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Sunday, September 20, 2026

The Bluest Eye (Toni Morrison)

 I listened to the author read this book on Audible.  She is a very good reader of her own work, as is Sherman Alexie, whose book The Absolutely True Diary of a Part Time Indian I also listened too. 

The main character in The Bluest Eye is mostly passive victim, and hence the plot of the novel is inherently weak on some level,  though the novel compensates for that in other ways. It is mostly about black racism against other blacks, and against themselves. There are a lot of virtuoso passages and heavy doses of didacticism. She is good at character and setting, and cultural observation. 

The Alexie novel features a very pro-active protagonist who takes action to change his life by going to a white school just outside the edge of the reservation.  The antagonists are mostly other Indians, who resent him for leaving the reservation (and beat him up a lot before he leaves). I listened after to some interviews with the author, and then I realized that it was supposed to be a young adult novel.  Well, obviously, but I wasn't thinking about that while listening. It is very funny and very well-written, in the Bildungsroman tradition.  The narrative tension comes from the fact that he is at odds with his best friend, and is able to achieve things by entering the white world. It's pretty obvious that the protagonist is the author himself, lightly fictionalized.  

Subtlety is fine, but sometimes you want someone just to say things openly, and to have some Subject Matter.  I have not particular investment now in being high brow in fiction reading.   

I'm reading a Sciascia novel in Italian, El giorno della civetta. There is a mafia killing in Sicily and a police captain solving it. I can read a page and understand nothing, read another page and get almost everything, so I have to circle back a lot. I guess the owl is nocturnal, so day-break is not a good time for it?  It's from a line from Henry VI.   

Thursday, September 17, 2026

fuzzy


Since I can't draw well I tend to use a deliberately fuzzy style.  Then the incompetence seems to be on purpose rather than merely bad.  Once in a while something recognizable emerges.  


 

Wednesday, September 16, 2026

I found this poem I wrote

 "I speak in the passive voice."

No, that's not quite right. 

One would think rocks would get rough with age,
wouldn't you? An argument not worth having,

CamarĂ³n told him, he didn't believe it. 
Spinoza told him, he didn't believe it. 

But what? The thinness of strangers? 
Gruel for thought? 

I slept then woke, the usual order. 
I emerged into the daylight.

That curious unfinished quality there, 
a diagnosis cruel as glass in the pond. 

I slipped into a patter designed to fool,
designed to defer or postpone. 

You didn't deserve my deference,
you claimed, my condescension nor my recipes. 

I replaced your walls with something stronger,
but they would be torn down the next day anyway. 

It was worth it for the look on your face. 
You should have seen yourself squirm! 

I showed you better ways to do things. 
I have small hopes for a better life.

Tuesday, September 15, 2026

Ha!

 I believe this is me:  


"I once invited a kick-ass speaker to campus to give a talk on academic productivity. He gave tons of useful suggestions that I still use all the time. 

When we were leaving the event, a colleague who’d spent 20 years complaining that she couldn’t go up for promotion because she didn’t know how to get herself together and publish anything drawled, “What a disappointing event. I thought he was going to say something interesting and instead he said we need to write every day.”



Saturday, September 12, 2026

Bibliographical Fridays

 I've decided to work on bibliographies on Fridays. So I can write m-th and then catch up on references on Fridays. Otherwise, I would wait to the very end to do my works cited and it would take me forever.  

Friday, September 11, 2026

Fulbright Poems

 I never wanted to go to a foreign place and write poetry based on observations, things that I saw there. That would seem forced to me, and I dislike other poets' travelogue or Fulbright fellowship poems. I dislike things that are picturesque like that, rising from the obligation to report on one's immediate surroundings.  

I was in the Basque Country and elated. I had just taught my last class and was retiring.  Everything in Navarre and the Basque Country was wonderful; I saw some sights and tasted some good pintxos and wines. But the euphoria was really coming from within.  

Brilliance

 I used to enjoy my own "brilliance," the "dance of the intellect" in my own head.  Obviously that is a youthful feeling that could cause me embarrassment now, looking back at it and seeing my past immaturity with clarity. Yet thinking in this way I would be the same old guy who might have looked down at someone like me at the time. My past self does not deserve that condescension! In part because I am still that brilliant young self: that is the basis for my current intellectual maturity, such as it is.  It was a necessary step in my development. Now if I had always been mediocre, perhaps I could have worked steadily and accomplished something, but I think starting off hot was the only path for me.