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According To Plan

According to Plan

got your plans in place
got your life in order

everything’s fine
no really you’re fine

think real hard
debate debate

got your plans in place
got your life in order

everything’s fine
no really I’m fine

think real hard
debate debate

got my plans in place
got my life in order

there’s a logical reason
a cause and effect

just think real hard
debate debate

I feel just fine
when everything goes

according to plan
even though

it all goes wrong
the harder you try

to make things right
in the end

c b snoad
draft 11-15-07
edit 1-25-17

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Credentials

Chuck Snoad

Experience
Writing Tutor
ACT Tutor
Copy Editor
Volunteer ESL Tutor

Education
B.A., English, Elmhurst College, 2002
Summa Cum Laude (4.0 GPA)
Staff Writer, The Leader
Opinion Columnist, The Leader
Nominated: Senior of the Year

Senior Thesis
“Rescuing Modern Man from the Feminization of Advanced Civilization:
Tarzan of the Apes as Escape-Fantasy”

Academic Papers
“From Separation to Creation: Wordsworth’s Preface to Lyrical Ballads
“John Locke vs. the Bloggers: Kenneth Burke as ‘Association’ Referee”

Creative Non-Fiction
“An Image of My Father” in Hippocampus Magazine

Poetry
Middlewestern Voice
Lynx Eye
The Unknown Writer

Areas of Interest
Philosophy (Eastern & Western)
Existentialism
Modernism & Postmodernism
French Philosophy (Sartre & Baudrillard)
Contemporary American Culture
Cultural Critique & Political Theory
Media Theory & Digital Studies
Composition Theory
British Romantic Poetry

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Father Knows Jest

Three Parables, As Told By My Father:

A psychiatrist encounters a second psychiatrist, his colleague and friend.

“Hello,” says the first shrink.

“Hello,” says the second, walking in the opposite direction.

I wonder what he meant by that, thinks the first.

I wonder what he meant by that, thinks the second.

***

Bob picks up his friend Phil at the train station. Phil has traveled a long way.

“Are you OK,” Bob asks, “you look ill.”

“It was terrible. I had to ride backwards the whole trip.”

“Why didn’t you just ask the person across from you to switch seats?”

“I would’ve,” says Phil, “but there was nobody there.”

***

Moe the cab driver has finally done it. He’s first in line outside the arrivals terminal.

Positioned for a big-time customer or two.

A businessman, excited to see his loving wife and kids again, gets in Moe’s cab.

“236 Maple Street, please.”

“Are you serious? Take your fare? And lose this prime spot?”

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Feature Presentation

PROJECTION

young
dumb & full
of puns

I see myself
in you I say
streaming like

a film strip
in the palm
of her hand

we’re stars
in the making
method actors

shadows in
an intimate
screenplay

c b snoad
1-20-15

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Sleeping Dogs Sigh

I’m a real grammar hound.

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Me And My Shadow

Chris Truman found himself on the fifth floor of Catholic General Hospital. He had fallen ill at work, overwhelmed by the frenetic pace of his position as a shipping and receiving clerk. Doctors admitted him without a second thought.

The patients on his wing had no names. They went (for insurance purposes) by their DSM-IV codes alone. Many had a number of issues. The staff dispatched their fears with pills. Most were government approved.

One patient played the piano and sang in the recreation room every night. He was full of energy and carried a lively tune. Truman wrote a poem in awe of his stage presence. He preferred Robert over 296.40 and told the artist so.

Truman didn’t care for diagnoses. He had enough problems. What was he after all? He wasn’t clever enough to play the role of doctor. He felt unlike a normal patient. Truman, in a flash of insight, convinced himself that he was Catholic General. Concrete and studs, glass and bricks. The structure itself, housing many levels of pain. Just out the window, what a shadow he cast.

He was everywhere he went. The world he fit inside his head. Thoughts defying logic, refusing to be held. He was full of material, a mix of chemicals. So many words with nothing to say.

As he lay in bed Truman contemplated his current project. How to begin the next chapter on his fictional friend Chuck Snoad? He’d be discharged eventually. What did all this mean? How did Truman’s struggles with the Sadness and the Nerves speak to his character?

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Courting Confusion

I made a mistake recently. Well, I’ve made numerous mistakes lately, but one stands out in my mind almost two weeks later.

In an attempt at acting like a gentleman, I held a door open for a woman I am no longer dating. I doubt that she said goodbye because of this; in many ways, though, it was a microcosm of all that didn’t work with us.

It’s safe to say that my former date is a thoroughly modern woman. She knows what she wants and doesn’t shy away from expressing it. I admire this quality, but to a point. When she applied her “liberation” to my door-holding gesture, I was left confused and frustrated.

“Oh, you don’t need to do that,” she said with a laugh. You’d have thought I had insulted her intelligence.

There is no law stating: “Man Must Always Open Door For Woman,” but if there were I’m sure my date would claim a caveman had written it. Let’s just say, on our way out, she went first.

I know very little about women, but I do know that deep down women want respect. Today, however, there are no rules for how one shows respect. Some women like to have a man who opens doors. Some women like to open doors themselves. Some don’t care either way. The point is that, as a man trying to date in the twenty-first century, I don’t know what women want.

It’s like we’re dancing, but nobody’s quite sure of the moves. We’re learning as we go, and right when we think we’ve got it, the song changes from ballroom to polka to techno.

Now I’m not sure about next time, with a new partner, if I should lead or follow. I just know I want to dance.

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