Kendall Defoe
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Teacher, reader, writer, dreamer... I am a college instructor who cannot stop letting his thoughts end up on the page. No AI. No Fake Work. It's all me...
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Being a True Account of a Return to My Hometown during the 2021 Winter Holidays
If there are any future generations left out there that want to hear this, I think it should be put on record as one of the strangest and weirdest moments of the year for me. I decided to return to my hometown after avoiding the temptation of returning to see my family over the holidays last year. Covid-19 played its role, but I was also concerned about the trip itself. I have become spoiled using air travel, even if it happened to be sporadic and often overpriced (this year’s rates were ridiculous). But, there were two other options: bus (made worse by the decision to move the station to an even more depressing area of the city) and train (a viable option with my membership in the company’s rewards program and the fact that the building where we catch the train is quite beautiful). My decision was made for me, but I did not anticipate other issues. They say that the trip is often more exciting than the arrival itself. Is this true, based on what I experienced over a very long Tuesday? Let me fill in the details and you can decide for yourself:
By Kendall Defoe 4 years ago in Confessions
Social Groups to Avoid
An explanation: after writing about what I am grateful for (what makes my life worth living), I did a little more digging and decided to come up with certain social groups that I feel should be avoided (see if you can check the abbreviated forms of said organizations.
By Kendall Defoe 4 years ago in Poets
The Time on the Wire
I have to begin this with a few confessions. First, it took me a very long time to get into the cult of Cohen. I thought all of that moodiness and dark rambling was a pose. Being a student of literature in Canada did not help, either. You pretty much have “Suzanne” in your DNA if you are of a certain generation studying poetry and song in this country. When I was a teenager, it was Neil Young who did it for me (even having a roommate who worshipped Leonard Cohen did not convert me). And then I finally got it: the wit, the fedora, the gravelly-voice intonations and desires for the impossible woman who will set everything straight. It all fell together as I went back to the records and could hear what the man was saying about romance and love.
By Kendall Defoe 4 years ago in Beat
Stationery
O.K., people do wonder about my habit. I have to admit that it is not easy being me and having to suffer with an addiction to stationery. Yes, stationery. Papyrophilia. I am admitting something that most people would not find embarrassing, but to me it is something quite shameful, despite all of the success that it has given me. I even dread sharing this with you, especially after all that has passed between us. But why not? I have some time before my next meeting.
By Kendall Defoe 4 years ago in Confessions
A Line in the Sand
When you are young, it is possible to believe that adults are there for you; that they are aware of what is best for you; that they are doing the right thing. I thought so for a very long time, all through the great disappointment that was my father, his replacement who could not stand even in his shadow as an example worth following, and many other figures in my life who were always lacking in some way. My moment of discovery came in the most innocent manner and I still recall what it was all about.
By Kendall Defoe 4 years ago in The Swamp
