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(Pedagogy) Philosophy and Nonsense      
Thoughts about writing, education, and experience                                  Presented by Forrest D. Poston

The first goal of teaching is to strengthen, deepen and refine our intrinsic love of learning. All other goals and all methods must stem from that idea. Any that do not support that goal must at least be questioned and adjusted, if not eliminated. Otherwise, we are not teaching but training.

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Writing and Education

Autobiography Challenge

Considering Conclusions

Considering Introductions

Four Meanings of Life

Godot and the Great Pumpkin

A Major is More Minor Than
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The Poetry Process (A look at 4 versions of a poem.)

Thoughts About Picking a Major

Quick Points About Education

Quick Points About Writing

Reading Poetry and Cloud Watching

Revising Revision

Reviving Experience

Reviving Symbolism

Using an Audience

What Makes a Story True?

What's the Subject of This Class? (Being revised.)

Why Write?

Writing and Einstein (The Difference Between Information and Meaning)

Writing and the Goldilocks Dilemma

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Camelot, Coffee, and Quest      by Forrest D. Poston


We need to believe in the possibility of perfection, the idea that there was a Golden Age sometime somewhere, so we have something to work toward even when we realize that perfection isn’t real, isn’t even something we even want on a full time basis.  Still, we look for traces, hints of perfection, moments we can call perfect.  For me, the quest centers around food more often than anything else.


I’ve had the perfect cup of coffee more than once, when the taste, temperature, cream and sugar were all balanced from drink to drained.  But the next cup was never much good even at the same restaurant minutes later, and the number of mediocre, bitter, even undrinkable cups far outnumbers those caffeinated joys.

Once I found the perfect coleslaw, a moment especially significant since I’m not all that fond of coleslaw.  When Ginny and I returned to that restaurant a year or so later, the coleslaw was in no way the same.  As it turned out, the previous cook had retired, and that cole slaw recipe was her own.

And once I even had the perfect onion rings.  With each bite, they broke crisply and cleanly, no onion that refused to break that had to be sucked out, leaving an empty shell.  The taste was strong and sweet, and the entire bite seemed to melt like cotton candy.  I’ve had good, very good onion rings, but none compared in taste or texture.  A few weeks later, the restaurant closed completely, permanently. 

These days, my body can’t handle much caffeine, so I’m not out looking for perfect coffee, but Ginny keeps experimenting with cole slaw recipies and if a restaurant has onion rings on the menu, there’s no doubt what I’ll order to go with my burger.  And even while attempting to call back the lightning, I’m looking for other moments, hints of Camelot, culinary or not.


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