Sunday, October 16, 2005

so much for week one hundred ... see you on the other side ...

posted at 10:05 PM

seems i'm just a little behind the times ... so to speak ... ends of quarters get tougher & tougher ... why is that?

i'm done counting seniors ... about to count sophs ... and there are few piles of paper to deal with yet ... the end is in sight ... and my throat is very sore ... still

posted at 11:03 AM

and the booker goes to ......

posted at 11:00 AM


Saturday, October 15, 2005

to mark the birthday of italo calvino ... i post some sentences from seniors as they finished reading If on a winter's night a traveller ... they sound like high school students ... imagine that ... and they go like this ...

This book had some ups and downs for me.
If you think about it we get some kind of closure in the end--the reader finally gets the girl.
This novel allowed me to realize how readers read and writers write.
I found that during this novel I had to finish so many of my own stories that I actually ended up writing (or imagining) about half of the book.
I'm probably going to have to reread a few parts of it before I can come to a real conclusion about it.
I agree that it had ups and downs, (the whole Aguitanian infiltrating infiltrators chapter bugged me to no end), but looking back on it, I can only think of it with positive feelings.
I was sort of annoyed by the ending because for me the book didn't really end.
Give me some free time and a quiet space to read, and I will probably enjoy the book alot more.
This book ended up being probably one of my favorite books I have read for a school assignment.
I understand that the unfinished parts of the book helped to emphasize the overall message that reading is never ending, but I just wish that I could somehow get my hands on the ten endings to the ten unfinished novels.
It is the kind that really keeps you on your toes.
I began to feel a bit desensitized by the lack of endings.
Either way, like Novakov said, make no generalizations about what a book should be like or what it is like, and I think along with that statement should also be, Make no assumptions and have no expectations.
It was a far stretch from my favorite Wall Street Journal and boring nonfiction reading that most people who are fond of novels would find incredibly boring.
But as the book went on, I found that I liked the book for most of the reasons that others hated it.
I gave up totally understanding it pretty early on, this did not determine my enjoyment, however.
I am not the most diligent and attentive reader, ... so if a plot gets too complicated, confusing or mind bending, I am inclined to not like it.
When I see people saying they liked the book, I wonder if they liked the story, or liked the meaning that they got out of it.
And, while I give Calvino credit for putting the named chapters in so we could see what the Reader in the novel was reading, I found those sections to be more distracting than helpful.
Serious points for originality, first of all, because I've never read a book quite this interactive before.
So, in fact, it is probably my fault I didn't enjoy it because I went against Nabokov's rule of coming to a novel with no preconceived expectations.
It doesn't really make sense to me that all of the named chapters lacked "traditional" endings, but then the conclusion of the novel as a whole provided the ultimate closure.
The setup of the book kept me interested and was nice to get a different angle.
Calvino was able to force me into playing the game he created with this story without me realizing what he was doing.
It's purposes were to frustrate and confuse and to somehow personify that frustration into a novel.
I probably would have liked to hang out with Calvino though. He was probably a really cool guy.
I was so caught up in analyzing the thing that I never really asked myself whether I liked it or not.
The characters in the numbered chapters just got on my nerves, and the weirdness of it by the end really bugged me.
I thought it was lovely.
The only thing I did not like the book was that it confused me.
I understand the general gist of things--the reader's on a quest for the book and Ludmilla..., but I'm pretty sure I missed a lot.
I must say this is one of the first papers that I have enjoyed writing, the thinking, and processing that the book puts you through is so ... well I guess I could describe it as exhillerating.
I really enjoyed this book, it was so different than any book I've read, and I love finding books completely original and even weird or mind-warping.
This book was perfect for a person like me. I tend to have a very short attention span at times.
It seems to me that some of what calvino was doing was purely so that he could say "look how different i'm being."
I pretty much hated this book.
Calvino definitely wins the originality prize; however, I felt no emotional connection to this book whatsoever.
Personally, i had some issues with the book.
As I was reading, I could tell that he had fun writing the book, so I tried to have fun too.

posted at 9:25 PM

Portland State University, Portland, Oregon. Department of English, List of Internet Sites: JOURNALS and COMMUNITIES

posted at 10:55 AM


Friday, October 14, 2005

my harold pinter anecdote ... i've been telling this to my classes so i might as well tell it to the world ... i've never met harold pinter ...

but in my soph year at marquette my best friend convinced me to try out for a student-directed production of something or other ... his attempt i believe to help get me something like a life ... as it went i got the part & he didn't ... i played what's his name ... the truckdriver husband in pinter's The Room ... which meant i was onstage nearly the whole time ... had virtually no lines to memorize ... and i got to commit bloody murder before the lights went down ... altogether great fun ...

... and i kept a kindness in my artistic soul for anything pinter from then on ... despite the fact that i never ever understood hardly anything he wrote ... well ... never understood to the degree that i could write a paper on it ... but his stuff was like music to me ... i didn't need to formulate it ... had a ton of his books (where are they now? left behind on one of those moves) ... did Silence as a directing class exercise ... finally saw a professional production in 76 ... richardson & gielgud in No Man's Land at the kennedy center ...

posted at 7:29 PM

U B U W E B :: 365 Days Project

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Thursday, October 13, 2005

posted at 8:41 AM

Harold Pinter wins Nobel Prize for Literature

posted at 8:40 AM


Wednesday, October 12, 2005

the tom beckett issue of MiPOesias Magazine ... unveiled ... thoughts to follow

posted at 8:47 PM

a day without students (mostly) ... helped all morning in a room of juniors with the PSAT ... then the afternoon with two colleagues ... trying to do our duty with the sophomore UbD document ... uncovering more complexities (& complications) ... what it is ... could be ... should be ...

and it seems the old z-pack anitbiotics of last week have only pushed the buggers out of sight for awhile ... today is day 10 of that round and yesterday the sore throat bounced back all happy to be here ... i been trying to ignore it with a bit of motrin ... which also keeps my recent sensitive dental work under control ... and maybe helps a little with the knee ... i wish it would also help me with this pile of paper that needs processing ... and these classes that need planning ... but i'm not complaining ... not a whine to be heard around here tonight

posted at 7:54 PM

The Comer Archive of Chicago in the Year 2000

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Tuesday, October 11, 2005

tjblug 1 ... week one ... kinda scarey

posted at 7:31 PM

just remembered that this week marks the 100th week of operation of this journal blug ... such as it is ... thought i might try to post a hundred times this week ... but i don't think that's going to happen ... not a hundred times ... possibly not even a hundred words ... cuz it's the last week of the first quarter & i'm kinda swamped ... as they say ... somewhere

posted at 7:24 PM

Thomas Merton for the week:

Love is the revelation of our deepest personal meaning, value, and identity.  But this revelation remains impossible as long as we are the prisoner of our own egoism.  I cannot find myself in myself, but only in another.  My true meaning and worth are shown to me not in my estimate of myself, but in the eyes of the one who loves me; and that one must love me as I am, with my faults and limitations, revealing to me the truth that these faults and limitations cannot destroy my worth in their eyes; and that I am therefore valuable as a person, in spite of my shortcomings, in spite of the imperfections of my exterior 'package.'  The package is totally unimportant.  What matters is this infinitely precious message which I can discover only in my love for another person.  And this message, this secret, is not fully revealed to me unless at the same time I am able to see and understand the mysterious and unique worth of the one I love.

From Love and Living by Thomas Merton
Edited by Naomi Burton Stone and Brother Patrick Hart
(San Diego: Harcourt Brace Jovanovich, Publishers, Inc. 1979)

via The Thomas Merton Foundation

posted at 7:17 PM

Uncle Remus

posted at 9:39 AM


Monday, October 10, 2005

nasturtiums have been booming lately...

posted at 7:41 PM

just discovered ...

xerocracy ... The rules of poetry as derived from whatever I happen to be reading. i being the ever-worthy malcolm davidson ...

and ...

irrelevant juxtapositions ... because jim has a way of saying really kind things about my pomes ...

posted at 5:00 PM


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