Jimi Hendrix – All Along The Watchtower
i know you were all just waiting for this blog title (hint hint;)
strange things happen on halloween. in trying to find a home for my-just-written-review at a particular journal, i instead found a home for a review i have not yet written at this particular journal. spooky.
and i had sent out my translation + annotation of a brazilian poet’s manifesto, and i was so excited to come home and a find a letter from the journal. it was neither a rejection nor an acceptance, but the letter informed me that the journal has shifted from print to DVD format. as a result, they no longer accept paper or email submissions. if i want to submit, i have to send them an audio CD of the work. spooky.
what’s really spooky is how postmodern my students are, especially the elementary kids. today i had them write halloween stories and maybe it was the halloween m & m’s i gave them, but they are like little calvinos.
one 3rd grader started his story “once upon a time…how many times have you heard THAT at the beginning of a story!”
a 4th grader had her main character exclaim at the climax of the scary part: “hey author, is this the best you can do! i’m not even scared yet!”
probably my favorite though, a 2nd grader ended her story with: “even though all the characters died at the haunted house, all stories say they lived happily ever after.”
HOPE EVERYONE HAD A PLEASANTLY SPOOKY HALLOWEEN!