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Difficult Stuff: Diction, Elit & MOOCs

BorroffBooks

I finished a few other essay books this year….

The Language of the Poet, Verbal Artistry in Frost, Steven’s and Moore by Marie Borroff. Some people would, in fact, find Marie a real bore-off. Ha! This was a very difficult and dry book, literally it’s about classifying and counting words in the poems of its example poets, two notoriously difficult ones. But I actually loved this book (even though I had to read it very slowly) and came out with a deeper understanding about all of these three poets and about what the difference was between diction and syntax (which I’ve never been able to figure out before).

Diction is about word choice, the difference between the words lightness and buoyancy and what meaning changes happen as a result of those word choices or between concrete to abstract synonyms, synonyms that differ in terms of class differences and occasion.

Syntax is about sentence construction and how simple or complicated sentences can get. When someone says, “I couldn’t follow his syntax” (which I do all the time with Wallace Stevens poems), they usually mean the subordinate clause and verb layers are too complicated to make sense of. In writing class they would tell us to break those monster sentences up into shorter sentences for easier digestion. But for some poets, the fun of the thing is trying to push a sentence to its limits. And that’s okay.

HammondLiterature in the Digital Age by Adam Hammond

This is now my favorite book on the current affairs of digital literature. It’s so concise and yet the most expansive book on the subject. And it’s so friendly and reasonable!

Hammond starts with a historical review of the criticisms and rebuttals of electronic literature (very fairly handled), then moves onto issues of digitizing existing literature (including history around Virginia Woolf’s interest in that area) and issues around accessibility, then moving over into talking about quantitative studies in literature. He ends talking with “born digital” pieces and alterations in our ideas about authorship.

If you hate this subject (kids today!) but what to be literate about it, this is the book for you. If you don’t know anything about it and are elit-curious, this is the book for you. It’s a must have for anybody studying the most contemporary literatures, including narrative video games.

Game Stories

Not video games! I know what you’re thinking. Hammond provided two excellent examples of literary video games, which you can view online as walkthroughs:

StanleyThe Stanley Parable: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=fgmIk_aOCRs

 I loved this branching story, a very literate take on the absurdity of video games!

 

HomeGoing Home: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=jXwuqG3FVNs

The walkthroughs are a big speedy which made me a bit
dizzy so I haven’t finished it but the game is full of things to read and reading is a big part of the game. It’s a story about a missing family in a big shadowy house.

Building storiesI also read the mass of materials known as Building Stories by artist Chris Ware. It comes in a board-game box full of graphic stories of different shapes and sizes (see pic left, click to open in larger size). This is a story about a woman’s life trajectory and a sub-story about bees. The amazing thing is the reading order affects how you understand and "compile" the story in your head, how you decide to order and interact with all the materials, which include a game board artifact.

I decided to read them all from smallest to largest. My friend just randomly picked up booklets to read. I labeled the main character as the woman with one leg because I learned about her leg situation before I learned anything else and I learned about her accident which caused this situation at the very end of my readings. So that was the trajectory my brain designed for the story. My friend labeled the same character “the mother” because that’s what she learned first. The leg situation was never very important to her.  Check out what the whole story looks like:  https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=8uwFGU3w8Hs

Whether or not you feel resistance to non-paper-based stories or computer experiments, the truth is that many of the experiments are often the same between language poets and computer poets: randomness, parataxis, and auto generation. We get it, people matrix! My favorite experiments, however, have moved beyond matrixing or assembling meaning from collage.

Words can come to life outside of paper. Why would a story told through a series of inter-linked blogs or in a game be much different than a paper version in terms of intensity or truth telling? There’s no reason.

MOOC Update: Are Good MOOCs a Thing of the Past

FuturelearnI’ve completed a few new free online classes (or MOOCS) this year: one on William Wordsworth, one on scientist/poet Humprhy Davy (both University of Lancaster classes hosted on FutureLearn) and a Harvard EdX course on Shakespeare.

They were all good in their own way, but I’ve noticed a trend in MOOCs, similar to the trend of tomato sauce cans getting perceptibly smaller year after year.

The original appeal for MOOCS was two things: they could be self-paced and they were free. Plus you get access to people and institutions all around the world. Colleges benefit from showing off their wares a bit and encouraging continuing, public, adult education (especially considering most MOOC offeringss are general education classes or liberal arts (and coding probably). But no one is offering a degree as a result of MOOCs or any kind of college credit for them. But they have the opportunity to collect a great deal of data on you and how you fared through the material, what tools worked and what kind of content was most effective. They study your learning in other words. Plus they gather information through polls, papers and discussion boards.

It seems that either the cost of creating these courses has become an issue or they're just are trying to squeeze more revenue out of a once-revenue-free stream. Lately there’s been a move to monetize these courses but still making they seem free. They first tried this by offering a certificate. But at $50 most students didn’t go for it. What could that certificate be used for? Nothing. It’s just a piece of paper.

Then they started restricting access to grading and discussions (no big deal if you’re taking the course archived anyway). Now the tactic is to put a timer on the days you have access to the class, thereby removing the self-paced feature. Some give you less than a month! And once the time runs out, you lose all access to the class and prior work, including your own comments.

EdxI’ve responded to this by skipping all the interactive features of the classes. Who has time for that? And why give up any data when all the benefits are disappearing? In the Shakespeare class there was a participation check you could only access if you paid for the class, which was absurd because as users we don’t need to verify your own participation. That feature was created for their benefit. Why would we pay for that?

Here’s the thing. I think teachers should be paid. I believe the adjunct system is bankrupting higher education. It’s signaling to everyone that teachers don’t matter. And teachers are literally the product here so institutions devaluing them in salary and benefits in institutional insanity. It also hints at some real gangrene dysfunction in the whole system.

So I’m not opposed to paying something for each class. After all, it takes labor and time to make these things. But at $50 a class, I’m close to the price point for a real live community college class. Not as convenient, sure. But it has sociability benefits and relationship building opportunities MOOCs don't have. So I wouldn't say one is more valuable than the other.

And I’m completely not interested in a monthly or yearly subscription model. Whole years go by where I don’t see classes I want to take. So a subscription plan feels like a waste of money. I want to pay as I go and retain access to work I’ve already done. Since these classes are truly massively attended, Udemy is good platform to study what price-points users will bear. A small amount ($15-25) purchased massively should pay for the creation of the class. Add that to the benefits gained from all of our data and that should be more reasonable for all of us.

But then there’s the tomato can issue, classes are getting really slim: shorter required readings, shorter videos, shorter syllabi. It all makes me wonder if MOOCs have run their course. If they’re truly not providing both students and providers with dividends, what’s the point? I surely don’t want to feel I’m giving up a lot of effort and data. I'm all for data gathering and educational improvements. I just participated in a user study for one of the MOOC to provide feedback on a very cool new tool they had developed. But if there’s no common path for all of us, I’ll just go back to the library or my local college.

A Book About Nursing Home Life

Strangers

I was at my nephew’s graduation in May and picked up this book, The Hands of Strangers by Janice N. Harrington.  Harrington is a faculty member at the University of Illinois. 

Some people I know visit college bookstores for the sweatshirts. This inspired me to collect local poets from college bookstores. U of I was the first college bookstore I’ve been to that did not have a Faculty/Staff book shelf. However, a very friendly book store staff member wandered the whole store to locate books for me by local authors. This book was one of them.

The subtitle of the book is “Poems from the Nursing Home” And as I had just finished “Being Mortal” by Atul Gawande, this book seemed interesting. What should you focus on as you approach end of life? How can you age well? 

This was one of those books I would recommend to everybody. Who doesn't wonder what the end will be like? Who hasn't had a loved one situated in a nursing home? Who wonders if they too will end up in a nursing home one day? 

Reader beware: it can be sad and disturbing, not just living with professional caretakers but the war your body wages with itself.

In the first section I wasn't very engaged. The book is told in first-person-removed on a theme. I thought, eh. Poems were about the daily routines like bed checks and some of the characters of the patients. It's a mild introduction.

But then the second section was a quick decent into the perils of living haunts and end of life drama.  Here's a good sample poem called “Rot.” The poem  “Two”was a sweet poem about friends helping friends. “Reality Orientation Therapy” was about the almost stream-of-conscious absurdity of the attempt to reorient disoriented patients. One of my favorite poems was “Mary Engles” about a woman with nobody to grieve her passing,  a poem inspired by an aide's note after her death: “No book will give her a sentence.” The poem “The Way it Ends” is a heartbreaking romance poem about two married people facing death in the same nursing home.

And then section three is even more harrowing. It's about "rough hands" and not-so-nice nurses and aides. It's also about the failures of the body, like this one, “Mending Wall” about skin and its failures. The end of the poem is downright eerie and yet beautiful.  “Friction’s Flowers” is a poem about bruises.

The Fourth section goes deeper into the body’s violence against itself. “Chart” describes what we’re reduced to as a medical file and “The Divider”  is an unforgettable poem about the final departure. 

She ends with an epilogue of self-assertion, which brings to mind the adage: "As I am, you will someday be." It's a riveting depiction of Dylan Thomas' "don't go gentle into that good night."

Harrington finds surprising eloquence about things like bed sores. She also touches upon class and race and the characters behind care-taking work. She unflinchingly describes what dying is, and illustrates all the perils of the system: including rape, elder abuse and the tactile mess of the job. The worst of it is the indifference. She looks hard for any situational beauty and uses language in amazing ways to show you what happens in a nursing home. 

Pencils and Erasers

Pencil-eraser

 

Recently I came across a poem in The Atlantic called “Pencil” by A.E. Stallings. Go read the poem on The Atlantic site.

And it went so well with my Eraser Manifesto from NaPoWriMo 2019 called “Erasing Labor.”

 

 

 

Erasing Labor

(NaPoWriMo Challenge: April 12, 2019)

“The daughter made herself
an expert in the illness, to erase it
on its own terms: still it stayed, it grew, and as you know
the eraser soon starts disappearing.”
— Albert Goldbarth from “Not Sumerian”

Years ago I began an eraser manifesto
for a collection of my erasers,
all with their soft curves and rolling debris,
all kinds of shapes and function,
those perched atop pencils
and novel, freestanding monuments.

The manifesto is short enough
to be erasable and reads as follows:

Erasers acknowledge, accept and accommodate the idea of failure.

Erasing destroys the eraser.
This has ramifications in social relations.

Corollary of above: to love an object too much
renders it un-usable.

It’s fun to erase but also fun to resist erasing.
And this too has ramifications in social relations.

 

The prompt for that day was to “write a poem about a dull thing that you own, and why (and how) you love it.”

52 Haiku, Week 38

20191128_090629Nothing I planned to do this holiday break quite worked out. Uncharacteristically we had a snow storm that hit on the eve of Thanksgiving. Dinner was postponed and everyone in the city spent the afternoon shoveling snow. 

I also spent the week replacing a car that had been barely totaled from a rear-end collision a few weeks ago. Schedules. Not for the light-hearted.  

The Prompt: The Moment or the Mind

This week's prompt:

"You can have the mind or you can have the moment."
        – Naval Ravikant 

First task is to sit for a meditation on that for 5-10 minutes or however long you feel is good to you.

The Drawing

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My Haiku

…inspired by my drawing:

Always the wind blows
softly through your hair, always,
even in the lull

The Reflection

Sometimes life gets exiting in its string of random moments. Sometimes you just have to ride the wave and let go of the rest of it, the plans, the control. 

Let the whole intention derail and then, what ever spot you've been tossed and landed, what ever snow drift you find yourself hurled upon: enjoy it, pay attention to it. As Herman Melville said, "It is not down on a map. True places never are."

No map got you here! What a blessing!

 

Now your turn.

52 Haiku, Week 37

Things are a bit too busy for what I can handle right now. I feel like I've been buzzing and not in a good way. Stress has also attracted two illness in two weeks.

So I'm looking for ways to clean out, say no, calm down. As much as I want to do everything (and I do), my head is spinning and I have no free time to decompress from all the classes, work stuff, writing projects and house obligations (fall yard cleanup!). And then life stuff: like car accidents and other mishaps. I started cleaning out my office this week and asking myself the tough question: am I going to live long enough to do this crazy idea I had when I was 25? 

The Prompt: Accomplishments

This week's prompt:

"Don't be satisfied with your accomplishments nor be dissatisfied with them."
        – Unknown

First task is to sit for a meditation on that for 5-10 minutes or however long you feel is good to you.

The Drawing

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My Haiku

…NOT inspired by my drawing:

Labor's rituals,
prayers of the task and muscle,
sweat's epiphanies

The Reflection

I feel my drawing and my haiku went in two directions this week, maybe because there was an unintended time gap between them. When I did the drawing I was reflecting on my whole life's achievements boiled down to a tombstone epigraph and how not to take that seriously. Eventual death, in case I don't have 50 more years, also crept into my clean-out decisions this week.

But the haiku was more about life, about how the work is the thing, so much more exciting than the praise or regrets about the final results. My happiest is when I'm embroiled, involved, consumed (and yes, inundated) with the tasks regarding whatever it is I'm trying to do. The biggest accomplishment then would be to keep working on something (until it makes you crazy, I guess).

 

What do you think?

52 Haiku, Week 36

 

Some weeks are harsh. Thursday was like a harsh week in a day! A car accident in the family, one of my aunts passed away after a long illness, and some crazy work stress for the busiest day of the year. I'm kind of deflated right now. I feel like I should watch Terms of Endearment and sob like a cartoon.

But I've been attending a 10-day Narcissism seminar through Sounds True and it's been really mind expanding, the topic taken from many facets so far: workplace, politics, relationships, the larger culture, the spirit…I'm thinking about ways to be in the world differently.

The Prompt: What To Say

This week's prompt:

"A wise man speaks because he has something to say; a fool because he has to say something."
        – Plato

First task is to sit for a meditation on that for 5-10 minutes or however long you feel is good to you.

The Drawing

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My Haiku

…inspired by my drawing:

Bird tweets by day, then
Crickets are prophets, silence
Lies beyond the field

The Reflection

So both death and narcissism were on my mind this week. There's a cemetery up in Harding County where I can see myself in eternal rest. It's flat smack in the middle of the high plains prairie and there's nobody for miles but a few trees and meadowlarks. It feels very much like the afterlife just visiting and the horizon line looks like the great beyond, the unseen future. Many of my aunts and uncles and my grandparents are there "beyond the field." 

And I had nothing for the drawing this week. I was frustrated trying to figure out how to depict silence and then with relief realized a drawing wasn't always necessary. Silence was my drawing. I guess I was struck dumb by the prompt. Sometimes the lack of an answer is an answer.

 

How did you approach this one?

52 Haiku, Week 35

Smartpants

Where have I been? I lost two weeks in there!! Okay, one Friday I just plum forgot to post and then the next week was INSANE. The whirlwind included visitors, covering for someone at work with family care commitments. But so much has been going through my head: new MOOCs, short little trips, the holidays coming, a very sad death in the family just yesterday. So all the things I wanted to talk about came and went like a bird passing through. Did I mention Halloween??

That’s okay. If they were important, hopefully those thoughts will come back.

 

 

The Prompt: What You Think You Know

This week’s prompt:

“Knowledge is learning something everyday. Wisdom is letting go of something everyday.”
        – Unknown

First task is to sit for a meditation on that for 5-10 minutes or however long you feel is good to you.

The Drawing

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My Haiku

…inspired by my drawing:

Leaving is for now
Dropping is for the season
They will all come back

The Reflection

This one is always work-to-do for me, the little Hermione that I can be. But I hear it in other people too: knowledge as a shield, as a way to gain traction in the world, as a way to master (even the word!), a way to elevate yourself above those without the knowledge. Sometimes you can plainly see this working intentionally in people. Other times, it’s completely subconscious.

Which is what makes beginners mind so, so handy. If you think you’re an expert at something: think again. Start over. 

I do this myself with instructional books of poetry. My first thought when I buy a book on how to write poetry (which I’m still doing 35 years in) is disappointment that the book is too “beginners.” I’m ready for the advanced stuff, teacher! Give me the hard stuff. And undoubtedly we get a lot from advanced books which crunch our brains. But I’m always humbled by some little gem hiding out in a beginners book, some perspective I’ve never ever considered. Admittedly if feels tedious at first, but it’s the surest way to true discovery: losing the crutch of the knowing. 

I think this is why teachers love beginners students: because they learn something from them. It’s also why beginner poems are so exciting: they’re freewheeling, and not from rules, but from innocence.

 

Give it a try.

New Nomination for Cowboy Meditation Primer & Cowboy Article

Waterbarrel

I feel somewhat of an anomaly: a fan of movie westerns who is ambivalent about John Wayne. I prefer Sergio Leone movies and their offspring for their complexity and visual sweep. Also, Wayne seems to me a bit of a water barrel with legs. 

Anyway, I came across this article about him in The Atlantic from a 2017 stack I'm working my way through: "How John Wayne Became a Hollow Masculine Icon, The actor’s persona was inextricable from the toxic culture of Cold War machismo" by Stephen Metcalf. 

The article is pre-me-too by a year so it's not about mansplaining or questionable sexism. It's more about John Ford and how their relationship led to a toxic kind of iconography.

"…from the bulk of the evidence here, masculinity (like the Western) is a by-product of nostalgia, a maudlin elegy for something that never existed—or worse, a masquerade that allows no man, not even John Wayne, to be comfortable in his own skin…There was an awful pathos to their relationship—Wayne patterning himself on Ford, at the same time that Ford was turning Wayne into a paragon no man could live up to."

This, I thought, was a brilliant assessment of where were now:

"Schoenberger herself alludes, perceptively, to “functional masculinity,” and if I read her right, this is the core of her provocative argument. Masculinity as puerile male bonding, as toxic overcompensation and status jockeying—this is what’s unleashed when masculinity no longer has an obvious function. Divorced from social purpose, “being a man” becomes merely symbolic. So, for example, robots in factories and drones on the battlefield will only make gun ownership and mixed martial arts more popular. To push the thesis further, as men become less socially relevant, they become recognition-starved; and it is here that “being a man” expresses itself most primitively, as violence."

Does that sound a little like the Incel violence we've been dealing with?

In other news, Cowboy Meditation Primer, has been named finalist in the New Mexico/Arizona Book Awards. Winners to be announced at a ceremony in early November. 

 

52 Haiku, Week 34

20191018_151551This week's prompt is about erasing, which reminds me of erasers, an object I particularly love.

My first eraser set came in a tiny Hello Kitty package when I was four or five years old in 1975 (back when Hello Kitty was new and happily bizarre). I've long since lost that little set but when I started working at CNM years ago I had too much desk space and went on a eraser collecting binge.

Sadly, my collection is crammed into my home office.

Back at CNM I also started an Eraser Manifesto which became a poem earlier this year.

The Prompt: Erasure

This week's prompt:

"Only the hand that erases can write the true thing."
        – Meister Eckhart

First task is to sit for a meditation on that for 5-10 minutes or however long you feel is good to you.

The Drawing

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My Haiku

…inspired by my drawing (it's a vinyl record, but it looks more like a boob to me):

Scratches of memory
Harsh runs the eraser
Thinning the ink trees

The Reflection

This is true with cleaning the house, cleaning your head, cleaning your writing and gardening: the art of taking something out is painful but makes a beautiful thing. It's a fine balance to learn how not to erase too much but also to take out just enough. It's fun to practice.

An eraser is a symbol as much as a pen or pencil of creativity and balance.

I need to take this lesson and thin out an eraser collection, eh?

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What do you think?

52 Haiku, Week 33

This week autumn came….like Thursday. It was hot and then it was not. We had a hard freeze last night. The trees are confused. I have new sunflowers coming up! I traveled up to Colorado last weekend to continue researching the Goodnight Loving Trail for Cowboy Meditation Primer. It rained for hours on Friday, was incredibly windy on Saturday and sunny all day Sunday and Monday. Put up Halloween this week in anticipation of October guests! It smells good out.

The Prompt: Lessons

This week's prompt:

"Nothing ever goes away until it has taught us what we need to know."
        – Pema Chödrön

First task is to sit for a meditation on that for 5-10 minutes or however long you feel is good to you.

The Drawing

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My Haiku

…inspired by my drawing (it's a vinyl record, but it looks more like a boob to me):

Like a haunted sound
that plays over and over
skipping at midnight

The Reflection

Not much to say about this one. I'm sure I'll have more thoughts when I've figured out what it is I need to know!

🙂

  

Now you.

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