Sunday, February 06, 2005
real nice notice... really. encouraging.
notice... for fyp
... over at fait
... thanks nick
What I don't understand is why a dog
approaching a pillar with a sense of purpose should be a horror.
on not enjoying Jacob's Room...
Thank goodness Virginia Woolf
is long gone and can't churn out crap like this anymore. I find
nothing special about her writing, or very interesting for that
matter...her style is just different. Just because something is
confusing and you have to re-read to look into the meaning does
not make the piece of literature great; in fact, it takes so much
time because she writes so poorly - in short, it blows.
Woolf's writing is very circular
and tiring. I can't even count the number of times I fell asleep
reading this trash of a novel. Though some descriptions are done
wonderfully, they unfortunately are like needles in haystacks
throughout the book. There was no story or anything remotely thrilling
about this - she wrote about ordinary, boring things and gave
them less-than-oridnary descriptions. Shame on Woolfe for ruining
AP English classes.
does a teacher begin... where should this teacher have begun...
wherever it was, it wasn't the right spot for this student...
i have no problem with a student not liking any particular title
in the course... but... i guess... it's the "writes so poorly"
that gets me...
But, even if I
didn't understand what was happening half the time, I love the
way Woolf writes. She has the most beautiful sentences I think
I've ever read. Even if I have no idea what they mean, I enjoy
reading them. I remember one sentence in AROOO about seeing a
goldfish in the pond, which had no consequence whatsoever to the
book, but was wonderful to read nonetheless. Her writing feels
Saturday, February 05, 2005
just arrived... davenport's the hunter
on g stein's
difficult work... To read it we need to find a part of our
brain that we have never used, where the synapses are differently
this of course
is true of so much... more... beyond ms. s... the strangeness
and ordinariness of being here on any day... for example
each poet have to justify his or her own style?
he? doesn't she? ... not if he's a lazy poet... like me
does it mean the poem gets the final
word on the life...
mean the poem is a deep mirror of the life...
does it mean that the poem eventually sooner or
later comes to hug the life...
again... The structure of a poem ultimately
involves the structure of the life around it.
i like that ultimately involves leaves a
lot of wiggle room... which i always need... wiggly me...
... and in my mindlessness... i forgot to note the appearance
of a robin in the snow... last week... mattered so much for a
moment... soon forgot...
Friday, February 04, 2005
... lots and lots of poet faces (via hotel
and... in class discussion of faulkner's
as i lay dying
... one student wonders, "will we be
reading a book without hicks in it next?"... some hint of
The Prejudice Against Country People
... in fact,
i think the next book will be berry's... (he types with a wicked
interested to find in a re-reading of
terrence des pres' essay "Writing into the World" (1985)
that he's taking on wendell berry... briefly in a (brief) discussion
of carol bly's work... he says
bears witness to the untoward givenness of things nearby; she
works to reveal a weave of life and custom that constitutes, to
her amazement and dismay, a whole hard world. By contrast, Berry
develops a program; he aims to endorse an American version of
pastoral complete with noble savage.
and a little later he writes...
Bly's writing, in consequence, possesses a hard-edged
dignity not to be found in Berry or Perrin.
i imagine that he found something like an ideology
in berry's work... a "program"... which interferes with
the seeing of facts... the "noble savage" feels like
a crack at berry's "good country people"... i don't
know... they aren't all that perfect... and no "hard-edged
dignity"? but des pres goes on...
My claim for an aesthetic of witness goes no further
than this: Worldly writing depends on the imaginative energy facts
inspire--and it goes without saying that not everyone is moved
to creation by facts. I should add that one's reaction to factual
situations is usually also ethical; depending on the degree of
threat of unpleasantness confronted, moral response can be a potent
force in the kind of writing that, as I like to say, announces
against. And finally, in work of this kind the writer's need to
know, to have information at hand, is more than useful; for prose
of witness, knowledge is one's job's first duty. To see what is
there, imagination must have concrete points of entry.
i can't help holding these thoughts
up beside 1) my own apprec iation of both berry's and des pres'
work, 2) my own writing at fyp, and 3) a nagging itch to consider
what i'm doing at fyp in light of berry's aesthetic... as expressed
in his standing by words... it's all a jumble now... but
i'm wondering if there isn't some common ground to be found...
as when berry writes in "Notes: Unspecializing Poetry"
The structure of a poem ultimately
involves the structure of the life around it.
... pause to consider ...
Thursday, February 03, 2005
& mike's piece down below vibrates with
this piece of a poem by carolyn forche posted at chris
murray's tex files
problem is not your life as it is
not that your hands, as you
tell me, are tied
to do something. It is
that you were born to
an island of greed
and grace where you have this
of yourself as apart from others. It is
not your right to feel powerless. Better
than you were powerless.
You have not returned
to your country,
but to a life you never left.
more environmental wisdom from a carmel
senior in today's daily
by recycling more
blessings of the 20th century created a mentality across America
of taking things for granted. This mind-set could now become a
curse foreshadowing our doom, resulting from environmental neglect,
resource mismanagement and overproduction.
The plague becomes apparent through dilemmas suburbanites
now face including coyote attacks, contaminated water supplies
and most recently the garbage removal questions described in a
Jan. 15 article ("Room for trash wasting away"). The
article discussed possible solutions to ease the overfilling of
Illinois' landfills, but it forgot to mention why the problem
is so bad in the first place and the methods of limiting excessive
of waste produced here in the suburbs is a shameful display of
disregard for what we have. We abuse the garbage removal service
by ridding ourselves of electronics, furniture, clothes, books,
appliances, etc. that may still serve their purpose but are just
unwanted, as we succumb to the frenzy of buying new. Meanwhile,
overseas factories mass-produce more stuff that is again disposed
of shortly after arriving in the United States.
And what about our inner longings for convenience
and shiny packages? Plastic wrappers, containers, boxes and lids
will sit in landfills for centuries before they are broken down.
Corporations should make a stronger effort to package products
with only biodegradable or recyclable components.
Responsibility rests in the hands of consumers as
well. Exerting a little energy by recycling garbage will pay off
in the future. Many household items that are still usable can
be donated to organizations serving Lake County's needy, who will
put things to use much more efficiently than a garbage truck.
Home composters also are available for decomposing food waste
Aluminum cans and
other metal can be exchanged for cash at scrap yards, where they
are melted down and reused. There are so many options in reducing
the amount of trash sent off to landfills. The only excuses for
running out of room are our own laziness and carelessness.
Only by becoming more environmentally
conscious and less wasteful can we reverse this pathetic trend.
Wednesday, February 02, 2005
the International Edible Book Festival
... (via Crag
Hill's poetry scorecard
Edible Book Festival is a yearly event that takes place on April
1 throughout the world .This event unites bibliophiles, book artists
and food lovers to celebrate the ingestion of culture and its
fulfilling nourishment. Participants create edible books that
are exhibited, documented then consumed.
Tuesday, February 01, 2005
Monday, January 31, 2005
the teaching life. what is it. you gotta wonder sometimes. but
these other lives.
the self-publishing life has been fun.
and the wendell berry life has been on a breather
after finishing the first round of this
individual book title project
the index life is kicking back in a bit. from the fyp stuff and
more thinking about it.
murphy family life is some kind of ground swampy and solid. the
carmelite life is. a mad mystic trip. the cat life is fuzzy and
snowing cat confetti.
fyp life is resolute. ready to jump into year three pretty soon.
wondering what direction. re-reading so much from 03 lately reminds
me that try as one might to lose or remake oneself something tougher
than will will have its way. if you are only one person there
is only one way to say. and say again.
Lost World of John Clare
variety of endowments and trust funds set up for him by patrons,
Clare remained near the poverty level throughout his life. However,
he never launched into economic diatribes. Instead, the strength
of his 'peasant poetry' is a recurring lament of a different sort,
namely, the changes taking place in the countryside of England
during his lifetime, as the Enclosure Laws were enacted to eliminate
common pasture land, and the fencing and hedging of private property
forever altered the rural landscape.
in 2.5 minutes the sophomores will rush
in to recite their memorized emily dickinson poem... i will listen
and score... listen... and score... remembering that i am eating
too much chocolate lately and too much pasta last night... things
are bright here at school today for a monday... bright... but
why did some ap seniors not read the assignment... why not...
they say they have "a life"... whatever that might be...
since when does having a life become a reason not to live... more
completely... in literature... i just don't get it... last night
in the restaurant i turned from the two televisions running simultaneously
up by the ceiling and said to dom... people really really like
sports don't they... they do... bell... sophomores... dickinson...
check out the waaaay cool snowode from
... just wonderful
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