LearnMe
Jason Dubow
Created on September 28, 2010
Posts written: 48LearnMe is a forty-something native New Yorker, father of two, husband to one, sibling of six. He teaches writing and literature at St. Francis College. He is, in theory, a fiction writer (perhaps some day the "in theory" won't be necessary; this is the plan). He loves to cook, reads a lot, and is a serious Red Sox fan.
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Letter to SchoolLess #4: A Sense of Where You Are
On Hearing and Listening to Voices and Finding Your Own
"These months are not a blip but a beginning."Read More
Letter to SchoolLess #3: In Sync & On Purpose
On Context, Coherence, & Consideration
"Perhaps it is our similarities that Mom finds so infuriating?"Read More
Letter to SchoolLess #2: The Poets Know of What They Speak
The Private Made Public, the Public Made Private
"Even the most momentous happenings flatten out with time and in memory."Read More
Letter to SchoolLess #1: Let Yourself Be Known
On Passion, Ambition, and Being
"Respect the superlative! Have some goddamn perspective!"Read More
I Do What I Can
On the Relativity of Time, Truth, Sanity, & Other Things.
"This is the truth, the whole truth, and nothing but the truth, so help me [dear metaphorical] God."Read More
Attitude
On Perfection, Intention, and Opposition
But, honey, that is who I am. What else can I say?
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Waiting For My Epiphany
Resolutions, Chronological Disjointedness, a Touch of Assessment, and More!
"I am in a never-ending relationship with interruption, if not the reality of it, then the potential or aftermath."Read More
Darkness Rising
The Aurora Tragedy, an Alternative Read
“Simulating blindness doesn’t mean you can’t be seen. Deniability is clearly implausible. What’s your plan of action?”
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How to Get Started
Creative Process & Redemptive Possibilities
“I do not, for the life of me, know how to become who I want to be. I can’t get there from here.”
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The Agony and the Ecstasy
On Irony, Optimism, Perfection, & Relative Sanity
“The thrum of the heavy, pulsing downbeat, an affect to which I am susceptible, began to feel to me as I imagine a hit of heroin feels to an addict: calming, insistent, essential, and ultimately insufficient.”
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