"[I]f I had to live my life again, I would have made a rule to read some poetry and listen to some music at least once every week…The loss of these tastes is a loss of happiness, and may possibly be injurious to the intellect, and more probably to the moral character, by enfeebling the emotional part of our nature." --Charles Darwin
Tuesday, May 1, 2012
Dig and Be Dug
And they love their new word-tools. I learned this year to stop fighting the phones and use my own jiu-jitsu and incorporate them. My wife talks about being in the Look It Up Club back in her school days. Now every student with a smart phone can be part of that club. And if they don't have one, their friend they sit with probably does. If I don't give them something to do with those phones, they'll be texting. Think about that -- they'll be writing. Once our predecessors bemoaned the advent of cheap telephone service as the herald of the end of writing. Now young people can't stop writing; texting, IM'ing, blogging, even e-mailing (although that is very old-fashioned). As long as it isn't official, approved or assigned, they will do that writing.
Not to mention that students today have grown up entirely in the age of rap, in which the most talented rhymers are raking in seven-figure incomes, a fact that must be making Robert Browning and John Keats absolutely furious in their graves, thinking of the bucks they coulda scored in their day. (Robert Burns even wrote pop tunes!)
So perhaps it was predictable, that students would go wild for the wordsmiths, who stir sound and sense into a new Newark gumbo all our own. Special props, however, to one of our most gifted performers in the school, who capped his poetry recitation, with a walk down the auditorium aisle, flower in hand, to ask his long-time squeeze to the prom.
The explosion in the room for that exquisite romantic gesture -- well, there are no words.