Lawrence Hall
Mhall46184@aol.com
Pasch at St. Michael’s, 2015
What sort of man sits in the silent dark
And waits for a small candle to be lit
When he could reach over and flip a switch
For the miracle of electricity
Bravely to course through the building’s wired veins
The march of progress with a touch controlled
By the hand of humanity triumphant
Over old Byzantine superstition
What hopeful sort of man waits for the dawn,
For Light to appear from a cold, sealed tomb?
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The former address, "reactionary drivel," was a P. G. Wodehouse gag that few ever understood to be a mildly self-deprecating joke. Drivel, perhaps, but not reactionary. Neither the Red Caps nor the Reds ever got it.
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Dispatches from the Colonial Office
Lawrence's latest book, Dispatches from the Colonial Office, about teaching in a community college, is available, along with Coffee and a Dead Alligator to Go, Don't Forget Your Shoes and Grapes, Lady with a Dead Turtle, Paleo-Hippies at Work and Play, and The Road to Magdalena, from Amazon.com both as a Kindle and as bits of dead tree.
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2015
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April
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- Upon Re-Reading The Brothers Karamazov
- Emmaus isn't on the Map
- Had Byron Lived a Few Years Longer
- A Morning in March
- The Styled One
- The Morning Paper and a Cigarette
- Said to be a Suicide
- Two in the Morning
- False Autumn
- Secrets and Seasons
- Palm Sunday Travel Tips
- Instructions to the Chauffeur
- Sola Scriptura
- Rachel, Weeping for Our Children
- Chertkovo
- Old-People Coffee
- Economic Exile
- Pasch
- Contra Ivan Karamazov
- The Wandering Gentile
- Searching for God and a Lost Shoe
- Mr. Dogg and the Copp
- The Back Yard Hardware Store
- Let's End a Conversation
- Snake, Interrupted
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About This Not-Really Reactionary
- Lawrence Hall, HSG
- Y'r 'umble scrivener knows how to milk cows (altho' he long ago swore to own no livestock larger than dachshunds), build fences, clear brush, and cut firewood. After 18 months in Viet-Nam and Cambodia he worked his way through university as an ambulance driver, nurses' aide, and then LVN. BA in History, University of San Diego, 1976; MEd, Stephen F. Austin State University, 1984; MA in English, Stephen F. Austin State University, 2002. He also taught school, but that makes him a class (no pun) enemy just now. He has been rejected by some of the finest publishing houses in America.
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