Thursday, September 30, 2010

"This shit is NOT poetry!"

After a week shortened
by illness--mine--and reading
that students were
shocked/saddened/confused/pissed off
by my singular

and after having to define
pungent, urgent, discern,
rectitude, rectify, stupefy,
fortified, fixated, elixir,
elliptical, circumstantial, radiate,
lethargy, diligence, chronic,
indifferent, austere, and--for good measure,
and by no invention of my own--
sloppy, as in, "You mean, like
she's got sloppy shit?"

and after explaining
that retarded is verboten
(but, of course,
without using verboten),
and why,

and after defending
poor Robert Hayden
whose shit can NOT be poetry
because it don't even rhyme,

I find myself
on my deck
in my backyard
nursing straight orange juice,
my naked face phototropically
following the late afternoon sun, dreaming
of faraway cabana boys, bottomless
buckets of beer,
and thinking,
Man, he was right:
This shit is not poetry.
There is nothing
here that suggests rhyme, not
now, not


  1. i luff you, greta...

    and that's the most poetic thing I've got.

  2. Good heavens, Greta, don't say "verboten," you'll frighten them. I use my Intro Astronomy class to teach some Greek mythology, and some ancient and modern history, and even some drawing: the students never know any of it, of course, and why not, since they certainly can't do or learn math. (Yes, 57th impressions can be awfully misleading.) What gets me is whenever a student asks, "How many feet are in a mile?" And what really gets me is that it's printed on the exam.

  3. awesome

    I too was sick earlier this week. wtf with their attitudes when you're sick? Some clown who has blown off more classes than he's attended left me a crazy message about how he was going to miss class that day, but came. But since I wasn't there, he now has to miss class Wed. huh? I don't have time to figure out why my being out on Mon mandates that he cut Wed, but at the end, the cherry on the sundae, he tried a Jedi mind trick "So if you were out Monday, I guess that means that today is the review. So I won't miss anything anyway."

    "the review" wtf? It's a 5 point fucking quiz - you expect a 75 minute review for every 5 point fucking quiz? when would we have the time to learn something to review if we needed to review it for 75 minutes at a time in 5 point intervals?

  4. It's not only word-stuff the flakes are ignorant of; it's physical-stuff-stuff too. A proffie friend told me that one of her students was surprised to find that bricks are not made of stone.


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