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Words Are Where the Hate Goes to Hide.

STUDENTS REPEAT A POEM‘S SLURS, SURPRISING THE POETS AND AN ELITE BRONX SCHOOL The poetry assembly on Tuesday morning at the Horace Mann School, in the Bronx, was meant to be provocative. The visiting poets who led it asked students … Continue reading →

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We Are In A Jam, No Matter When

Life can only be understood backwards; but it must be lived forwards Soren Kierkegaard, Danish philosopher (1813 – 1855) ‘The rule is, jam tomorrow and jam yesterday–but never jam to-day.’ ‘It MUST come sometimes to “jam to-day,”‘ Alice objected. ‘No, … Continue reading →

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Century #16: Spring in Pennsylvania

From the Journal of Martin Way: March 10, 1936 Where should I begin. Oh, yeah! How about here, right in the middle of the story where I am. Bramble used to tell me that the middle is the only place … Continue reading →

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Century #15: Of Mind and Matter

From the Journal of Martin Way January 15, 1936 Life is hard, but engaging here, alone among so many friends and loved ones. Work is constant and physically exhausting much of the time, but my mind continues to wander even … Continue reading →

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Century 13: The Ghosts of Privelege

From the Journal of Lita Hopkins, July 13, 1928 I am afraid that Hunter finds our life quite dull. It often seems sterile and still, not even a breeze to stir a curtain sometimes. I have been ill since yesterday, … Continue reading →

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