In the fall of 2019, I became a student again. I attended my first class in the Graduate Liberal Studies Program at Simon Fraser University. http://www.sfu.ca/gls.html
I wore my brand new Doc Martens shoes to class, partly because, as we all know one needs to choose proper footwear before embarking on an adventure, partly from a foolish belief that if I wore them, I wouldn’t look so out-of-place at the university but mostly because I had never actually owned a pair of Doc Martens and I felt unfulfilled. Well, two out of three ain’t bad.
The program has been a life-saver in this time of Covid stay-at-home orders. My courses have given me structure and purpose. They have filled my mind, mostly with questions; still, that’s better than vacant stares out of my window. I have met an interesting diverse group of fellow students, my professors have been universally superlative and I am now known on a first name basis by several independent book stores, a group that specifically excludes that scourge of modern life called Amazon, a rant I’ll save for another day.
One of my classes was a writing class. We were required, amongst other creative writing tasks, to produce a long piece of original writing with the hope that our final result would be published in a literary journal – the Ormsby Review. https://ormsbyreview.com/
I haven’t been blogging much lately so I am pleased and proud to attach my writing project which has just been published in the Ormsby Review. https://ormsbyreview.com/2021/03/20/1067-foulkes-anne-carson/
I never imagined being published in a literary magazine, but in this time of covid, anything is possible. And, before I start to think of myself as a member of the literary intelligentsia, I remind myself that I still cannot seem to pronounce Nietzsche to the satisfaction of anyone, although I do think I have mastered how to pronounce Freud.