The music listed on the right largely makes up what I have been listening to as I grade my students’ essays. From teaching five sections of writing online, I am usually swamped with grading. This semester I have been reluctant to stay up at night and confine myself to my home office where I do nothing but grade. I much prefer getting to sleep when it is still dark outside. This week I ended up having to switch my hours around because of my backlog. For some reason, it is harder to get the grading done during the day. My grading has been piling up, and I have nights and nights of work ahead of me before I will ever start to catch up.
Blau, Nashaz, and Stoa, by the way, are things I listen to at those times when I am active—washing dishes, cooking dinner, bathing, collecting the trash, etc.
I know some college instructors who prefer to watch vidoes on YouTube or movies on NetFlix while they grade. Dividing my attention makes it more difficult for me to get the work done. I am the kind of person who needs to remain on task. That’s why I often have to shut the door to my office for long periods of time. A meowing cat craving attention can prove to be a big distraction. Without my music, I am often tempted to take a break from grading and start surfing the Internet. Often anything can be more interesting than a freshman or sophomore essay. It takes music to remain focused on what I have to get done and to achieve those daily goals, say, getting six or more essays graded. Some essays, particularly the initial ones in a new assignment, can take up to an hour. Part of that time is devoted to Turnitin while the rest is spent typing up grading comments so as to justify the letter grade. A recent assignment took sixteen pages of comments, approximately nine thousand words divided among forty-two essays.
Thursday, January 02, 2014
Lee Upton’s Swallowing the Sea: On Writing & Ambition Boredom Purity & Secrecy attempts to be many things. It’s partly a memoir of the writer’s experience with language and writing. It tries to address the nouns that make up the subtitle, but primarily it’s a collection of quotes that are thrown onto the page. The publisher information accompanying the book provides a blurb by David Lehman, who describes Upton’s book as a “chrestomathy,” a selection of literary quotations. That description is an accurate one. It’s apparent that the writer is trying to define certain subjects about writing. “It’s Such a Filthy Word,” for example, attempts to define purity as it relates to poetry. The opening sentence of each paragraph shows this attempt to pin down the term. It isn’t until the seventeenth paragraph, after having provided quotes by Sylvia Plath, Homer, Thomas Hardy, Pablo Neruda, Wallace Stevens, William Blake, Charles Lamb, and James Fenton, that Upton informs her audience that “purity is both a necessary impulse and a dangerous aspiration.” It isn’t until the final paragraph, twenty-five paragraphs later, after quotes from ten more writers and an artist, that Upton reaches the conclusion that purity can neither be obtained in “art [n]or in life.” I think the book is intended for students in advanced creative writing classes. This book serves to introduce writers that these students may not have been aware of and allows them to delve more deeply into their own conception of such terms as ambition, boredom, purity, and secrecy because these ideas are ones that they will have to address as they grow as writers. As a reader, I would have preferred a memoir and would have found a detailed examination of the writer’s own struggle with ambition or boredom, for example, more enlightening than to be caught up in a cascade of quotes. As a writing teacher, I find an abundance of quotes to be neither convincing nor endearing. Instead, these quotes, after a while, clutter up the text and make it difficult to decipher what exactly the writer is trying to say. If it takes an abundance of quotes for the writer to make a point, I would suggest that the writer pare down the prose and re-examine what it is that he or she wants to say. It is particularly aggravating when one quote follows another without the writer having explained the reason for borrowing these words from someone else. The book shows the writer’s knowledge of literature and writing. I would have preferred more of a narrative as the writer explores such subjects as ambition, boredom, purity, and secrecy as they relate to her life as a writer.
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Wednesday, January 01, 2014
Because of the number of trees that can be found in eastern Kansas, which receives nearly twice the amount of rain that falls in the western portion of the state, the autumn in this area is especially pretty. Leavenworth is known as a prison city because of the five prisons that are located either in the city itself, at Fort Leavenworth, or in Lansing, Kansas, which borders Leavenworth to the south. Keeping people behind bars is a lucrative business in America because of the revenue it generates. Although I used to experience weird sensations when I lived closer to the federal prison, it is possible to remain oblivious to the prisons and to find beauty elsewhere in the city. These pictures come from one of the parks and one of the less developed areas in the southwestern edge of the city.
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One of my favorite places to walk during the autumn is at Weston Bend State Park. It is located at a bend of the Missouri River and located in a rural part of Missouri, about an hour from downtown Kansas City. It is possible to look down onto the river or to look toward Kansas at various points along the trail. This view might have been the one that Colonel Leavenworth or one of his scouts saw in 1827 when he decided to abandon his order to build a fort along the river in Missouri, opting for the opposite side, despite treaties ensuring that the Americans would not build their settlements on the western side of the Missouri River. The changes that occur in the autumn happen so fast that it is possible to miss the transformations in nature. These outings for me offer an escape from my computer for a little while before I have to return to my online classes.
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