Obedience
I can almost always hear
a motorcycle somewhere
or train whistle when I
stop to listen.
Mockingbirds, Owls and
Pilated Woodpeckers
punctuating.
Turn on the car radio & say
this next song is just for me
and it turns out that way a
lot.
English Teacher’s Disease.
(ETD) Hidden meanings
galore.
Barbara McClintock leans
in to listen to corn shoots,
working her magical
noblesse oblige
in the whirl
of genetic
science.
Oyez! Oyez! Hark!
Herald angels.
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Ok--pseudo Albert then. Good idea, regardless.
ReplyDeleteIt's like throwing rice at a rhino, however it's said and whoever said it. One of my students wrote: however we think about the kinds of thinking that got us here and might get us out of it, it's still our kind of thinking. Like asking Joe Fish to reconsider his notion of wet.
In this morning's newspaper I read about Conrad Black on the occasion of his new book and return to prison:
ReplyDelete"Ever the historian, Mr. Black repeatedly looks to the great men of history and literature to illuminate his struggle. At various points, he compares his situation to that of Caesar, de Gaulle, the Bataan death marchers, Napoleon, the Romanov, the victims of the French revolution, Job, Isaiah, Arthur Koestler's Rubashowv and the French Marquis in the Second Word War. In some cases, he switches period costumes several times within the same page. Mr. Black is a brilliant writer, but his obsession with history borders on monomania: He seems incapable of tying his shoes or putting milk on his Corn Flakes without the act reminding him, in some way, of the Battle of the Somme or of the Bismarck's duel with the HMS Hood."
(Of course, he is completely innocent and the hero even in this humbling battle.)
You are over my head, Brigitte.
ReplyDeleteO shoot! I thought it was a particularly smart and applicable connection! :)
ReplyDeleteThat's why I'm missing it.
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