First Classes of the Year

I've met my students for the new semester & enjoyed my initial interactions with them. I'm looking forward to the semester. It's funny, when I redesigned the blog & swore off political rants (almost successfully), I thought I would write a lot more about teaching that I have wound up doing. There is the obvious problem, of course, that I do not blog anonymously, so I need to watch my tongue, especially when I am frustrated. But I find that I rarely want to write about even the successful & wonderful things that happen in the classroom. Thinking about this, I realized that there is a special kind of privacy involved in teaching that I am reluctant to violate. I don't want to go all sentimental or quasi-sacred here, but I suppose what I'm feeling is a combination of sacred & profane motives, each of which make their secretive demands.

Author: jd

Joseph Duemer is Professor of Literature Emeritus at Clarkson University in northern New York state. His most recent book of poems is Magical Thinking from Ohio State University Press. Since the mid-1990s he has spent a good deal of time in Vietnam, mostly Hanoi. He lives with his wife Carole & five terriers (four Jack Russells & one Patterdale) on the stony bank of the Raquette River in South Colton.

1 thought on “First Classes of the Year”

  1. PRIME NUMBER

    Do we go to the old places
    when we get to where
    here is truly here
    star is truly god

    in the ancient sense of sense
    before time pressed all the way in
    at first a tardy boy
    then a lazy blighter

    or feisty woman to be clear
    to be that good at math
    do you have to be autistic

    each forward calculation
    on the back of something incalculable
    like being touched.

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