Thanks, Again
26 Nov 2008 Leave a Comment
in poetry
I came across another favorite poem of mine today and couldn’t believe that I had already posted a thankful poem, and then I thought, “Who says I can’t be thankful and poetic twice?”
Thanks
by W. S. Merwin
Listen
with the night falling we are saying thank you
we are stopping on the bridges to bow from the railings
we are running out of the glass rooms
with our mouths full of food to look at the sky
and say thank you
we are standing by the water thanking it
smiling by the windows looking out
in our directions
back from a series of hospitals back from a mugging
after funerals we are saying thank you
after the news of the dead
whether or not we knew them we are saying thank you
over telephones we are saying thank you
in doorways and in the backs of cars and in elevators
remembering wars and the police at the door
and the beatings on stairs we are saying thank you
in the banks we are saying thank you
in the faces of the officials and the rich
and of all who will never change
we go on saying thank you thank you
with the animals dying around us
our lost feelings we are saying thank you
with the forests falling faster than the minutes
of our lives we are saying thank you
with the words going out like cells of a brain
with the cities growing over us
we are saying thank you faster and faster
with nobody listening we are saying thank you
we are saying thank you and waving
dark though it is
From Migration: New & Selected Poems (Copper Canyon Press, 2005). Copyright © 1988 by W. S. Merwin. Used by permission. All rights reserved.
Thanksgiving
24 Nov 2008 2 Comments
in poetry
Truth be told, there are not many poems I like that are ostensibly about Thanksgiving, but I wanted to post a poem to leave you with over the week, and to keep in my own mind as we meet up again with friends and family. I found this gem by Lucille Clifton, former poet laureate of Maryland, which is a poem about lowercase-t-thanksgiving, certainly, but also a pretty inspiring invitation. If you are feeling beaten down, or know someone who is, pass it on on this holiday of gratitude and celebration.
won’t you celebrate with me
by Lucille Clifton
won’t you celebrate with me
what i have shaped into
a kind of life? i had no model.
born in babylon
both nonwhite and woman
what did i see to be except myself?
i made it up
here on this bridge between
starshine and clay,
my one hand holding tight
my other hand; come celebrate
with me that everyday
something has tried to kill me
and has failed.
Lucille Clifton, “won’t you celebrate with me” from Book of Light (Copper Canyon Press, 1993). www.coppercanyonpress.com
Source: Book of Light (Copper Canyon Press, 1993).
Team of Rivals
23 Nov 2008 1 Comment
in book reviews
The top reader review on Amazon right now for Team of Rivals: The Political Genius of Abraham Lincoln begins by saying, “I feel a bit presumptuous adding the 246th review…” and possibly, this review is presumptuous in a similar fashion. But I recently reread this book, and in light of all the recent comparisons between our President-elect’s cabinet and that of Lincoln’s, I was inspired to read Dors Kearns Goodwin’s great book again, as I’m sure many others were.
If you haven’t read it yet, and are a U.S. history buff, an Obama acolyte, or just curious about all the comparisons, I think it’s a great read. Of course, I’m a U.S. history nerd, raised by a teacher of U.S. history, who has degrees in American Studies, so I’m not exactly impartial, but isn’t that the fun of writing reviews on your own blog? So yeah, I think it’s a great read, with an interesting approach– rather than being a biography of Lincoln (of which there are many), DKG looks at Lincoln in the context of the men who were his major rivals in the 1860 presidential elections, all of whom ended up in his cabinet during his administrations. DKG weaves together the threads of all five men with a clear eye and skillful hand, showing us not only how Lincoln made his incredible rise, but what prevented each of his rivals from gaining the Presidency, and what made him such a great President.
For a modern reader like me, especially in the year 2008 and in light of recent cabinet discussions, the sections of the book dealing with Lincoln and his Secretary of State, William H. Seward, are especially enlightening, and almost eerie at times.
In their time, Seward and Lincoln were viewed as so close, so tightly knit, that the assassination plot that ended Lincoln’s life very nearly took Seward’s as well, as he was attacked in his home by a conspirator of John Wilkes Booth’s the very same night as the murder at Ford’s Theatre. However, in the months and years leading up to the 1860 elections, Seward was a brilliant and charismatic politician from New York who was widely seen as the presumptive front-runner for the nomination. Only on the convention floor did the nomination turn on a dime, towards Lincoln, shocking most of the country. Seward was more radical than Lincoln on the question of emancipation, and they disagreed on fundamental issues, but over time, Seward became so convinced of Lincoln’s wisdom and moral conviction that he became the President’s most loyal counsellor.
One can only hope that there will be a similar evolution in the relationship between Obama and Clinton in this next chapter of our history. However, that’s certainly not the only reason to read this book. I was struck by many of the differences between that time and ours as well– as much as we are grappling with a great economic crisis, at that point in history, the very future of our country was uncertain. Families were dealt terrible blows by both war and illness– the Lincolns lost three of their four sons before the age of twenty-one to illnesses, and Mary Lincoln lost three brothers/in-laws during the Civil War– and statesmen faced terrible choices, sometimes forced to weigh human lives in both hands and decide which was more valued. DKG relates all of this and more in clear and eloquent prose that is comprehensive in its reach and honest in its depth to provide a portrait of a nation in crisis, led by flawed and great men who struggled to hold together a country ripped apart at every seam.
Pour Moi, le Deluge
06 Nov 2008 Leave a Comment
in all about me, teaching
So clearly, I was really swamped there for a while! There are a lot of reasons why I let this blog languish for a month:
The elections, of course, which sucked up a lot of my time and energy. I’m so relieved and grateful that it’s all over, and that history was made in such a thrilling way
Class prep and grading has taken up a lot of my time lately as well. Although I really enjoy the texts I chose for this semester in my college course, I have regretted making those choices on a personal level, because having to redevelop the course really took up a lot of my time. I think I underestimated how much my husband’s starting law school would affect the amount of time I had to spend on work here at home. I’m also teaching a redesigned unit during the day on Catcher in the Rye which has taken up a fair amount of time as well.
Of course, the daily grind of everyday life– Halloween parties, trick-or-treating, bake sales, play dates, cooking meals, doing laundry, staying connected to friends and family. My life has actually been pretty lovely lately, but I do wish I had more time for writing and reading. I’ve been feeling that absence this week especially, as I’ve quit drinking soda and am looking for ways to destress that don’t include carbonation or caffeine. I’m wondering if blogging more, instead of less, might be the answer after all.
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