New Dog, New Blog?

Carole went down to the Russell Rescue last weekend to pick up Dash, who will be our third JRT. Call it a weakness. We just love the little suckers. Speaking of weakness, I didn't even make a post last week to note the tenth year of this blog, or some version of it. I began in October following my Fulbright year in Vietnam in 2000 - 2001. It certainly has been a busy fall -- I'm serving on a couple of departmental committees as well as trying to organize a student trip to Vietnam for the spring, teaching a new course, and preparing to teach another new course next term in the Honors Program. But I've been busy before without going completely silent in this space. I've been doing mostly drawing and painting in my free time, moving toward some kind of quasi autobiographical approach to those media and that seems to have drained my desire to write about myself here, though of course I ought to still be interested, on e would think, in the ostensible purpose of this blog, which is writing about reading. Perhaps as fall diminishes and winter settles in, I will want to setting in the warm glow of a computer monitor more often. Or not: the wood stove has its attractions, however lacking in intellectual rigor.

Author: jd

Joseph Duemer is Professor of Literature Emeritus at Clarkson University in northern New York state. His most recent book of poems is Magical Thinking from Ohio State University Press. Since the mid-1990s he has spent a good deal of time in Vietnam, mostly Hanoi. He lives with his wife Carole & five terriers (four Jack Russells & one Patterdale) on the stony bank of the Raquette River in South Colton.

4 thoughts on “New Dog, New Blog?”

  1. Do you also publish your own poetry here? That will be one way to keep your blog going. One of my entries today was a very simple poem:

    “Fly to the Moon”

    We are too soft for the stone,
    too invasive, too fragile. When
    I was a little boy I used to
    think he could fly to the moon.

    1. I don’t usually publish my own poems — I tend to save them for “real,” which is to say, print, venues. It’s probably snobbish and old-fashioned, but I’m old enough that just sticking the poems out there on the internet seems like giving them away for free. Now, it’s not like I make much money — at least directly — from my poems, but they are a form of cultural capital that has translated into grants, promotions, etc. so they do have some value in the “real” world. I like your quatrain & was surprised by the very interesting & mysterious use of the pronoun “he” in the last line — I hope it’s not a typo for “we,” because I like bringing it back to “the little boy” the speaker once was.

  2. Yes, that was not a typo. I am impressed that you noticed. And thank you very much for visiting me.
    And I understand now why you don’t share your poetry here, makes sense to me.

    p.s. as a psych grad, my eyes still twitch when I hear about grants and grant writing.

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