The Modern and Contemporary Poetry Course, better known as ModPo, led by Prof. Al Filreis and his enlightened TA team, from the University of Pennsylvania, started September 10, 2012. Since beginning the course, not only have I become obsessed with it (I’ve been ‘squeezing’ it in everywhere as Prof. Filreis extolled us to do inContinue reading ““The Way” ModPo Changed My Facebook Posts”
Category Archives: Obsessions
The First Poets of Babel Meeting! (…was 3 months ago!)
Four months and 16 days later, the first meeting of Poets of Babel has finally taken place and it was amazing. We were only 7, but then again 7 is the number of perfection. Ira, a Russian Israeli and Hebrew teacher arrived first. I met Ira at Hillel House in 2008 when I made myContinue reading “The First Poets of Babel Meeting! (…was 3 months ago!)”
Merħba to Poets of Babel
I believe in messages from the universe. At least over a year ago, I decided that I wanted to start a poetry club. Then, I did nothing…until today. Last Thursday, I met with two of the most awesome people I know, Marc, a former break dancer/polyglot MC turned design engineer and Nadine, a jeweler whoContinue reading “Merħba to Poets of Babel”
The Lamppost
Aside from maps and clocks and compasses, I also love lampposts. A clock is time; the human obsession of how much of it is left before we die, how it won’t wait, the only thing we can’t buy. A map is location or dislocation, finding your way or acknowledging you are lost, lost but lookingContinue reading “The Lamppost”
Tower of Babel Collage
So…I am obsessed with the Tower of Babel. I’m not 100% sure why, although it’s clear to me that this obsession relates to my love of languages. But it’s not just the love of speaking languages or even hearing them, but just seeing the text of another language sends me into an irrationally ecstaticContinue reading “Tower of Babel Collage”
I Was Told that I was Haunted
I was told that I was haunted. Now I know it’s true. The thoughts creep under my covers and snuggle up with me in the bed; they whisper ideas that threaten me with evaporation should I dare not get up, 55 minutes past my bedtime, and write them down. Just as I’d begun to thinkContinue reading “I Was Told that I was Haunted”
Shoshana Sarah 