and I was seriously thinking of taking the one less travelled by
until I saw more than two roads branching
five, eight, a dozen -- from broad paved highways
to rocky goat paths -- and while I hesitated, one foot in the air
I realized that all I wanted was to sit down
and not think about roads anymore.
(with a nod to Frost. And a bit of surprise to find out that Wikipedia's entry on his poem has a detailed literary analysis of it. I suppose it counts as objective. Sort of, kind of.)
Have I mentioned that I hate the academic job market?
Sympathies on the multitude of choices. Swarthmore professor Barry Schwartz wrote a book a couple years ago called The Paradox of Choice in which he said (as I understand it, having not read the book myself) that having too many choices tends to just overwhelm us rather than being a good thing; I don’t know that I agree in general, but sometimes it sure can be overwhelming.
I know what my own Frostian choice tends to be, but that doesn’t help those of you who are more adventurous. 🙂
Thanks for the poems, they are great little snatches of art that I’ve been forwarding on to several of my friends.
I hope tthings sort themselves out to your liking.
All the best,
Jim
I had forgotten your meditation on Frost, Jed. It is so you. 🙂
Glad you’re liking the poems, Jim…