Amanda returns tonight. Touches down in East Boston at 8:56.
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Read & discussed Jordan Davis' poem "W" in a Brit Lit class today. "Brit Lit?," you ask. "Yes," I answer. "W" deals (humorously & seriously, I think) w/ many theories about monsters. & in the Brit Lit curriculum here at GHS we teach _Beowulf_, _Grendel_, _Lord of the Flies_, _Frankenstein_ as well "Tyger" & "The Second Coming" (though most teachers only dabble in the poetry).

(Ach! the poem is back in my classroom; I'm typing in the copier room during my prep block. {Since this is the last block of the day there's no more prep to be done, though plenty of grading.}) In any case the poem is polyvocal (no single narrator it seems or no single occasion for narration perhaps) & so offers the students a bit of a challenge, but no one they were unwilling to take up. The discussion was heartening. They were willing to talk about the different tones of the different narrators. (Or perhaps one narrator w/ many tones. As a romantic, I'm tempted to read J.D.'s poems this way.) This possibility was in fact enormously helpful to them in understanding/experiencing the poem. (Understanding implies a kind of *answer* that I'm not sure the poem gives.) Maybe I'll have a chance to talk more specifically about the poem later but I thought I'd jot down a few things about a specific poem I like (& teach) so maybe others could do the same.

Also if non-bloggers want to write a little informal response to a particular poem, I could post said responses here.

Off to a school newspaper meeting, my next teacherly task.

slan,
j.c.

At GHS late grading papers.
Would like to hear more about the Friday & Saturday readings at Waterstones from those who were there. New poems from Mr. Bouchard? Was tired & disturbed by the world Saturday. A good day to stay in Gloucester. Sad to miss the poems. In better spirits on Sunday & am glad not to have stayed home. Many thanks to all who made the day. Many thanks to the weather too. Thanks to my students for not lynching me when I came in without all their essays graded. When I return home I'll finish rereading Midwinter Day lent to me by Tim Peterson. Many thanks to Tim. Many thanks to yesterdays Wordsworth readers.
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$.02
Finally got around to checking out the Boston Comment stuff. (Yup I know I'm behind. Look at the date of my last post.) The Post-Post Dementia essay gets downright silly when discussing Christina Mengert's poem in Slope.
Here's the poem

Is an axle's excavation
an axiom's inversion
that muzzles
the ventriloquist breath

of a nipple. The revolving door
of its throat.

Though Houlihan says words don't matter in Mengert to my eye & ear they seem chosen quite purposefully. Houlihan says "revolving" might just as well be "sliding," etc. But what then about the "axel"? (& its suggestion also of "axle")? She says "throat" might just as well be "scalp"; what then of the "breath"? I'm not going to argue that it's a great poem but to say that the word choices are random & meaningless is just plain silly.

So I propose, bloggers of the ghost city, that we--I guess me too--take a bit of time to talk about some poems we like, love, find pleasure in, find x in, etc. What is it that we see there? Dementia?
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I've only recently been able to listen to The Smiths again. For many years the music too painfully reminded me of adolescence & young adulthood--all my shortcomings, cowardice, failures, awkwardness, loneliness, misunderstandings, delusions, etc. But now I can hear the music again & I hear it half remembering but half uncomprehending what it was I once heard, since now the pleasures in the music are quite different than they were then.
To Shin Yu & Aaron: I would like to nominate as anthems of a sort, "Ask" & "Stretch Out & Wait". I should also say that due to my age my first Smiths tape was Strangeways, Here We Come. Because I had it w/ me in England & Scotland at age 16 the music has a particularly lurid sonic glow.

slan,
j.c.