Monday, July 31, 2006

Ouch, but thank you


I just want to give a shout out (did I really just say that?) to Ang and Haley for entertaining us this weekend.

It was fun, as it always is.

However, I have an appointment with a massage therapist at 4:00 today to try to release the pain and super stiffness of my neck, shoulders, and upper back. I'm hoping to get myself loose enough for a yoga class tonight. I guess wake boarding isn't for sissies. I keep thinking that the next time I do it, I won't be in so much pain afterwards. Not true as of yet. Of course, I'm pretty sure it is not the riding that gets me -- I think it is the falling.

And, if that is the case, that would explain why other people don't seem to be so sore: they don't fall as much, as often, or as hard. :) That's what I get for being without grace.

Anyway, pain or not, thanks for another great weekend.

Friday, July 28, 2006

Tyler on YouTube

Hey, I know her

Thursday, July 27, 2006

Life of Pi



I finally finished Life of Pie. I had started it a while back, and then left it for Marley and Me and dissertation work. Then Jebbo mentioned something (I can't seem to find it anywhere--maybe I imagined it--makes a good story, anyway) about a tiger on a lifeboat, and I remembered it.

I highly recommend this book. I have to admit that I'm now suddenly furious that I'm not teaching at Auburn so that I could teach it next semester. It would work perfectly with books like Robinson Crusoe and Foe. I hope that next fall I'll be teaching somewhere that lets me teach literature (and choose my own books) again.

Anyway, having spent the past 227 fictional days on a boat with a Bengal tiger, I feel certain that survival takes every ounce of my human abilities. Richard Parker, where is your jungle?

Wednesday, July 26, 2006

Fox News Edits a Democrat to Make Him Look Worse

Wow. Colbert talked about this last night, but I had not seen the original program. Unbelievable.

Back to business

After a few days away from home and a few more days before that pretending that I was away most of the day so that I only worked a few hours, I'm back at the computer sifting through the work that has been done to see where I am and what I need to do.

It is never as difficult as I think it will be. Yet I always find myself resistant to starting.

This blog is part of today's resistance.

I'm thinking of making up code names like Aunt B. does on Tiny Cat Pants so that I can talk about people without causing earthquakes in the crust of my family life. But that seems like too much trouble. So, I'll just keep it an open secret.

After spending a bit of time with my sibling in my hometown, I feel pretty sure that he has fallen off the wagon. And, who can blame him? With a second child on the way, and a pregnancy that is already filled with problems in the first trimester how could he hold out? Could I?

So now the situation is dire. No one seems to have an answer for how to solve it. He will probably end up in jail again, and he will have two children with an absent father. I hope that the health problems associated with the pregnancy are not damaging to her overall health -- for then the disaster would multiply exponentially.

From this corner of the world, my life seems safe, stable, and easy when I compare it to his.

This is what pushes me back to work today: to finish what I started, to forget about the mess in south Alabama, to keep my life stable.

So, I'm back to business. I purposefully strap my blinders back over my eyes and slump on down the road.

Tuesday, July 25, 2006

Dave Chapell is god

I love Dave Chapell

Monday, July 24, 2006

Hiring help and the guilt therein

Well, after months of resentment and bickering, I hired someone to come into my home and clean it every two weeks. This makes me certain that I am an upper-middle-class-spoiled-DINK-suburban woman. Yet when I walked into the house today, for one quick moment all of that self-judgement melted away. No matter how hard I've cleaned in the past, I've never lived somewhere that shined and sparkled like this. These women (there were three of them) are good.

It reminds me about the power of specialization. It works.

On the other hand, I am gloating about a crisp clean house when women in Lebanon are hoping not to be killed by bombs. Perhaps my priorities are mixed up.

Perhaps it is my recent visit to southern Alabama where some members of my family are not living in conditions that I would call clean. The smell of cleaning products, perhaps, is making me a little dizzy. Perhaps I am just happy to be in my own home today.

In any case, given the amount of guilt I have about spending that money on housecleaning help (money that could feed a family each month or help support a local artist) , I am simply shocked at my elation. I have a great sense of relief about work that I not only don't have to do, but that will be done by someone better than me. Perhaps I should think of it as employing three incredibly skilled women. I don't know. Maybe there is no excuse for my rich laziness.

But, damn, I like when the carpet has that just vacuumed look. Don't you?

Friday, July 21, 2006

Old Times


I ran into someone today that I haven't seen in nearly 20 years. It is strange to be old enough to say that.

Anyway, it is funny to see yourself reflected twenty years back: to see in someone else's eyes what things were expected of you twenty years ago, and watch as what is you now is measured up to that. Some things fall short. Some things broke the box wide open.

The funny thing is that there have been many times that I saw an old high school pal and I ran in another direction so that I didn't have to explain what I have been doing with my life. That wasn't an option this time (she snuck up from behind), but I was actually feeling strangely attracted to my own past today. I don't even know why that is.

So, here I am, contemplating what my life must look like to someone who teaches 5th grade in our hometown. And as I compare today's version of her to the girl I knew 20 years ago (and longer, I met her in 2nd grade), I'm happy to report that she too has come a long way, baby.

There are all sorts of songs and stories about versions of our selves meeting. Today, that girl that still had everything ahead of her is okay with the woman I am. And I like her too.

It's a strangely nice feeling.

Wednesday, July 19, 2006

Ruin a Vacation???


If you have time, click over to AOL. At 9:20 am (eastern) one of their headlines (it is a rotating group) was "Will This Storm Ruin Vacations?" The story refers to tropical storm Beryl currently in the Atlantic off the coast of the Carolinas.

Now, is it me, or are we a nation with our priorities all fucked up? I mean, let's think:

  • There is currently a war going on between Israel and Lebanon

  • A tsunami killed over 525 people and displaced 35,000 in Indonesia on Monday

  • Over 39,000 civilians have been killed in Iraq since the US invaded in March of 2003

Why are we worried about ruined vacations? There are plenty of other things to worry about in today's world.

Tuesday, July 18, 2006

Speaking of War Eagle


Ang's joke (and phone call) reminded me of this that a friend emailed me last week:

http://www.nytimes.com/2006/07/14/sports/ncaafootball/14auburn.html


As someone who was given strong pressure (indirectly) from Virgil Starks to "be easy" on athletes, I know that the athletic department is VERY interested in the academic "success" of their student athletes. However, this new incident doesn't seem like a problem of only the athletic department. Petree must have been getting something for his trouble. If not, he's a real idiot.

But what are we to do, those of us with one or more Auburn degrees? "Hide our diplomas?" as Ang said some newscasters in B'ham suggest? The University, not the NCAA needs to take care of this problem. We need higher standards like honor codes and zero tolerance policies for cheating, plagiarism, and sleazy professors. I know that football is a money maker, but without a reputable university behind it, the football team is nothing, despite the fact that some might think it otherwise.

Auburn is (or can be) better than this. Having taught many athletes, I know that many of them are intelligent, hardworking students. It is a shame that a few slackers give the whole University this kind of reputation.

How do we crack down on these few (professors, staff, and students) without punishing the lot? How do we pro-actively self police instead of constantly reacting to bad news?

Monday, July 17, 2006

Needing to laugh

Anyone know a good joke or funny story? I'm searching my brain for something to lighten up my mood.

I could use some help.

Saturday, July 15, 2006

Feminism and the Middle East


CNN is running in my background.

I am thinking how easy it has been for women in my country for the past 50 years. Not for all of us, of course, and I don't mean to belittle the many, many problems that women in America still face.

Yet, I can't help thinking about how my life would have been different if I had been born in Tel Aviv or Beirut. What if the men in my life were fighting, and what if the cities around me were having to be rebuilt time and time again? What if I had to worry about missiles destroying the safety of my home?

It sometimes takes a major jolt to change my perspective. I do want pay equity, equal representation in my government, a cultural change that shifts the responsibility of childcare away from the female parent, and a language of my own. But while people in the world are still struggling to survive (in the Middle East, in Africa, in Asia, in Europe and Americas), I cannot pretend that these are the only needs that women have.

The BBC reports: Baby girls are abandoned in China because they are female. "For every 100 girls registered at birth, there are now 118 little boys - in other words, nearly one seventh of Chinese girl babies are going missing."

According to Afghanistan Online: "The repression of women is still prevalent in rural areas where many families still restrict their own mothers, daughters, wives and sisters from participation in public life. They are still forced into marriages and denied a basic education. Numerous school for girls have been burned down and little girls have even been poisoned to death for daring to go to school."

According to the Feminist Majority: "Abortion is illegal in most African countries except when the life of the mother is at stake, a condition which requires the agreement of more than one doctor. The World Health Organization Estimates that there are 4.2 million unsafe abortions in Africa each year, causing about 30,000 yearly deaths."

And we all know that the list goes on and on.

I guess I just want to keep this in my mind. I don't want to forget that while I am fighting and struggling in my battles, others are fighting and struggling for theirs.

Friday, July 14, 2006

making strange noises of embarrassment


I can't get any work done today. I try. I look at the open file that says "chapter four" and the mere seven pages it contains, and I know I've got to write more. But today I don't care about women's poetry or the performances therein.

Today, I don't know what to care about. I just posted to Aunt B's blog, andI feel certain, in retrospect, that I misunderstood. Sarcasm, irony, and facetiousness are sometimes difficult to discern on paper/screens. Anyway. I can't figure out any way to grab my post back. It is already out there.

This reminds me of Jebbo's post and the Middle East. Once the bomb is launched, you can't get it back; you can't bring back the dead. We can't undo the mess we've made in Iraq. I can't undo the highly academic tone in which I wrote my first three chapters of my dissertation to come back to a performance that actually does what I claim to be pointing out in the work of other people.

Sometimes we just have to live with our mistakes. Actually, I live with so many that I can no longer keep up. The other day I told someone an actor's name after mistaking him for another actor on the same show. We had a long conversation about whether he was the sibling of some other actor. Wrong name. Wrong guy.

How often is my information wrong (given or received)? This is particularly painful as one who teaches. I'm sure that I am constantly passing on false information. What scares me more is that I probably don't even know that most of it is false. Jeezzz!

So, I vow to keep my mouth shut for a few days. I will listen to what others say and keep in mind that maybe it is not "true." Whatever that means. Maybe if I learn to accept it from others, I won't be so damn hard on myself.

Thursday, July 13, 2006

Toe tapping is welcome (and canes too)


Some of you may recognize this floor tile as one in a beloved home in Asheville, NC. The feet, even if you can't tell, are moving to the music of the Lost State of Franklin.

Since all of my posts can't possibly be high-minded and academic, this one is a short little recommendation of Scott's music (Tyler's new boyfriend).

To hear the music of his current band, go to: http://profile.myspace.com/index.cfm?fuseaction=user.viewprofile&friendid=45201338

To hear some of Scott's earlier and solo stuff as J. Scott Franklin, go to:
www.chainofwords.com

Let me know what you think.

See the difference?

So here is an excerpt from the dissertation. See how I've bowed down to "academic language?" It happens so slowly that one doesn't even notice. I'm now looking for a path out of here.

This is from chapter one, in my explanation of performatives:

I begin with J.L. Austin and his groundbreaking work on the performative quality of language, How to Do Things with Words. Austin begins by distinguishing constatives from performatives. A constative, he argues, is an utterance that describes or reports something while a performative is a contractual or declaratory utterance. To be a performative, the utterance must be spoken during particular socially acceptable circumstances and must be voiced with intention. This means that drama, soliloquy, and poetry cannot be performative because they are understood, in their acceptable circumstances, to be non-serious and non-intentional. Austin says that in these cases where intention and circumstances are correct, “to say something is to do something” (12).[i] In other words, in some cases, when we speak, we act. His most relevant example to this study is marriage. He says:

One of our examples was, for instance, the utterance ‘I do’ (take this woman to be my lawful wedded wife), as uttered in the course of a marriage ceremony. Here we should say that in saying these words we are doing something – namely, marrying, rather than reporting something, namely that we are marrying. An the act of marrying, like, say, the act of betting, is at least preferably (though still not accurately) to be described as saying certain words, rather than as performing a different, inward and spiritual, action of which these words are merely the outward and audible sign. (12-13)

Here Austin illustrates the way language can be action rather than description. The case of marriage calls into question his insistence on intention for an utterance to become performative because it illustrates that no matter if/what the internal feelings or thinking of the person speaking, it is the spoken words, the performative act, within a particular cultural ceremony that contracts the marriage. It does not matter if a bride is screaming inside that she does not want to marry the groom; if she says, “I do,” the social and legal contract is in place. She is considered willing and is married.

Butler, building on Austin’s work on performatives, argues in Gender Trouble that gender is “a corporeal style, an ‘act,’ as it were, which is both intentional and performative, where ‘performative’ suggests a dramatic and contingent construction of meaning” (177). Just as Austin did before her, Butler considers the possibility of an inner gender (a “true” or “real” gender) that might be different from the performed bodily acts. However, she rejects such a notion: “there need not be a ‘doer behind the deed,’ but that the ‘doer’ is variably constructed in and through the deed” (181). The bodily acts, then, according to Butler, are gender and become gendered. “That the gendered body is performative suggests that it has no ontological status apart from the various acts which constitute its reality” (173). While it may seem contradictory to her statements about the potential ontological being, I do not believe that she means here that there is no ontological being, but rather she is arguing that there is no ontological status to gender. Femininity is one gender performance, as is masculinity or drag. For Butler, gender is not essential and is certainly not attached to sex or being. This means that the performances of masculinity and femininity, as well as other possible combinations, can be performed by a variety of anatomies.



[i] In his article “Signature Event Context,” Jacques Derrida points to the problems of Austin’s definitions and declares some writing to be performative: particularly signatures. Derrida deconstructs Austin by pointing to the slippage in intention and convention. He shows that because the convention requires an utterance already in existence that is transferred to another time and place, that speech act cannot be defined. See Jacques Derrida. “Sign Event Context.” Glyph 1 (1977). 172-197 and Christopher Norris. Deconstruction: Theory and Practice. New York: Methuen. 108-115.

Wednesday, July 12, 2006

The Ending of the Whitman Post

The post from two days ago about Whitman and erasure was actually the beginning of a paper that eventually led me to my dissertation. After the intro that you read, the paper makes a turn into typical "academic prose." This, however, is the conclusion of that paper. Today, as I work on chapter four, I find myself thinking about these comments that I made so boldly only a few years ago:

I started this paper with a personal narrative in which I described my process of discovering the erasure made by a patriarchal text during which I was able to reshape my understanding of poetry, my own education, and finally, the depth at which gender biases must be uprooted and exposed in order to find new ways of understanding feminisms and our challenges as feminists. The description of a personal experience in an academic paper would be labeled by many people to be inappropriate, irrelevant, and probably a feminine digression from the “real work.”

On page three, I begin a second introduction, a more “suitable” introduction that is simply based in the theories of gender performance, poetics, and sociolinguists. I’ve done both what is expected of me and what I wanted to do: one introduction to my thinking on these subjects, the paths that led me to a study of this kind, and another introduction to pacify the academic power structure that I still serve. In her study Communicating Gender, Suzanne Romaine calls our attention to the detachment that female scholars have learned to create in their work. She reminds us that we (female scholars) have “learned to depersonalize [our] voices in order to be taken seriously” (334) by removing the less objective “I” from our texts and using instead the objective “language of power” (333). Romaine identifies this objective, logical language of power as masculine and reminds us that the unconventional moves or experimental methods that use feminine or subjective languages in a highly masculinized field such as ours are typically reserved for academics with tenure (334).

It seems imperative that I not only include my narrative, but that I consider the ways in which that inclusion of a feminine performance beside a more traditional/masculine prose creates or subverts gender roles in this paper. According to Judith Butler, the performance of drag can disrupt the gender norms in society. Following Foucault’s ideas from Discipline and Punish, Butler asserts that “gender is a performance with clearly punitive consequences” (Gender Trouble 178). For academics without tenure, using a “feminine discourse” could be the difference between keeping their jobs and moving to a new one. For students, like myself, an experimental paper might mean a lower grade on my transcripts, or even delayed or prevented graduation. Consequences for disruptions are real and directly affect our lives. So then, why put myself, my grades, my career, and my well being on the line for a short introduction that I could easily cut?

Butler tells us that gender is a role that we perform repeatedly, and that if we are to question the entire construction of gender, we cannot merely “establish a point of view outside of constructed identities” which in this case is the academic or poetic patriarchal languages of our academic and poetic fathers, but we must “affirm the local possibilities of intervention through participating in precisely those practices of repetition that constitute identity and, therefore, present the immanent possibility of contesting them” (Gender Trouble 187-188). So I have done what many of the poets I discussed have done: I have performed both a masculine and feminine role in order to subvert the expected position of graduate student using the objective language of the discipline in order to subvert the expected role of female student that has to adopt a masculine language, to subvert even the expectation that as a feminist scholar I must speak in a more “semiotic” or feminine language. By consciously performing two (or more?) roles, I hope to disrupt the categories used by linguistic studies I have based this paper upon. If Butler is correct, and I believe that she is, my performance, possibly like Luce Irigaray’s mimicry, opens the possibility of “indeterminacy,” of a “slippage” in the categories of gender that in turns opens the possibility of new identities.

Tuesday, July 11, 2006

Another Moon and inspirational material

We have another full moon.

Time is a funny thing, ya know? It seems only yesterday...










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See her there with pen in hand and the sunlight setting on the day, on her time?

She inhabits that body; she claims ownership of her aches as well as her laughter. She writes poetry and weeds flower beds without drawing lines between the two.

This is my challenge. She is my inspiration.

Monday, July 10, 2006

What is erased?


Listening to the NPR story on Whitman reminded me of this little story:

I recently heard a colleague read Walt Whitman as a Language poet. The presentation confused me because much of it went against what I knew about the topic, and after considering his convincing argument, I started to question my understanding of the parameters of and players within the Language Poetry movement. I left the conversation remembering that I had been under the previous impression that feminist poets had been using Language poetry as a way to disrupt the history of patriarchal poetry, to underscore the difficulty of using language to critique itself, and to find new ways for women to speak without adopting male syntax and grammar rules. But after this Whitman presentation, I was unsure of myself; and I wondered if I had mis-remembered or if I had misunderstood all along.

So, I went home and went straight to my bookshelf. From it, I picked out my newly purchased copy of The New Princeton Encyclopedia of Poetry and Poetics where I fully expected to find my answer. I was correct and pleasantly surprised to find that the entry for “Language Poetry,” written by Michael Davis, was over two columns long. There in the 8 point, New Times Roman font, was a concise definition of the troubling subject at hand: it (language poetry) “emerged in the mid 1970s [yes, that sounds right, I said to myself] as both a reaction to and an outgrowth of the ‘New Am. Poetry’ as embodied by Black Mountain, New York School, and Beat (q.v.) aesthetics” (Davis 675). Okay, I told myself, but I didn’t think of it as an outgrowth.

As I continued to read, I found that Language Poetry was never a feminist movement at all, and that, according to Davis, it has been a movement headed by men such as Bernstein, Watten, and Perelman. In fact, the name my memory had most clearly identified with the movement, Susan Howe, didn’t appear in his encyclopedic entry. The entry does say that language poetry uses “a relatively neutral voice (or multiple voices)” and so it must be that I’ve spent too much time reading feminist criticism, and I didn’t know that multiple voices would be considered parenthetical. When I closed the 1400 page book to return it to my shelf, I chastised myself: You don’t know half as much as you think you know. I forgot about it. I moved on.

This was not much more than a month ago, and as I began reading for this research project, reading more feminist theory on poetry and poetics, I ran across Australian writer Ann Vickery who points her finger at this Encyclopedia on my shelf to point out the very thing that happened to me: women, and more poignantly feminists, are still erased from the history of, and definitions of, poetry. Because Vickery’s study deals with Language poetry, she actually discusses the very entry that I had been “educated” by. In her book, Leaving Lines of Gender, she reminds us that Lyn Hejinian is the only woman poet mentioned in Davis’s Language Poetry entry. Suddenly the serendipitous nature of my experience could not be denied. No wonder I question myself, no wonder women find themselves outside “the system” over and over again, wondering who we are and how we fit it.

We are still coming in through the back door.

Tuesday, July 04, 2006

Burning Hatred and Tolerance


So, I was on my way to the outlet mall here in North Georgia, when I passed a large maroon-colored 4 X 4 truck with two "bumper stickers" on its back window. One said, "Marriage = (bathroom symbol of male) + (bathroom symbol of female)" The other said "Truth: Not Tolerance" and had a Christian flag on it.

Now, I had really started to see myself as somewhat of a thirty-something: a sub-urbanite with a two-car garage and yoga studio membership. But something fierce still lives in me that I haven't felt or seen since about 1994. And that fiery little devil wanted -- for a brief moment -- to torch that truck and its occupants.

I am a peaceful person. Really. The people got away with only one dirty look from me.

But, in the comfort of my home, I began a little research. I found that there is a whole movement of religious right wingers who are preaching that the US should move away from "tolerance." Tolerance, according to Scott Scruggs, is "a legal or social imperative" and should not be considered a moral virtue. The Faithful Hope Reading Room says:
"Satan would love nothing more than for us to keep this Gospel hid from the lost - those whose minds are blinded by him through their unbelief. He wants us to TOLERATE other people's religions and show respect for others' false beliefs. He wants us to keep our mouths shut and to hide our candles under a bushel or a table so that none will find the way out of their SIN and DARKNESS."

So, to be tolerant of religions other than Christianity, in the view of this group, is to be doing the will of Satan.

Well, add another reason to the long list of reasons why I will end up in hell, if there is one. I just hope I don't end up in Dante's 7th level (3rd circle) with the other violent/blasphemous offenders.

Is it intolerant to joke about hell?

Update:

Tiny Cats Pants has an interesting post which is strangely related to this: click here to read it.