As good fortune would have it, and as I now seek the consolation of philosophy to attend to that fortune, every one of my courses had papers due last week, which meant a negotiation between the themes of evaluation– fairness, seeking clues that things are happening, that the tricks of repetition are getting into sentences, and that those that should know better are doing what they should know to do, like place the period in the right place after crediting a source–and the pull of other concerns, such as Tunxis’ New Media program, more writing on space, Gawain, and graphical adventures, and life’s other great possibilities.
I like student writing, but often have to remind myself that writing is an act of disclosure and revealing through a particular form: the essay. And this form can be difficult, especially when students are ppressured into “learning” what they may not be given to learn on their own outside the abstract space of school.
One of the best things I can think of is talking to people and reading what they write. The papers hadn’t come on the same week by design. I had to delay some things, so there you go.
In brilit we will be transitioning from Wyatt to Shakespeare’s Lear, my favorite play. In Contemporary Fiction we will be heading into the worrisome space of violence and war, the irrational, terrifying spaces of the human lifeworld. In writing we will keep writing and in online lit we will be talking another of the great plays, The Tempest.
We don’t know what will happen tomorrow. Water pools on the leaf edges. Life is great.