things you realize when you're too busy to think

Over the last say 30 years I'll occasionally recall something stupid my undergrad poetry professor said, but then I forget about it. It's not like I despised him as a professor, I looked up to him. But really. In one poem I spoke of the stars wheeling through the sky and he literally winced when he read it and said something about how everyone knows the stars don't move. Jesus. No more than the sun does but that doesn't stop you from using words like "sunset" and "the sun is out." They moved relative to the narrator, asshole.  And the cliff, and the trees, and the witless unseen stream  nestled in shadowy scrub 50 feet below.

 And I wrote a poem about a dream I had (ok just because you dream it doesn't mean it's a good poem, given), where Harry Kerry was announcing everything I did-- and Prof said no one would really be named that. There was no google at the time, and I did spell the name wrong. But come on, even if you don't understand astronomy and relativity, at least you could fucking understand baseball, right?