SNYDERMANIA: 2015 Mesa Community College Reading Mojo

Sunday, September 27, 2015

2015 Mesa Community College Reading Mojo

Susan Halberg is my favorite college teacher in the world.

Every year she invites me out to read from my books and talk about writing with her students.

This time around I read "Dave Cruz" and "A Two-by-Four With a Whole Mess of Nails" from THE EIGHT-FINGERED CRIMINAL'S SON and "A Potent Memory" from HOW DO YOU LIKE THEM APPLES?

I always enjoy the guttural reactions to the description of the excruciating pain resulting from a rusty nail penetrating a bare foot and scraping against the bone.

Thanks to my marketing guru, Mike Bender, for snapping the pics.

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NORTHERN EXPOSURE

Goethe's final words: "More light." Ever since we crawled out of that primordial slime, that's been our unifying cry: "More light." Sunlight. Torchlight. Candlight. Neon. Incandescent. Lights that banish the darkness from our caves, to illuminate our roads, the insides of our refrigerators. Big floods for the night games at Soldier's field. Little tiny flashlight for those books we read under the covers when we're supposed to be asleep. Light is more than watts and footcandles. Light is metaphor. Thy word is a lamp unto my feet. Rage, rage against the dying of the light. Lead, Kindly Light, amid the encircling gloom Lead Thou me on! The night is dark, and I am far from home- Lead Thou me on! Arise, shine, for thy light has come. Light is knowledge. Light is life. Light is light.

FIELD OF DREAMS

Well, you know I... I never got to bat in the major leagues. I would have liked to have had that chance. Just once. To stare down a big league pitcher. To stare him down, and just as he goes into his windup, wink. Make him think you know something he doesn't. That's what I wish for. Chance to squint at a sky so blue that it hurts your eyes just to look at it. To feel the tingling in your arm as you connect with the ball. To run the bases - stretch a double into a triple, and flop face-first into third, wrap your arms around the bag. That's my wish, Ray Kinsella. That's my wish. And is there enough magic out there in the moonlight to make this dream come true?