Theodore Potter
Rolled a gigantic boulder
Up the hill of life.
Birthday Haiku
October 25, 2007 by at 7:03 pm
Theodore Potter
Rolled a gigantic boulder
Up the hill of life.
Theodore Potter
Rolled a gigantic boulder
Up the hill of life.
A nod to Kierkegaard and Walker Percy: existentialist tomfoolery, political satire, literary homage, word mongering, a year-round summer reading club, Dylanesque music bits, apocalyptic marianism, poetry, fiction, meta-porn, a prisoner work-release program.
Søren Kierkegaard
Walker Percy
Bob Dylan
Literature & History
Letters from an American
Beau of the Fifth Column
This American Life
The Writer’s Almanac
San Diego Reader
The Stranger
The Inlander
Adoremus
Charlotte was Both
The Onion
From Empty Hands
Ellen Finnigan
America
Commonweal
First Things
National Review
The New Republic
All Manner of Thing
Gerasene Writers Conference
Scrutinies
DarwinCatholic
Catholic and Enjoying It
Bad Catholic
Universalis
Is My Phylactery Showing?
Quotidian Quintilian
En pocas palabras
William Wilson, Guitarist Extraordinaire
Signposts in a Strange Land
Ben Hatke
Daniel Mitsui
Dappled Things
The Fine Delight
Gene Luen Yang
Wiseblood Books
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Message of October 25, 2007
“Dear children! God sent me among you out of love that I may lead you towards the way of salvation. Many of you opened your hearts and accepted my messages, but many have become lost on this way and have never come to know the God of love with the fullness of heart. Therefore, I call you to be love and light where there is darkness and sin. I am with you and bless you all. Thank you for having responded to my call.”
Trapped a devil under it with Doc he did.
Happy Birthday Ted!
That’s right, it’s in my back yard now. And I live on the South Hill, which must be the “hill of life” referenced in the poem.
Happy Birthday. I am guessin Rufus.
Well, happy birthday, then, and cheers!
Not my birthday; my dad’s. The inside joke is that there’s a rock in the backyard under which Henri claims my dad and his friend Doc (RIP) trapped a devil. It’s a recurring joke anytime Henri and my dad are in my backyard together.