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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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- Karens - poem
- Not to Decide is to Decide Blah-Blah - poem
- Just Wear the Stupid Mask, Okay?
- Sunflower and Moon, Dusk, 27 June 2020 - MePhone P...
- Ships of Theseus - poem
- "Let There be Sung 'Non Nobis' and 'Te Deum'" - poem
- A Woke Editing of Brother Robert Frost - weekly co...
- Dentistry Again - poem with lots of self-pity
- Bees Disapprove of Us - poem
- A Viking Funeral for a Fisherman - Frivolous Doggerel
- The Theory and Practice of Summer - poem
- The More Up to Date a Book is... MePhone Photograph
- Negative Capability - poem
- From John Wayne to Spike Lee - poem
- A Repudiation of the Soulless Metric System - rhym...
- A Brief Review of CULT OF GLORY: THE BOLD AND BRUT...
- Romance of the Barren Plinth - poem
- A South Dakota Sunflower in Texas - MePhone Photog...
- Wall Drug, South Dakota - doggerel
- Yellow Chair - MePhone photograph
- A Funeral Home Visitation - poem
- Stupid Mask Stupid Stupid Mask - poem
- All Those Silences are Wrong - poem
- Where the Altar is Not - poem
- The Summer of We're Against Everything - poem
- Decolonize Your Bookshelf? - weekly column
- "Tear down eye soar" (sic) in Stoplight, Texas - M...
- Theology in the Head - poem
- A Question I Must Ask of Myself - poem
- CAUTION Yellow CAUTION Tape CAUTION at CAUTION the...
- "I'm not a Robot" - poem
- "...the new Blogger interface..." - a grumble
- Queen Jadis' Deplorable Word - not really a poem...
- Inspecting my Bunker - poem
- "It's Only a Flesh Wound" - rhyming doggerel
- Robert Frost: "I Had a Lover's Quarrel with the Wo...
- A Blurry MePhone High School Graduation via MyFace...
- Locked and Loaded in a Max Mara Tote - poem
- The Governor Declares us to be a Disaster Area - poem
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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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The birds must love you.
They do indeed! When I sit outside close to the feeder the woodpeckers, especially, love to talk to me. I can't make the same click/chirp sound they do, but they appreciate the effort.
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