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Check it out, my new Tumblr site. No registration, no fees, no exams. Pure pleasure.
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Looking good, Carla Bruni, looking good. See just how good here!
And I’m referring to your brain and your heart, Ms. Bruni-Sarkozy. You’re certainly looking a whole lot better than the most recent version of (all I know is the stuff I heard growing up and I haven’t had any time to develop a critical facility while I was messin’ with my hair and frettin’ over my nails), that is, “Miss California,” Carrie Prejean. Watch out, Sarah Palin. Carrie Prejean may decide to run for the White House!
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There Is a “Darned” Thing Wrong with Reading the Wrong Books
This “freecard” (a free postcard distributed by businesses and companies as advertising) from the days when Tower Records was a going concern is rich in many ways.
The Catholic Church has been notorious, among people who think for themselves, for ruling certain books off limits. And, unrelated to Catholicism, but certainly in bed with it, are all manner of censors (religious and non-religious) on the political right (and, yes, on the “cultural” left) and the general blockheadism (to borrow a word from Carlyle) of the general public that foists its laziness and timidity and cowardice and reactionary politics and leftist ideologies in the form of “judgments” onto all manner of classic pieces of writing as well as contemporary work that should win their serious attention if not approval.
In the freecard above, we see, from left to right, mom (with her traditional concern for family), sister (with her devotion to love stories and “’hit’ movies,” not art house films, mind you, but movies that have pleased the masses), brother (who, as a young male is expected to get a rise out of mystery and adventure), and dad (who must be concerned with economic value, not value in a larger sense, but merely the economic side).
Of course, the person who created this freecard for Tower Records may well be reading Sartre’s Nausea when he or she isn’t creating visual concepts for money, and the old-school visual and phrases such as “mighty satisfying” and “top notch” may well imply a tongue-in-cheek criticism of such philistine values; but the fact is that Tower Records wanted to move books. (“Hey, hipsters, pick up a couple of CDs and then wander back to our poetry shelf where we represent poets 'all the way from' Kerouac to Burroughs to Morrison [yes, with all the great poets to choose from, they offered up Jim Morrison as a poet].”)
Reading, as many believe and as the mom in the freecard suggests, is merely a pastime. The truth, though this fact is known by far too few, is this: the reading of literature that challenges the reader is a primary means for transformation of the self. That the masses don’t know this concept of reading is not news. May they come to know this through education. That far too many students supposedly educated in universities do not understand this is a travesty. May their grades reflect their philistinism. And may these graduates not carry their philistine values into “education” as teachers themselves.
Popular books that are easy to read and far below the “grade level” of university students should be left behind. More challenging fare (as well as more entertaining fare) is available, and the professors are available who want to teach such works. The university student who wants to teach seventh grade English (and a noble goal that is) should not be reading every book that’s popular with seventh graders. Those seventh graders should be transformed by the reading they’ll do. University students who will become teachers must transform themselves first through quality reading in order to turn to others and help them do something beyond learning how to read a TV Guide or the latest “it” book as judged by the masses who haven’t read much and when they have read a few books haven’t read much that’s worth reading.
If the following ad for a “book” makes you want to throw up, you might want to consider working toward obtaining a teaching position. You’re needed.
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I published the following short humor piece in Willamette Week (Portland, Oregon): vol. 22, no.7, Dec 20-Dec. 26, 1995, pp. 38-39.
Please Send Me One Dollar
This was my original plan. I would take out an ad in a major newspaper requesting that readers send me money. I would tell, in the ad, what the ad had cost me, and I would predict that I would come out ahead because people would admire my having taken the risk.
But I don't have enough cash for an ad in a major newspaper. Still, I want to pan for gold, to wildcat for oil. So I've written this short essay which I hope will provide some justifications for my appeal, and I've received a little money for it instead of spending money for an ad. That part of my plan has changed, but you can still participate in the bonanza I had in mind from the very beginning.
I am a professor of English in Oregon where I am doing my best, like T. S. Eliot, to purify the dialect of the tribe, where I'm engaging students in talk about Becoming as I explain what Keats meant by "negative capability." I've dedicated myself to what Camus called the "forces of dialogue." Like Martin Luther King, Jr., I believe in "constructive, nonviolent tension which is necessary for growth," and I believe that creative tension is often best produced through the literature I assign my students. And I have spent years writing my own work--critical and creative. These activities, however, do not pull in the big dough.
Now many people I know get tips in their line of work. Cabbies, hair stylists, street musicians, cocktail waitresses, letter carriers during the holiday season. What's my gratuity, my bonus, for dragging someone up and out of Plato's cave? Resentment from a student who earns a C- instead of an A+? My desire for greater financial remuneration isn't just selfishness on my part, really. I want to have ample financial resources so that my wife and sons and I can travel. Why shouldn't I ask for my abundant recompense? Those 900 numbers are bringing in oodles of money. Are those payments commensurate with the services provided? On a more positive note, think of all the people in business who have made mounds of moola because they had one good idea that met a need. Well, here's my one shot.
Beyond the problem of low salaries in my field, compared to other professions that demand an equivalent amount of post-graduate study, the work I do is often lonely work. It's prep, grade, prep, grade, prep, grade. What I need to know is that this work is respected, appreciated. And what better proof could there be in our culture of your respect and appreciation than your contribution of an almighty dollar bill? (Let's face it--you've tipped more for bad service in a restaurant!) Imagine this: I arrive at my office after a long night of grading, my eyes burning and my right hand still twitching from writer's cramp, and I find my mailbox stuffed with envelopes from near and far, each with a dollar bill in it. There's no need for you to write a thing. In fact, please don't. I see truckloads of writing as it is.
Look, I could compose an article asking for a million dollars, and all I would have to do would be to convince one multi-billionaire to fork it over. What I really want, what I so desperately need, is the approbation of one or two million of my fellow human beings who, in a profound and selfless gesture of goodwill, say, with each contribution, "Yes, Doyle. Thanks for all you're doing. You're the backbone of civilization. We wish you the best."
We English professors know that our colleagues in the business department often make lucrative deals off campus as consultants for companies. That's fine. But what reward do we in literature get for our published poems and stories and personal essays and critical articles? The supermarket won't swap me a box of cereal for one of the complimentary copies I receive of a literary magazine in which I've published a poem titled "A Little Life Every Day." I pointed out two errors on signs inside the local Safeway this past year--"Do" instead of "Due" and "Your" instead of "You're"--and all I got was a stare.
Be a part of something historic. I feel a groundswell of generosity. I could make the Guinness Book of Records with this one essay: MOST MONEY EVER EARNED FOR A SHORT HUMOR PIECE. This might be my one chance to whip Norman Mailer, make his huge advances for big books look puny next to my take for this short essay. And you can be part of this record-breaking event, just like the many people who worked to make a two-ton carrot cake or a tortilla the size of Amarillo.
Here's my address (please copy it correctly on your envelopes):
Professor Doyle Wesley Walls
Department of English -- UC Box A-142
Pacific University
Forest Grove, Oregon 97116-1797
U.S.A.
I recommend that you send your dollar in an envelope people can't see through. Please, don't expect any reply from me. I hope to be too busy. If I receive checks, I'll try to remember to write "Thanks!" under my signature.
I hear America (and the world!) rattling envelopes and crisp dollar bills even now. This sound is applause for my initiative, hoorays for my chutzpah.
Tomorrow, in "Introduction to Literature," we discuss Hamlet. When I speak the words "outrageous fortune" aloud, I'll be thinking of you and my dream that is now in your hands.
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Slow traffic keep right. And some of you "left lane campers," "self-appointed police officers," and "road hogs" should just go ahead and exit the highway (which may actually mean, although I realize this notion must be mighty frightening to some of you, pushing down on the accelerator just a bit in order to--get this--keep your automobile moving forward and make it possible for you to get somewhere, eventually, instead of just camping out on the off ramp where you would either, one, inconvenience and aggravate everyone behind you or, two, get hit by another vehicle).
Police officers have the authority, and with good reason, to give tickets for violations on the road. "Left-lane campers" do not. Dangerous driving includes driving too fast and driving too slow. (I learned the latter part from my conservative driver's ed teacher in Texas when the law allowed everyone to drive 70 miles per hour on the highway.) But sitting in the left-hand lane and deliberately blocking the flow of traffic for mile after mile by driving 5 miles below the speed limit is anti-social, irrational behavior from people who cannot comprehend the rules of the road or can comprehend those rules yet do not play well with others. You can move over to the right lane and allow someone to pass you. This action doesn't make you a loser or place anyone "ahead" of you.
If you live (and try to drive) in Oregon, for example, you will probably want to read this.
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John Updike is now dead at the age of 76. He was a great writer who should have received the Nobel Prize for Literature.
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This article by David Simon in The New Yorker (Jan. 26, 2009) provides a very interesting background concerning one of my favorite Bob Dylan songs. A short article well worth the read. In addition, here is a quality version of Dylan singing his song. (This clip was on television? Note the pinups on the wall in the first 2-6 seconds of the clip. And what's being rolled in those papers?)
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