VrijMiBo met ballen

Het is weekend. Een bolletje meer, een balletje minder.
Throw the blue ball above the little twigs of the tree-tops,
And cast the yellow ball straight at the buzzing stars.
All our life is a flinging of colored balls 
                                           to impossible distances.
And in the end what have we?
                                           A tired arm – a tip-tilted nose.
Ah! Well! Give me the purple one.
Wouldn't it be a fine thing if I could make it stick
On top of the Methodist steeple?
Prettig weekend. En be nice.

The Force Field

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You may groan!

Against Campus 'Debate'

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Later in the week, I’ll be at Villanova University for a talk on The Art of Governance from Adam Smith to Michel Foucault.