This website WAS going to leave the earth amid a shower of fireworks on the night of July 4, California time. BUT WAIT — if there ain’t gonna be no fireworks, we ain’t goin’ nowhere. Wheeew-eeee! Stick around & we’ll re-invent ourselves –> that’s more Cali-for-ni-an anyways. And whilst we’re figuring that out, please boogie on down to the fabuous, most really swinging teenage lit-site anybody could ever hope for and more. You know I’m talking ’bout The Lunchbox.
The Mushroom Farmer, Chapter 17
Oh, the ramshackliness. Mid-torrent, the mf had struggled mightily to erect a shelter for his drenched hens. Plan A had not panned out. The hens were walking chicken soup. How they felt about being so wet was, the mf inferred, perturbed. They would like not to be this wet nor so cold. I am justContinue reading “The Mushroom Farmer, Chapter 17”
The Mushroom Farmer, Chapter 11
“It’s raining,” said the mf to their friend Marfa, who was cleaning their oven. Oh Marfa: she cleaned like the wind, as neighbor Agnes had rightly declared. Marfa looked up in surprise and doubt. Mr. mf was always joking. What did he mean? But this time it really was raining. You could see the splashesContinue reading “The Mushroom Farmer, Chapter 11”
The Mushroom Farmer, Chapter 12
Things happen and continuing happening; for example, after further machete action upon long, long, 12-feet or longer poinsettia stalks, the mf cuts a poinsettia bouquet for Marfa. She loves and cares for flowers, it would not surprise the mf un poquito if Marfa nurtures each of the machete-cut stalks in peat moss or other starterContinue reading “The Mushroom Farmer, Chapter 12”
The Mushroom Farmer, Chapter 11
“It’s raining,” said the mf to their friend Marfa, who was cleaning their oven. Oh Marfa: she cleaned like the wind, as neighbor Agnes had rightly declared. Marfa looked up in surprise and doubt. Mr. mf was always joking. What did he mean? But this time it really was raining. You could see the splashesContinue reading “The Mushroom Farmer, Chapter 11”
Worms (between the lines of age)
I have long loved worms, and it does not take my wife rockin’ out to “Heard it in a Love Song” while making pizza for din-din to make me remember. The connection? Undulation. Oh worms and the life they lead, pooping for a better tomorrow. Who among us could ask for a higher calling? IContinue reading “Worms (between the lines of age)”
OGmrGO bOOKliSt ReviSed
This here is my list of books that make the most difference to me, right now, in terms of responding to COVID-19, quarantine, climate variation, #BlackLivesMatter, #MeToo, 2020 election, short days, long nights, colder mornings sometimes. Let’s look at this as a proposed reading list for next semester, so we can get a jump onContinue reading “OGmrGO bOOKliSt ReviSed”
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A NOTE FROM THE TEACHER:
March 30, 2020: Things have changed and also not changed here at shmarkozonky.school. It remains our aim to bring you the finest in teen academic writing and doodles. You might think that our having been out of school since March 13 would impede this mission BUT NO — many of my students are still cranking out terrific stuff. That’s one thing that hasn’t changed.
We are down to put the teen in quarantine.
Best,
mg
Original Note from the Teacher — January 2020
Howdy!
As a high school English teacher, it has always felt wrong that so much great teen academic writing winds up with an audience of one person, just me.
One is better than nothing, but even better would be lots more people engaging in academic writing by youngsters. If it’s all just for a grade: sigh. I get it. It is for a grade. But that doesn’t have to be all.
So let’s play with the idea that high school students write great stuff about books and current events and the meaning o’ life.
And here are the rules: no rules.
Best,
Mark Gozonsky
Sofia Liascheva: "Barry Lopez indicates that we have irrevocably separated ourselves from the world that animals occupy;
whereas 'Eskimos do not grasp this separation easily.'"
The Merchant of Venice By: William Shakespeare
I chose to pick a phrase from this play because I really enjoy the rhythm in Shakespeare’s writing. I decided to comb through The Merchant of Venice because it’s one of his plays I’m not familiar with. I chose this particular phrase because it’s poetic. It carries emotion that can describe the feeling of helplessness or lack of control.
Arctic Dreams by Barry Lopez.
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