tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6540771071400993487.post1209460132919861569..comments2024-03-27T07:14:36.800-04:00Comments on <b>Dawn Potter</b>: Dawn Potterhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07500960150846895633noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6540771071400993487.post-19755220857699983782015-10-31T10:03:23.245-04:002015-10-31T10:03:23.245-04:00Great comments from your students . . . but, then,...Great comments from your students . . . but, then, they have a terrific teacher, don't they?--one who lets them "roll around in language." Carlene, you are the best!Dawn Potterhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07500960150846895633noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6540771071400993487.post-59243208967459048202015-10-30T08:30:03.354-04:002015-10-30T08:30:03.354-04:00ahh Walt.
I found myself devoting three full day...ahh Walt. <br /><br />I found myself devoting three full days of class time this week, just rolling around in language, using Song of Myself as the text. What a great conversation began in my class! Students who rarely have a cogent point: "Wait, this guy...he sounds like Thoreau." And others, who rarely trust poetry: "So, Emerson's stuff...this guy, he 'gets it' and lives it, right?" <br /><br />As I get older, I fall more and more in love with Whitman and his glorying in language. He bends it, makes it flex and sweat, expands it to make room for all of us. Carlenenoreply@blogger.com