He taught like a cook.
I wanted to be him or his friend.
He gave me a book called Fires.
A book written in 1957.
He made me take plie by making plie look gooey.
One long drive home from New York discussing individual students' endless individual potentials.
His belief in.
His car broke down twice a month.
What did he do when his car broke down?
Was all that teaching too much? untakeable?
Did he dread what he did so well?
Would we do well to dread it?
Does it eat us?
If it does, should we mind?
Because I think I will try not to mind.
When I mind, I will let the car break down and go tomorrow.