My students think they have all the answers. If they don't have the answers, they think they can look them up online and get those answers with 100% accuracy. Their poems have all the answers, too:
1. The couple gets together or they don't.
2. A young person dies and eventually the family moves on.
3. The man in the poem ultimately realizes that he is to blame for all his own misery .
Ah, the speed of our culture! How easy to get to a resolution . . . how readily available our answers, yes?
Well, today I won't be preaching from the pulpit in the Church of Closure. Today, Keats is my pal. . .
I've been reading poems written by my students and many of them veer towards the slamming door. Today we'll be working towards mystery-making. Let's be baffled, unsure, and uncertain today.
In other news, there is no other news. I'm humming . . . listening for the next poem to smack me up-side the head.
23 hours ago