Every time I open that last book of his, he tells me that before I go any further, I must…
Dead Poets Society, Russian Style
Before the semester started, I was told that I could teach one course on anything I wanted to. Although the possibility to…
A Rant on Poetry
I’ll never forget the smug cynicism I felt last spring when my professor handed us Ezra Pound’s poem “Papyrus.” The…
If the Master and Margarita had a Sequel
Last night, I finally hit the halfway mark in the first full-length classic I have attempted to read in the…
To Be Too Conscious
“I swear, gentlemen, that to be too conscious is an illness — a real thorough-going illness.” –The Underground Man, Notes…
Hope Unyielding 