After some inspiration from my Critical Literacy reading assignment, I decided to write a first draft of a found poem. I've written about my mentor Bill Broz before, but I would like to consolidate some of that writing into one piece. I have a few ideas of how to do this, but I'll share more as they percolate. This first draft poem is made up of lines from Bill's emails to me:
All prep is great prep.
The heart shaped cookies in the bakery on 23rd & Sprague are the best.
Virginia cannot know I am asking for help.
I just want to help and I do have energy for things like these.
If you cannot make it when I am above ground, please come anytime after.
Fill me in on what I should be doing. Can’t screw up now. Some days the meds take me away.
Got loads done today on classes, domestic and medical administrivia, house keeping.
I am interested in what you think of my analysis.
Congrats on the offer. I have plenty of positive things to say about this. But you won't hear them until Friday or Sat. All day in clinics tomorrow. Chemo hook ups. I think you now have an experienced gut. Go with. But more concrete reasons soon
I think he is a solid careful guy who will follow through on his offer.
When you get your head above water, give me the report.
PS on the health front, I am hanging in there.
I have told Pam and Amy that I am not teaching summer school this summer. I have to concentrate on napping.
Sorry you did not get the assistantship at ASU. Jim B is now off my list. But it might be good if you call me and say exactly what he said.
Continued after breakfast-- two farm fresh eggs purchased one hour ago from my neighbor. I can hear his rooster crowing from my front porch.
Yes, some of those people become professors of English Education and have to fake their enthusiasm for public school teaching for the rest of their careers. You will be in the other 50% who celebrate public school teaching…
I am confident that once the program professors get to know you, they will see you are a STAR.
Still, maybe you should visit ASU. My thinking now that I am less pissed off.
What is going on down there? Anything interesting?
"Ways of knowing" was the hot term when I was a doctoral student.
Some would say that contemporary borderland lit is a kind of postcolonial lit, that could not be written while the Sharys and Bentsons were the bosses of the border. But now that the Mexican have taken over, well....
You could walk into the oval office and have a chat with Barack Obama. I have no doubt that you can navigate the world- academic, sociocultural, linguistic, literary-- with the best of the best.
You are making my year. You and Amy are allowing me to avoid retiring, which I do not want to do.
I expect great expressions of amazement over this opus calendar.
At the moment, doctors are keeping me in Iowa for an unknown time.
Hey Myra, What is your home mailing address? BB
I wish I had been a mouse in the corner of the classroom to see the goings on. If you have more to say about what happened, maybe we can talk on the phone this weekend.
I am taking my computer with me. I know it sounds negative, but sometimes they throw me in the hospital without warning.
Go Myra GO! This is what I say to my sons.
In Drs office now. Do you by any chance still have the poetry booklet you made in my class?