the police come by to tell us to turn off lights and lock doors
the police tell us to turn off lights and lock doors, so I do
feeling this body in which I have always lived recede
I sleep with the puppies, trying to keep them quiet
dipping my thoughts into the night
the nearness of this dunya,
the facts of
the world
44th day of the year = 67th mass shooting of the year330 million people : 393.3 million guns50,000 students on campus now - 8It's like one of those rubbishmath problems and anywayI'm so rubbish at mathmy only math quoteis from the movieMean Girls:
the limit does not exist
the limit does not exist
and what little I know cannot begin to explainthe things you kind of know and cannot saythis rapping against rumor and fearin class I lectured on literary theoryparenthetically on New Criticismthose old formalists proclaimingpoems are self-containedand self-referentialthey should notmean, butjust beas
the author's intention doesn't matter
the author's intention doesn't matter
in the morning after, those of us who've survivedcan hear the FBI and several State Policewho are are live on the radio askingin a carnival of indecision why--why did he do it, what made himwant to shoot up campusit seems a bit obliviousI want to tell themwhat I learnedto yell
what little I know cannot begin to explainthere's no math or meaning making herethe author's intention doesn't matterthe limit does not existthe author's intentiondoesn't matterthe limitdoes notexist
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Good although it is sad.
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Last stanza is very powerful.
Thank you, StephLove. It needs more work, but I plan to send this out when its ready. Ideas/edits welcome (if you have the time/inclination/energy).
I love the contrast between the daily work of the classroom and the chaos outside-- and I have had so many moments lately where stuff I have taught a million times bumps up against reality in a way I never expected.
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