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Why I Do Not Watch the News

The sound of the dishwasher, whirring louder than it has to,
The coffeemaker, burbling and brewing and needing to be cleaned out,
Overwhelm the t.v. evening update of disaster; she lets them,
Unstirring, eyes sliding down to a semi-glaze.
Blue chair, feet up, work done,
Until another eight hours go by, then
The same messes, mouths, dirty fingers, footprints,
Asking voices.
Oh can we Oh will you Oh why Oh watch.
Her head reels, end of day, with the drain of information, life-blood lost...
She needs a refilling but this litany, ode to the awfulness of the world, fills no reservoir.
She becomes the mother grasping, gasping for air while the reporter makes sympathetic faces.

She gets her decaf, stirs the cream in,
Takes slow sips in the silence she craved at
7 o'clock when they woke up too early, at
10 o'clock when the baby wouldn't nap, at
12 o'clock when there was no peanut butter, at
3 o'clock when the questions were endless, at
6 o'clock when he was home, dearly come home, and
They smiled at each other across the roar of life.
Now peace, the roar tucked into various beds with blankets, kisses, promises, and
She sits beside him.
It is too much, after all that, to watch the tragedy of a child
Lost, wounded, silenced.

She clicks the button, erases the concerned serious faces,
Pushes away the guilt of not hearing, the
Dread of her own possible losses, the
Fear of being too lucky, too long.

She puts away the words of the worst reality,
Picks up a book of poetry,
A magazine,
A notebook, a pencil,
The phone.
This small quiet space is what fuels her, fills her, defines her,
So she chooses.
Carefully she fills her cup with what is delicious and rich,
Refusing the bitter,
Ready, in the morning, to be again poured out.

Poem: Tagore on Deliverance & Freedom

73.

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Deliverance for me is not in renunciation. I feel the embrace of freedom in a thousand bonds of delight.
Thou ever pourest for me the fresh draught of thy wine of various colors and fragrance, filling this earthen vessel to the brim.
My world will light its hundred different lamps with thy flame and place them before the altar of thy temple.
No, I will never shut the doors of my senses. The delights of sight and hearing and touch will bear thy delight.
Yes, all my illusions will burn into an illumination of joy, and all my desires ripen into fruits of love.
{Rabindranath Tagore}

Tagore won the Nobel Prize in Literature in 1913. He lived from 1861 to 1941 and was an accomplished writer in short stories, drama, essays, and more,  a musician, a business man; but he was primarily a poet, and it is his poetry that garnered him fame in the West and the East. His Gitanjali {Song Offerings}, from which this poem is taken, is one of his best known works. The translation is Tagore's own.

Yeats said of Tagore, in his introduction to Gitanjali: "Rabindranath Tagore, like Chaucer's forerunners, writes music for his words, and one understands at every moment that he is so abundant, so spontaneous, so daring in his passion, so full of surprise, because he is doing something which has never seemed strange, unnatural, or in need of defence."

Image courtesy of danyul.

Poetry for Morning {Frank O’Hara}

Morning

by Frank O'Hara

notes.

1. the last line of each stanza is often a mid-sentence break, which continues in the stanza below. insert mental punctuation where it gets confusing. for example, the first stanzas: I've got to tell you how I love you always. I think of it on grey mornings, with death in my mouth. The tea is never hot enough then, and the cigarette dry. The maroon robe chills me.

2. the feeling, often expressed in cliched phrases - I love you always, I need you, I miss you always - is balanced by the little details, the particulars, the things that don't seem to fit a love poem, exactly, but they end up making it more real: the buses glow, I stand rattling my keys, were there lots of anchovies.

3. the words in this poem are simple; the verbs are "to be" verbs or very low-key action verbs, such as "look," "hold," "stand." Even though we end up with several different place images (the speaker's home, the dock, the city streets, the parking lot, the beach, the night sky), we don't notice the movement as much as the the same feeling of loneliness and longing that stays present in the whole poem.

4. the last stanza - the culmination of these feelings - feels right because the earlier poem gives us "passenger" images: buses, car, bicycle. So when we get to that metaphor, it clicks into place and reiterates (without repeating) both the feelings and the images of the poem.

I've got to tell you cmorning
how I love you always
I think of it on grey
mornings with death

in my mouth the tea
is never hot enough
then and the cigarette
dry the maroon robe

chills me I need you
and look out the window
at the noiseless snow

At night on the dock
the buses glow like
clouds and I am lonely
thinking of flutes

I miss you always
when I go to the beach
the sand is wet with
tears that seem mine

although I never weep
and hold you in my
heart with a very real
humor you'd be proud of

the parking lot is snowmorning
crowded and I stand
rattling my keys the car
is empty as a bicycle

what are you doing now
where did you eat your
lunch and were there
lots of anchovies it

is difficult to think
of you without me in
the sentence you depress
me when you are alone

Last night the stars
were numerous and today
snow is their calling
card I'll not be cordial

there is nothing that
distracts me music is
only a crossword puzzle
do you know how it is

when you are the only
passenger if there is a
place further from me
I beg you do not go

Images courtesy of Igor Dugonjic and .Pete.

Workshop Preview: On Teaching High School Literature

A little preview of the upcoming "How to Teach High School Literature" workshop.

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This is how the typical high school English course goes: the student receives a fat survey textbook covering American or British literature. The student doesn't actually get to begin wtih great literature; instead, he gets to read the textbook's synopsis of the historical period, key events, and people. These are usually terribly boring. It's difficult to summarize a century or two in a page without resorting to generalities. Next, the student gets to start by reading somebody really great, like Chaucer, if he's doing a British literature survey.

Pause there. Chaucer didn't even write in English. Old English is a completely diffferent language. So now the student gets to start on this great literary adventure by, first, reading a boring summary of a historical period and then by reading a translation of literature full of jokes and allusions that he won't even get. How funny, tell me, is a joke that has to be explained to you? Not very, no matter how funny it was in the original.

If the student is taking an American survey, things aren't much better. After the blah-blah historical summary, he gets to start off by reading someone like William Bradford. Now, while Bradford was a great man of historical importance, his writings belong more in the "history" box than in the "great literature that is fun to read" box.

This method of teaching literature is just, well, blech. For the student who isn't such a great reader, who isn't enthralled by literature, it's simply torture and the worst possible way to try to get him interested in literature. For the student who is a great reader, who will amuse himself with anything from the cereal box to the newspaper to the unabridged historical lectures in the back of the library, it's not challenging enough. It's too easy and too shallow and doesn't demand enough from the talented reader and writer.

A literature course is no longer just about teaching literature; it is about teaching history, worldview, social sciences, philosophy, and religion. Course descriptions like these should tip you off: "many of us in literary studies are in the process of asking ourselves what exactly we are supposed to do as critics of literature and how we engage people in our work. This form of questioning is called “canon revision,” which simply means that we look closely at why we read what we read and who benefits (and loses out) in the ways we define ourselves and our literature as American. As a class, we will examine writers who are considered very important (or “canonical”) by most people, and we will try as well to look at some lesser known writers and what they have to contribute to our understanding of ourselves. This course is a survey of American Literature from 1492 to the present. In trying to cover over 500 years, we will have to ask ourselves several questions:
What constitutes literature and how does it change over time?
What does it mean to call literature “American?”
What social and cultural factors affect literature and how is it produced and understood?
How do we choose what to read and what not to read?"

That's from a survey course at Auburn University; a college course, not high school, but there's not much difference. Here is one from a Fort Collins high school:

"Throughout this course you will develop your critical thinking skills through a variety of readings and activities. Critical thinking is the key to pushing your learning to the next level and we will strive to improve upon these skills through reading, writing, viewing, and speaking (and even some drawing/doodling). The backdrop for this learning will be our study of American literature.
The American literary tradition, beginning more than 400 years ago, contributed significantly to the unique culture that we have today. This course will trace various authors, literary genres and topics thematically rather than chronologically, paying particular attention to how the past has influenced our present culture, and more specifically, influenced you personally. We will study the effect of changing philosophies, politics, ideologies, religion, and more, on the literary and cultural landscape of America. In many instances we will challenge long-held beliefs and attitudes in order to more fully understand what it means to be “American.” In addition to reading texts, we will also view texts– i.e. movies and visual images– and discuss them as literary creations."

All I can really say in response to these course descriptions is this: what happened to the literature? What happened to simply reading books, great books, to reading them closely and well, to letting the authors speak for themselves, to enjoying a good story or strong poem? There's no way to answer that question without entering the fuzzy, self-enamored world of literary theory and analysis, so let's not waste time on it. Instead, let's compare those course descriptions to what Sir Arthur Quiller-Couch (critic, education reformer, writer, editor of the Oxford Book of English Verse) had to say about reading and teaching literature:

The whole business of reading English Literature in two years, to know it in any reputable sense of the word—let alone your learning to write English—is, in short, impossible. And the framers of the Statute, recognising this, have very sensibly compromised by setting you to work on such things as ‘the Outlines of English Literature’; which are not Literature at all but are only what some fellow has to say about it...For English Literature as I take it, is that which sundry men and women have written memorably in English about Life. [Not what has been written about what has been written about Life...]

Reading is an Art—that its best purpose is not to accumulate Knowledge but to produce, to educate, such-and-such a man—that ’tis a folly to bite off more than you can assimilate—and that with it, as with every other art, the difficulty and the discipline lie in selecting out of vast material, what is fit, fine, applicable... To nurse that spark, common to the king, the sage, the poorest child—to fan, to draw up to a flame, to ‘educate’ What Is—to recognise that it is divine, yet frail, tender, sometimes easily tired, easily quenched under piles of book-learning—to let it run at play very often, even more often to let it rest—to mother it, in short, as wise mothers do their children—this is what I mean by the Art of Reading.  For all great Literature, I would lastly observe, is gentle towards that spirit which learns of it."

Let's include a quote from Bacon here, as well:
Some Bookes are to be Tasted, Others to be Swallowed, and Some Few to be Chewed and Digested: that is, some Bookes are to be read onely in Parts; Others to be read but not Curiously; and some Few are to be read wholly, and with Diligence and Attention.

The point is this: a set of literature courses that attempt to introduce a high school student to all the important works of literature in two years is going to fail. (Most high school students take only two literature classes.) This is a good way to make a student hate literature.

A literature course that aims to make of a student a successful reader, however, can accomplish the goal. The object of high school literature should be to introduce students and let them immerse themselves in a few great books, whether it be a particular world, a favorite author or style or genre or time period or topic of interest.
You want to fan the spark, not smother it. Forego the collected readers, the surveys, the textbook collections. Let your student meet a few great authors and get to know them well rather than have a guided but rushed tour through a hallway of "author portraits." What can he possibly remember after that? How many paintings can you recall after a quick museum stroll?

If we want our students to have an overview of literary styles and periods, it could be included as part of the history curriculum, because that's how it is being treated. Or it could be a part of the literature course, but as a sideline to the real work of reading a few great books.
If we have students who love to read, we can let them use those survey textbooks as a sort of tasting menu: they can (and those who love, will) browse through and find themselves caught by particular writers or selections. That can be the jumping-off point for them; from there they can dive into particular writers, books, genres without being limited by the 20 or so pages devoted in the textbook. If our students find a kindred spirit in these authors, we need to encourage the friendship, not cut it off before it has a chance to deepen.

Click here for more information about the "How to Teach High School Literature" workshop.

Image courtesy of Stewart.

Book Review: “Totally Organized” by Bonnie McCullough

Totally Organized: Easy-to-Use Techniques for Getting Control of Your Time and Your Life by Bonnie McCullough: 5 out of 5 stars.

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Dear Bonnie,

I love your book. I would like to shower you with daffodils and buy you a latte. Really, I would shower you with daffodils just for the first two chapters of your book. You write like you know real life. You don't make me feel bad for not being totally organized yet, but you make me realize that it's possible. You don't give me so many details that I get lost in them, but you give me enough that I really understand the principles.

totallyorganizedcoverYou write chapters that are short, easy to read, and filled up with good ideas, tips, helps, methods, lists, plans, and suggestions that I want to go do right away. I love that you've sorted the concepts into sections, but that each chapter stands alone. I can sit down, read one chapter, get up and apply it and see immediate improvement. And then, when I feel ready, I can sit down and tackle another chapter and solve another problem.

I like that your methods are simple and make sense. I like that I don't have to buy two dozen special products. I like that you have an entire section on dealing with household paper and another on organizing with kids. Some of the professionals who wrote some of those other organizing books obviously have never spent any time around small humans, and they don't know the effect they have on organization. You do!

I like that you share examples from your own life, like this:

"I made 200 copies of my daily routine, much like the one shown. At the time I needed the boost of seeing the little things I had finished crossed off my list. It took me six months to get control of the morning routine, partly because I had a young baby, but mostly because I was so undisciplined. Once I had this under control, I was the master..."

I really like some of your thoughts, like these:

  • "People are more important than things, but the order of things affects people."
  • "Don't take your home problems as personal insults. Instead, learn to look for solutions."
  • "When you buy impulsively, you are letting someone else influence your food dollar, and you may not get your best value."
  • "As a general rule, children will not "notice" when things need to be done. They need to be trained."
  • "The preschooler should learn a basic routine of everyday neatness...and of everyday personal grooming."
  • "When preschoolers want to help, encourage them by finding ways to let them feel helpful even though it may mean the job takes longer."
  • "To be organized does not mean that you never get lost. It means that you know how to find your way back."

Thank you for writing this book,

for sharing your wise and witty and practical help with me and many others. Anytime you want that latte - and the daffodils - come on over. As soon as I've done my Daily Minimum, I'll be free.

Sincerely,

Annie

Bottom Line: If you live in a house, you should read this book. If you have kids, you should read this book. If you deal with paperwork of any kind, you should read this book. If you've ever felt unorganized, you should read this book. If you're anything like me - live in a house, have kids, lots of paperwork, and frequent feelings of disorganization - you should buy, read, highlight, underline, memorize this book.

More:

401 Ways to Get Your Kids to Work at Home by Bonnie McCullough

Bonnie's Household Budget Book by Bonnie McCullough

Image courtesy of Lusi.

Book Review: Stealing with Style by Emyl Jenkins

Stealing with Style by Emyl Jenkins: 2 1/2 out of 5 stars

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"Stealing with Style" is a story about Sterling Glass, antiques appraiser extraordinaire, and the strange adventures of her professional life. People get pretty rabid about antiques, apparently, and this book spins a story about fraud, burglary rings, and a whole world of exclusive, expensive antique pieces.

The factual background for the story is great; each chapter opens with a "column" in question-and-answer form by the antiques expert. And throughout the story, Jenkins adeptly provides relevant information about antiques: historical facts, how value is determined, style and period details. It's an education in a novel, and for anyone interested in antiques these details would be intriguing.

Perhaps intriguing enough to make up for a shallow, rather predictable plot. The characters are appealing. Sterling Glass herself is more than a typical heroine; she's a single, over-50 woman full of self-doubts and quotes from her dead mother, unaware of her own value and expertise. She takes on challenges, faces fears, and learns to confront even her dearest friend.

Still, there's nothing very surprising about any of the characters and though they're likable, they're not very memorable. The writing style is middle-grade. You won't find major grammatical errors, but you will find awkward dialogue and phrasing that confuses rather than enlightens.

An aspect that merits sincere applause is the generous sprinkling of quotations from poetry and great literature.  They were often humorous, sometimes tongue-in-cheek, sometimes thoughtful and serious, but always placed appropriately in the story line.


Bottom line: an easy read with a simple plot. Nice if you want a comfortable mystery without any real spine-tingling and if you're not too picky about technique.

More:

Emyl Jenkins's website

Review of Emyl Jenkins's The Big Steal (also a Sterling Glass mystery) by Carrie at Reading to Know.

Review of Stealing with Style by Andrea Sisco at Armchair Interviews.

(Wow. Everybody likes Ms. Jenkins more than I do. Hm.)

An interview with Emyl Jenkins at Art and Literature.

How You Can Disprove the Bible

monkeybibleIt's an ongoing endeavor for a lot of people, like all the nice folks who have written these books (even an encyclopedia) in the attempt:

But no one's been quite definitive enough to settle it once and for all. People are still reading this book, finding (apparently) helpful ideas, and writing more articles and books which actually support the Bible. This as recently as last year (can you believe it?):

The controversy.

The contention.

We are divided. We are stuck. But you, my friend, can settle it all. There are two simple requirements: Read the rest of this entry »

Open Mic Corner: Gerard brings it.

I'm just saying: it takes a talented guy to use a phrase like "the ooze of oil" in a poem about the grandeur of God and make it work. Read on, read on. airview

God's Grandeur

Gerard Manley Hopkins

The world is charged with the grandeur of God.
It will flame out, like shining from shook foil;
It gathers to a greatness, like the ooze of oil
Crushed. Why do men then now not reck his rod? Read the rest of this entry »

Poem for the Day: Rilke

I Am Much Too Alone in This World, Yet Not Alone

by Rainer Maria Rilke
Translated by Annemarie S. Kidder
I am much too alone in this world, yet not alone
    enough
to truly consecrate the hour.
I am much too small in this world, yet not small
    enough
to be to you just object and thing,
dark and smart.
I want my free will and want it accompanying
the path which leads to action;
and want during times that beg questions,
where something is up,
to be among those in the know,
or else be alone.

I want to mirror your image to its fullest perfection,
never be blind or too old
to uphold your weighty wavering reflection.
I want to unfold.
Nowhere I wish to stay crooked, bent;
for there I would be dishonest, untrue.
I want my conscience to be
true before you;
want to describe myself like a picture I observed
for a long time, one close up,
like a new word I learned and embraced,
like the everday jug,
like my mother's face,
like a ship that carried me along
through the deadliest storm.

English translation, translator's introduction, and translator's notes
copyright © 2001 by Annemarie S. Kidder. Published 2001. All rights
reserved.

I Like Quoting Smart People

Great men are seldom over-scrupulous in the arrangement of their attire. — Charles Dickens

 

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