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The Education of Oronte Churm

Oronte Churm is the pen name of John Griswold, who teaches in the MFA program at McNeese State University, proudly nestled in Cajun country on the Louisiana Gulf.

July 30, 2007 - 5:31pm
Poet Rory commented on my previous posting’s line about “newcomer Chicago with her wild-onion breath,” only deepening what is probably a mystery, I now realize, for most readers.
July 23, 2007 - 12:08am
He was the best of us, as they say, but that’s not claiming much moral high ground. Back in what’s now called the Reagan-Bush Era, I served in U.S. Army deep-sea dive detachments at Ft. Eustis, Virginia, and Ft. Kobbe, Republic of Panama, with a good friend named Christopher D. Floro.
July 20, 2007 - 9:39am
My preceding post was about a collection of poems by an 18th-century Vietnamese concubine, Ho Xuan Huong, who wrote in an ideographic script a thousand years old that’s now nearly extinct in Vietnam. This script, Nôm, was replaced by a Latin-based script, quoc ngu, created by the Jesuit missionary Alexander de Rhodes in the 17th century.
July 18, 2007 - 3:08pm
Back at the end of February I set out to blog about Spring Essence, a collection of poems b
July 13, 2007 - 6:37pm
It was blessedly cool and bright today, and I walked over to campus, where I haven’t been in weeks.
July 11, 2007 - 11:10pm
Murray Sperber writes in Declining by Degrees that an “Academic Arms Race” began in the post-Sputnik boom-era for higher ed. Colleges aspired to be universities, and universities competed for prestige by building up their research programs and feeling “impelled to grant advanced degrees in almost all areas.” That is, they followed the federal money.
July 9, 2007 - 2:17pm
A devoted reader writes to ask, “What should I be reading this summer?”
July 6, 2007 - 11:43am
There is a heaven after all
June 30, 2007 - 4:25pm
We’ll be traveling for a few days, and I expect my posts to be intermittent next week, so here’s a long tale about how we’re educated into responsibility.
June 26, 2007 - 7:59pm
I didn’t grow up with a father, so my two sons have exactly as much experience with actual fatherhood as I do. What we’ve learned together is that fathers are mercurial, full of farts and orders, radiant with heat on a summer’s night already too hot for sleep. Fathers love words and pay children the compliment of deep attentiveness. They’re who you call for when you wake in pain. They cultivate the comforting myth of invincibility.


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