Wednesday, January 30, 2008
Tuesday, January 29, 2008
E268 today & work this week
Saturday, January 26, 2008
New Blog?
I get concerned sometimes about the depth of a normal high school class, or more so, to what depth students actually absorb a normal high school class; and at what depth, normal college classes actually go into.
I spoke to H this Thursday, and she has a great philosophy when it comes to Survey courses. According to her, and I'd agree, Survey courses are the English department's bread and butter. Which makes perfect sense, really, because students in multiple majors take the survey courses to get credit for graduation. It's one of those area classes. If students love the class and the reading, there's potential for that student to shift their major over to English. She also said, there's been a great decrease in the number of students in the English department; which is to say, there's be a decrease in the number of people majoring in English.
It's not so much that, from a business perspective, I want to increase the number of English Majors. It makes sense. But my desire is to have people love and understand literature as much as I do, or at least a fraction of it. Literature permeates everywhere. There are references everywhere. Which also makes sense if you think about it; after all, where do the English majors go when they graduate? writing TV shows for adults and children; bands; newspapers; magazines; advertisement; etc; etc.
I actually think a great number enter the TV market for cartoons. It's super slick. Just watch a few kid's cartoons, and you'll see what I mean. There's an Arthur cartoon (that, crazy ant-eater kid) all about a Red Wheelbarrow, which is William Carlos Williams over-ly talked about poem. [I say overly talked about, because so much of this work is brilliant, and that poem doesn't even come close to his best works.] Also, the cartoon, "The Kid Next Door." This cartoon is amazing for so many reasons. I'm convinced the writers are genius. The cartoon is riddled with literary allusion and political commentary. Amazing. And there's countless others.
Anyway, literary references are everywhere. And having the tools to recognize the references provide you tools for understanding our culture, which is amazingly layered. [Apparently, "amazing" is the word for the day.]
That being said, I think the Brit Lit focused blog might be helpful to these students. I don't want to water down the reading. I think reading is important. I don't want to water it down either, because I already know they won't do a majority of it. That's their decision. But for the few that do, I want them to get the most out of the class as possible. And in order to get the most out of any class, there's something beyond just a grade that one seeks.
Anyway, we'll see how it goes. I'm still pondering exactly what and how much to cover on the Brit Lit focused blog. But, I see the necessity, after all, I relied on a few of my upper classmen to help close read a poem on Thursday with meager results. Which to me means, I need to step back a bit and re-evaluate what I need to do to get the class where it needs to be.
Well, we'll just wait and see.
Friday, January 25, 2008
Tuesday, January 22, 2008
Monday, January 21, 2008
The Kingdom & Forgiveness
It silenced me again.
The intro was amazing. The opening setup I'd love to show in class; it was extremely well done. But the movie itself... for one, much of the filming was done just like those Jason Borne movies, all shaky and faux amateur-ish. Makes me nauseous. But that wasn't the whole of it.
I don't even think I can explain what bothers me so much about these types of movies. I think it's partly the aspect of real life that's portrayed. This crap isn't fake to me. All the people involved; all those killed, regardless of reason or purpose. And I don't mean, "Oh, those terrorists; how dare they?!" I mean the death on both sides. The injustice on both sides, and worse yet, that each side acts with such a sense of justice. It's a disgusting circle. And these movies make me feel so helpless in the exchange. And at the same time, I feel like these movies also exploit the situation, the fear, etc. I get that the movie is trying to make a statement; but to what end? What can a piece of Hollywood film really do?
There can be nothing; there can be no hope, without forgiveness. And how can there be forgiveness when the blood is so fresh; when the anger and pain and hatred are so deep?
It reminds me of I book I read some years ago called The Burden of Memory, The Muse of Forgiveness by Wole Soyinka. In it, he tries to discover a solution to all the pain and suffering caused by so many years of colonialism and the results of time after such a mining of culture, language, people. He writes, in the essay “Reparations, Truth, and Reconciliation”:
“When a people have been continuously brutalized, when the language of rulers is recognized only in the snarl of marauding beasts of prey and scavengers, the people begin to question, mistrust, and then shed their own humanity and, for sheer survival, themselves become predators on their own kind” (80).
I think this is an important statement; but, I think it’s more important again to distinguish that I’m not saying this statement applies to only one side or the other: it’s both and all. It’s also important to distinguish this isn’t a binary. It isn’t ‘us’ versus ‘them’; or ‘them’ versus ‘us.’ It’s ‘us’ and ‘us.’ As humans. As living beings.
And this statement applies in so many different ways. D, I know you understand this in a completely different and personal way. The way in which a victimized and hurt child might take snails and cover them in salt, or throw them one by one at passing cars. Empowered through the pain inflicted on another. No matter how small; no matter how trivial.
But it’s the same: the father in pain inflicting pain on the child; the child in pain inflicting pain on another child or living thing. I know this is how it was for me.
But I don’t know where forgiveness starts. It starts perhaps in somewhere equally painful; where the one in pain cannot take more and must forgive in order to heal. This is what sucks. How can you tell someone, “Yeah, you hurt now. No, hurting another won’t make you feel better; you’ll only feel better if you say you’re sorry to those you hurt; if you forgive those who hurt you.” It sounds ridiculous. It is ridiculous.
Soyinka has more to say on the issue. He says that Truth must be admitted. That is, what really happened. Full confession. Full admission. On both, on all, sides. But he continues:
“Truth alone is never enough to guarantee reconciliation. It has little to do with crime and punishment but with inventiveness—devising a social formula that would minister to the wrongs of dispossession on the one hand, chasten those who deviate from the humane communal order on the other, serve as a criterion for the future conduct of that society, even in times of stress and only then, heal. Memory—of what has been, of acts of commission or omission, of responsibility abdicated—affects the future conduct of power in any form. Failure to adopt some imaginative recognition of such a principle merely results in the enthronement of a political culture that appears to know no boundaries—the culture of impunity” (81-82).
What kills me about this is that it isn’t some strange or foreign concept. We’ve learned the same thing time and again throughout history, but we always fail to actually learn and understand what it means. Bottom line: we remember our past, which is oftentimes that factor that dooms us to repeat it.
You’ve heard the phrase before, “We must learn about our past, else we are doomed to repeat it.” However, this is a many formed thing. If we use that memory to remember the wrongs against us, from our past, we are doomed to repeat them. But also, if we don’t learn and concede to the wrongs we have done others in our past, we are doomed to repeat them.
It’s like world war one. Germany got its ass kicked. It had no choice but to concede to any and all demands made on it, no matter how ridiculous and harsh. The end of the war put Germany is such a strain that world war two resulted. I’m not saying that world war two was Germany’s doing; I’m saying that much of the damage done during world war one caused much of the spark and fodder for the second world war.
It’s not a “If they forgive us, then maybe I’ll forgive them” situation. Nor is it, a “Forgive us? Screw you, we did nothing wrong” situation.
It demands an amazing change in consciousness and perspective. An amazing ‘humanism’ that I think ‘we’ as humans are capable of, but I’m not sure how this can happen. So many of us would have to change so quickly.
And the worst part of this, even if/when this great change occurs, and some great people navigate and invent this peace, there will be those who condemn this change and there will be those who praise it for the wrong reasons. After all, even peace is considered ‘suspicious.’ In all too much doctrine, the ‘one’ who brings ‘great peace’ is called the ‘antichrist,’ which brings open a whole new can of worms.
I know people who are excited about that terrible crap going on in the world, because to them, the world is closer to its end; and to them, they are closer to entering the gates of heaven. I can’t believe that. I won’t believe that.
We need a strong dose of humanism; a mighty dose of humanism. And this dose requires more than its fair share of forgiveness. A willingness to forgive; but equally important, a willingness to take responsibility. Only then is true change possible.
How can we do this with more than words?
Saturday, January 19, 2008
Friday, January 18, 2008
Syllabus done; One to go
I finally finished the syllabus for the British Literature Survey course I start teaching next Tuesday; I'm posting one of my favorite pictures of Beckett, taken by one John Minihan as a small celebration gesture. John Minihan is the man when it comes to Beckett photography.
I still have my Poetry Workshop syllabus to figure out, but that one's not as intensive. It's equally as fun, but it's a bit different.
Both classes will be intense, but brilliant.
I'm hoping to get a great deal of writing and reading done this semester, and I'm hoping I can figure out how to balance everything with work (at least better than I have been doing). Teaching is work, but it's different. It's like my writing and research; it's what I'm supposed to be doing. It has purpose. It has value to me. Work does not. It's meaningless; and I guess it's more meaningless because I don't place a great deal of value on it. Yet, I don't want to. I don't want to subtract from the worth I give my "real" work (my writing). Teaching lends to my writing; teaching results from my writing. This isn't to say my writing is didactic. I find no value in that. It's just to say, teaching flourishes for me because of my habit of writing and reading and research. It's a byproduct. But not some unpleasant toxic kind that you form a government policy over to have the seeping barrels of toxic goo sent to a large desert way out in the BF region of the world to store so it might leak into the ground water and cause three eyed fish, and large men with donut eating habits to watch over the sludge while their skinny old boss has his lacky Smithers....anyway.....that being said...Good Night.
Tuesday, January 15, 2008
Tea and the Interior
"It's not life that matters, it's the courage that we bring to it."
Nice, eh? Very enjoyable. And the tea is brilliant as well; delicious and calming and it smells awesome.
Also, grabbed a book off my shelf I discovered. (Which is to say, I discovered the book. I purchased it a while back but had forgot about it til now.) And glancing through the first few pages discovered a slick set of lines that somehow feel well timed, in one way or another [D, I think you might agree]:
"The poem suggests a sense of elemental loneliness, as though the poet lived in some far wilderness rather than at the edge of a bustling, burgeoning city, and it leaves an aftertaste of sabi, a word that comes from sabishisa, loneliness. But sabi means far more than mere 'loneliness' as we think of it: it means essential aloneness. In Zen, sabi is a condition of utter individualization achieved through solitary, egoless meditation. There is no ego in the poem. No one's there. The reader must project him- or herself into the flow of language and image in order to experience the poetry firsthand" (Narrow Road to the Interior xvi).
Isn't that brilliant? I especially love the aspect, "There is no ego in the poem," because this is exactly how I feel about poetry when I'm working to achieve the poem's absolute potential, it's absolute integrity. It's not about ego; it's something more and less at the same time. It's refreshing to see it written somewhere. Refreshing to have a slight glimmer of where I need to explore to discover just how far my writing needs to continue. I don't mean this in terms of a progression, but rather as, again, an opening up. A means of unleashing absolute potential. Not the flower, but it's fragrance. Not the pink of the petal, but the blend of shadow and brilliant light, the space between which absolute being is possible. The bend, the bow, the void; yes, we're back to that. It's in that space that actuality is possible. The poem as more than poem. The image as more than poem. The being-ness. A glimpse of absolute like a drop of dew frozen.
Monday, January 14, 2008
Jonny Boxhead
Sunday, January 13, 2008
British Lit Survey
The Brit Lit Survey syllabus is a bit more intensive to map out because of the logical progression skeleton I'd like to have. If I set this right, everything will fall into place. I'm going to enjoy this class quite a bit.
The Workshop should be awesome. It usually is. This semester I'm focusing quite a bit on narrative and how narrative is created in a manuscript. However, narrative does not imply an "I" that permeates the text and dictates the "story." It's something very much other. We're also looking at several works that maintain this odd sort of narrative, while at the same time questioning what poetry is and how poetry functions. Is poetry necessarily this thing written in verse, or is it something other? Can it disguise itself as prose, as fiction, as non-fiction? It should be fun, and also has interesting ramifications on the manuscripts I hope to be working on in full force during that time.
Anyway, just thought I'd let you know what I was up to. This break has gone too fast; it always does.
Friday, January 11, 2008
Tuesday, January 8, 2008
I Am Legend
Finished (and yet didn't finish) reading I Am Legend last night. I say finished because I did, and yet I say didn't finish because the book I Am Legend consists of several stories, of which "I Am Legend" is one.
So, I finished the story, but not the book. Don't know that I want to finish the rest of the book. I'm not really interested right now. The stories read like those stories you see on Tales from the Crypt. Just not my cup of tea right now.
I did however read the story following "I Am Legend" that my brother recommended. This story was called "Buried Talent" and was exceptionally bizarre; it was about some random dude in a wrinkled suit that goes to the ping pong ball and fish bowl booth at the fair. I'll leave it at that for those of you who haven't read it.
Regarding "I Am Legend": I didn't know what to really feel about this story. I'm not going to go into elaborate detail about the story because it frustrates me when people ruin books and movies. They always say something like, "Oh, that book is great, the guy [fill in the blank here] in the end." Or, "Are you to the part yet where the kid dies?" Or, "You probably won't see it so...[elaborate retelling of story complete with sound effects]." Or, "I couldn't believe she died at the end." Or, etc...
I'm still trying to deal with accidently finding out what happens at the end of A Tale of Two Cities. I was flipping through the channels, stopped on one station for about 10 seconds, but that was all it took. It was one of those movies of teenage angst, slightly old school, which is to say a late 80s if not early 90s take (shoot, it could have been older; I don't know). It was one of those moments when the bad ass kid stands up one day in the classroom and spouts his knowledge making you feel all hunky dory about knowledge's affect on roudy youth. So, this dude says it; yep, says exactly in a small sentence fragment exactly what happens at the end of A Tale of Two Cities. I still haven't gotten over it, because unfortunately, when it comes to books especially, I remember everything.
I guess that goes for movies to. We used to watch a ton of movies as kids, so even now when T filps through the channels, I can spot the movie from a 3 second flicker and tell him what the movie is, who is in it, and whether it's worth watching.
Anyway, so I'll leave my conclusion of "I Am Legend" at this. The story seems to me an odd retelling of Albert Camus' The Stranger. Very bizarre take on it, but still The Stranger nonetheless. (There might be a little of Camus' The Plague thrown in for good measure; but that might be another discussion.) Hands down, The Stranger is better. But kodos to this random and bizarre take on this classic work of existentialism.
Monday, January 7, 2008
Barnes and Nobles Raid
First of all, I hadn't realized Sherman Alexie had published anything recently. He had, so I grabbed Flight. I checked online last night and apparently there's one other he's published recently called, The Absolutely True Diary of a Part-Time Indian. I might order that soon; if I didn't already.
Also, I found a new translation of Stéphane Mallarmé's prose, Divagations. Oh, boy, was I excited. It looks like there's a bunch of stuff I've never read in it. Can't wait to crack that sucker open.
Also, found Margaret Atwood's Oryx and Crake at a delectable $7 for a hardback. Oooo-wee. Jodi excited, I tell you what. I've really really enjoyed Margaret Atwood in the past but haven't indulged in her too much because I'm usually in the middle of a semester or preparing for some paper.
Oh, and I found a hardback of Neil Gaiman's Anasi Boys, which was also in the clearance. Yes, sir-rie.
I grabbed the last book of Paul Auster's I haven't purchased yet; the rest are coming via mail. This one is Moon Palace. Actually, I think I have one more after these that I need to get (Oracle), but I figure the other several will keep me busy for at least a few weeks.
Also found a book of Edgar Allen Poe's prose. I know this one seems random but is connected to the Paul Auster interest.
Also found a couple interesting and random books. One called The Reader: a novel by Bernhard Schlink. I haven't heard of this writer nor his book, but the title caught my eye, understandably. And the back description only made matters worse:
"Hailed for its coiled eroticism and moral claim it makes upon its reader, this mesmerizing novel is a story of love and secrets, horror and compassion, unfolding against the haunted landscape of postwar Germany.
"When he falls ill on his way home from school, fifteen-year-old Michael Berg is rescued by Hanna, a woman twice his age. In time she becomes his lover. She enthralls him with her passion, but puzzles him with her odd silences. The she inexplicably disappears.
"When Michael next sees her, he is a young law student and Hanna is on trial for a hideous crime. But as he watches her refuse to defend herself, Michael gradually realizes that his former lover may be guarding a secret she considered more shameful than murder."
I'm not sure about the last two paragraphs, but the first one has me intrigued beyond measure. Except maybe for the "coiled eroticism"; that part makes me want to cover the back cover with my hand over that part when I'm reading it. But, the reader/writer/narrator connection is too interesting not to read, as it reminds me of Whitman and has much to do with my research on Beckett, and my manuscripts as well.
This also interests me because of the possible connection to Postwar Germany, which also plays into my research in various ways.
Also found another random one that seems interesting. This one is called red earth and pouring rain by Vikram Chandra. The title for one is really awesome. Hints to me of the poetic language that might be in the book, and part of the back is interesting: "an eighteenth-century warrior-poet (now reincarnated as a typewriting monkey)..." Already reminds me of an episode of Futurama; if you know Futurama, you know what I'm talking about, hat-wearing genius monkey and all.
Also, I found a book by Anton Chekhov that I wasn't aware of, not that I'm overly familiar with his work, because I'm not. This one is called Sakhalin Island and is apparently travel non-fiction written by Chekhov when he was 30. The back describes it better than I can; especially as I haven't read the book yet:
"In 1890, the thirty-year-old Chekhov, already knowing that he was ill with tuberculosis, undertook an ardous eleven-week journey from Moscow across Siberia to the penal colony on the island of Sakhalin.
"Highly valuable both as a detailed description of the Tsarist system of penal servitude and as an insight into Chekhov's motiviations and objectives for visiting the colony and writing the expose, Sakhalin Island is a haunting work which had a huge impact both on Chekhov's career and on Russian society."
I'm intrigued in this work also because of the research I'm doing for the first section of my thesis.
All in all, makes me eager and excited to finish reading I am Legend; but at the same time, I want to take my time through The Book of Lost Things by John Connolly. I started reading this yesterday after finishing The Brooklyn Follies, and oh boy, it's amazing. I plan on buying another copy soon and sending it to an unsuspecting individual; maybe several copies to several unsuspecting people. Yeah, that good.
Anyway, hopefully I can indulge for at least another week. However, I'm wanting to finish figuring out my classes soon. I'm super excited about that too. Can't wait. Seriously.
Thursday, January 3, 2008
Wednesday, January 2, 2008
Interesting timing
However, what I find really interesting is the timing of this article alerting the public to the dangers of lack of sleep, because today's article talks about a magical nasal spray that will eliminate sleepiness.
Lack of sleep = sleepiness = magical nasal spray = not sleepy = no diabetes?
Whatever, it's just funny; here's the article on lack of sleep = diabetes: http://www.medicalnewstoday.com/articles/92854.php
Here's the article on magical nasal spray: http://www.wired.com/science/discoveries/news/2007/12/sleep_deprivation?mbid=yhp