit just can’t be … More Learning to Fly
I posted an item a while ago expounding on why I feel poetry should be considered literature. Obviously, that still stands. So, I thought I’d write a post about one of my favorite poems. Now, originally, I wrote a bunch of bullet-point ideas on sticky notes one day about this poem, eventually intending on writing a … More Finding Oneself
If I were to ask what “tradition” means to you, what do you think you’d say? I feel like, in theory, “tradition” would be the same for everyone. Take its base meaning: a customary pattern of thought or behavior, or the handing down of information, beliefs, and customs. But, despite the fact that this word … More Tradizione, Attempt No. 1
Yes, I consider poetry literature. Generally, when I think of “literature,” I think of the greats or classics, such as Frankenstein, Dickens’ works, Jane Eyre (which, admittedly, I haven’t read), and others of the like. I think of novels with substance, novels that make you think, novels that dredge up – in this underhanded way – something … More Poetry is Lit(erature)
There’s a feeling. There’s definitely a feeling. You feel this feeling as soon as you step off the plane. What I love about the Honolulu airport is that there are parts that are open air – you walk through the bustling terminals, not even glancing at where the other flights are headed because, well, you’re … More Catch Flights … and Maybe Some Feelings …
It’s officially fall. I guess I’m partially “basic”: I love anything pumpkin, pumpkin spice, whathaveyou. Sorrynotsorry, it just tastes really good. And you know it’s no longer summer when I officially break out my scarves and sweaters. I think I’ve written about this before, but although I hate the cold (“detest” is actually a more … More Fall Musings
I think the buildings in New York are actually meant to serve as wind tunnels. I think that’s the real reason they were built so high – to blow people along at the pace the city demands. There’s nothing like it. Normally, I’d say, “To each his own.” But no. New York is non-negotiable. Okay, … More … And a Giant Marshmallow.