In which Emma lazily allows The Facebooks to do her end-of-and-beginning-of-year-summations for her.
In which Emma blogs about fields, darkness, seas, the unconscious, Jung, Fulton, Dickinson (of course), and what poetry can really teach us.
In which Emma offers a good Nick Flynn poem and a series of bad puns.
In which Emma describes The Great Laundry Basket Battle of 2009 and talks a bit about just how amazing and awesome Doris Lessing is.
My grades are averaged and submitted, my presents are bought (if not stripped of their price tags and wrapped), and I’m allowing myself a few days of sugar highs and on-the-couch-reality-television stupor before getting back in the academic saddle and put the final touches on my syllabi for spring. I can hardly believe that this …