My second-oldest son is taking a poetry class from a somewhat famous American poet. Perhaps next year some time, after he graduates, and is on another continent, I will relate what he has to say about him\/her so far. It’s entertaining.<\/p>\n
So anyway, he tells me tonight about the last assignment. Write a poem about tragedy. (post-Katrina, I suppose). He said, "I knew all of the poems would either try to get you to cry or they’d be about how George Bush is evil. So I decided the only way I am going to survive this class with my sanity intact is to be satirical and strange."<\/p>\n
So what did you <\/em>write about David?<\/p>\n "Leprechauns."<\/p>\n Good plan!<\/p>\n And what did the professor say? As much as he\/she ever does:<\/p>\n "I like those leprechauns. Next?"<\/p>\n See – it pays to be true to your inner vision. Never let go, never sell out. <\/p>\n (Oh – and he was right about the other poems….)<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" My second-oldest son is taking a poetry class from a somewhat famous American poet. Perhaps next year some time, after he graduates, and is on another continent, I will relate what he has to say about him\/her so far. It’s entertaining. So anyway, he tells me tonight about the last assignment. Write a poem about…<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":180,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"closed","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[1],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-2597","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-news"],"yoast_head":"\n