Alan Jacobs: “Even as we try to keep the humanities-in-the-university afloat, I think we need to spend a lot of time imagining the humanities without the university.”
It is common
to suppose
that anyone
whom one is not
is predisposed
to like her lot—
that when she drills down
through the ice
to fish
and sees the black
and restless drift
and works against
the cold occlusion
which always threatens,
it is easier
for that sort of person.
“Why? They know I don’t like the rain. And I could have held it for several more hours. I wonder if they’ll leave the pantry open again so I can have another stick of butter…”
“This is my dirt pile. There are many like it, but this one is mine.”