Tuesday, February 3, 2009

National Punctuation Day

Just to follow up the Unnecessary Quotation Marks link in the last post, here's National Punctuation Day. Click on the title to view the link.

Unnecessary quotation marks

I am no longer surprised at the entries on the blog reached by clicking on the title to this post. Quotation marks are second only to apostrophes for misuse and misunderstanding. And what about commas?

Ginkgo Gift

I am a lover of ginkgo trees and the beautiful fan-shaped leaves, the idea that a prehistoric plant can survive through chance and great change and a few monks' cultivation, that a small Moravian man who brought back plants from a trip overseas could plant one in the middle of God's acre--all of this is amazing. That a friend could bring a basket of newly collected golden ginkgo leaves to my room and hand them to me wordlessly as I was in the midst of the most horrible time in my life is a gift I will never forget. Nemerov's poem is one I want to savor and comment on:

The Consent

Late in November, on a single night
Not even near to freezing, the ginkgo trees
That stand along the walk drop all their leaves
In one consent, and neither to rain nor to wind
But as though to time alone: the golden and green
Leaves litter the lawn today, that yesterday
Had spread aloft their fluttering fans of light.

What signal from the stars? What senses took it in?
What in those wooden motives so decided
To strike their leaves, to down their leaves,
Rebellion or surrender? and if this
Can happen thus, what race shall be exempt?
What use to learn the lessons taught by time,
If a star at any time may tell us: Now.
poem by Howard Nemerov
from "The Western Approaches" , 1975

Sunday, February 1, 2009

Starting a discussion of Harper Lee's To Kill a Mockingbird:
To Kill a Mockingbird To Kill a Mockingbird by Harper Lee


My review


rating: 5 of 5 stars
Every time I read this book, I find a new part of myself. My favorite English teacher offered it to me to read when it was newly published--and because my name was also Harper, I was sure it would speak to me personally. It did, but on many more levels than just the coincidence of name. I have lost count of how many times I have read it or taught it now.


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Don't Go

To A High School Senior by Pat Schneider Don't go. Don't stay. Daughter. Morning after afternoon the last year slips away. Singing ...