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.
Four Meanings of Life
Godot and the Great Pumpkin
A Major is More Minor Than
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
Using an Audience
What Makes a Story True?
What's the Subject of This Class? (Being revised.)
Writing and Einstein (The Difference Between Information and Meaning)
Writing and the Goldilocks Dilemma
Links to Other Sites
|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.
Back to the Home Page
|Back to the Home Page
Other Essays and Poetry
Something Somewhat Vaguely Like a Resume
Being Like Children
The Blessing and the Blues
The Cat With a Bucket List
David and the Revelation
The Dawn, the Dark, and the Horse I Didn't Ride In On (an odd, meandering, semi-romantic story)
Ghost Dancer in the Twilight Zone
The Hair Connection and the Nature of Choices
The Mug, the Magic, and the Mistake
Trumpet Player, USDA Approved
The Poetry Process
Writing by Current or Former Students
Ms. Write Meets Her Match in Jr. Ms. Write Now
by Heide Perry
I'll Just Have Cats
by Cara Hummel
Toys to Toys
by Allyson Bowlds
Scribbles and Bits
Links to Other Sites