Author: bradfordphilen
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Yours too…
I haven’t written in a while, but I’ve been writing. A former professor, whom I very much admire, has a blog that I love to read. He’s a climber and, somehow, his written voice belays the screen as if he’s right there in front of me, one move at a time—as passionate as ever about…
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On the Practice of Delicately Revising
I don’t know who needs to hear this but I got a pen that’s mine and I know it’s mine because it’s got my name on it and I hope you too can have a pen with your name on it. Praise. It was a gift from a former student that I had stashed in…
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This is not NOT an essay.
This is audio footage of an essay I wrote a few weeks back about #BLM. There is video footage, but, you see, what had happened was, I was in the moment. I didn’t even know I hit record or video record or whatever. I put my phone in my pocket, because I was holding my…
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Erupting Eruptions
It’s almost February, which means it’s almost been a year since I wrote anything on this blog. An un-updated blog is a vacant parking lot is a ball field at night with no lights is a sleeping volcano is a vending machine with no MoonPies, and then and then and then… It takes time, I…
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The Weather in Poughkeepsie
This isn’t about the weather in Poughkeepsie. I’m no weatherman, and, anyway, everyone knows what the weather is these days in places like Poughkeepsie. It’s the same weather that’s hit much of America. It’s Polar Vortex weather. On the word whether, I wonder whether you’ve read any of Elwyn Brooks White’s essays? If you have…