Got up this morning and went over to Northwestern's Chicago campus to talk to them about their continuing education computer program, and it was, as I sort of suspected, more oriented to get folks already in jobs credentialed than to take somebody like myself and turn them into a hireable entity. I could have gotten a certificate part time there in 3 terms (about the same time) ... but I don't think it would have been the door-opener that the other program looks to be ... it would be much less money, though, (there's a shocker!) since that program's only 12 hours. I had attended N.U. a few times (my freshman year, and two other dips into the post-grad waters) and it was sort of comforting to be in that environment again. (SIGH) There is part of me which thinks that I really should have just kept going to college until somebody made me a professor and handed me tenure. Anyway ...
SCRAMBLED IN THE STORM
desperate reeling
in unsteady stance,
tornado flows
whip sensation;
we abut the madness,
touch the agony,
tumble down through chaos
and cannot find our feet
there is a wildness now,
an unhinged state
lurking beneath
the veneer of action,
the web of dull routine;
I feel the leakage
from that zone,
a shiver under stasis
new gears engage
in the nightmare mill,
new rules impose
as dictates from the void;
we seek a level
at which our senses
are not stunned by churning
or overloaded by the spin
every emptiness attains
reality in this mix,
the whirling matrix
expresses darkness
in seams and abysses,
gaps and hollows,
bits of blackness
oozing over light
and we are lost
deep within,
our contact points
with mundane worlds
go scrambled in the storm,
no orientation,
no alignment,
no way to define "here"
- Brendan Tripp
01/26/2002
Copyright © 2002 by Brendan Tripp
