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Ode to Al (aka Pennsylvania Professor of the Year as declared by the Carnegie Foundation for the Advancement of Teaching and the Council for the Advancement and Support of Education)
the ghost of WCW ignites the Paterson Falls, pouring moonlight in turbulent eddys' cracks, mingling daytime and night time impressions. I stand still soaked, immersed in alumverse memories tasting, sniffing, breathing hard, and glistening in a dolphin skin suit, still and always in fashion. It was not always so. Before the Baronness and Joe was the Stoicism of lonely New Criticism Unlit by the Window side of the room Warmed only by the wild winds of righteous demon- strations Memories of turmoil that froze forever on Graduation. Here, though came rebirth, continuity, Suddenly e-mail became Not a tool, But a medium- Stress gizmo for plugging in, Lifeblood, thick gooey poems oozing Hot magma all were allowed to taste Unembarrassed, embraced Bubbling again from the cracks Joining in with others reading. Crooning, communing. Mud-bath balm for arthritic bones of world-weary once-freshmen My God! May it go on forever!!!!!
Cheers to all,
-Leon |