Thursday, 01 March 2007

Tomorrow, I Teach

No Cerebus tonight, as I'm irrationally annoyed at how lethargically my Stone Age scanner scans.  It's not like I have anything better to do, what with being unemployed and all.  Except!

I'm not sure that deserved an exclamation, but roll with me.  Except!  I'm subbing for a friend tomorrow. 

In a poetry class. 

"But Scott," you're thinking, "time and again you've mentioned how little poetry you've read, and how you don't even know that much about it." 

True enough.  Except!  Guess which poem I'll be teaching tomorrow? 

Of all the poems in all the world, guess which one my friend happened to need someone to teach tomorrow?

(ANSWER BELOW THE FOLD)

Couldn't figure it out?  Good Lord, people, it's not like I'm qualified to teach more than one poem.

Mar 1, 2007 10:26:50 PM | Academia

5 Comments

Wax Banks

Rock 'em sock 'em. :)

Posted by: Wax Banks | Thursday, 01 March 2007 at 10:36 PM

marc page

My condolences. I would not wish the tragic Mr. Keats and his jug on even a 'conservative critic.'

Posted by: marc page | Thursday, 01 March 2007 at 10:55 PM

Adam Kotsko

I think we all keep those in our back pocket. My one poem is "The Waste Land."

Posted by: Adam Kotsko | Friday, 02 March 2007 at 01:35 PM

marc page

When I open the 'bookmarks bar' on Safari, I see: Acephalous: Close-Reading ...eats' "Ode on a Grecian Urn"

Posted by: marc page | Saturday, 03 March 2007 at 09:59 PM

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