Rejection. Yeah, the ability to get over it may be the single common denominator for all the movie stars, novelists, etc that we see. I know that I have posted this here before, but my favorite piece of trivia from last year was this: after receiving over 30 rejections for Dune, Frank Herbert's masterpiece was finally printed by Chilton's. You know, the automotive repair guide. JK Rowling had 40+ agents and publishers reject her. And she was all lined up to have the top four NY Times best sellers when the Times decided she was too much and created a children's book list and relegate her to it. And yet, so much of writing and acting and producing is a crap shoot. I was forced to watch some netflix PoS called Christmas Inheritance over the break. How in the world did this thing get made? Dumb luck. Emphasis on the dumb.
I'm pretty sure I listed this on the Noteworthy Author Is Dead thread.... https://www.npr.org/sections/thetwo...maintenance-author-robert-m-pirsig-dies-at-88 Zen {and the Art of Motorcycle Maintenance} was published in 1974, after being rejected by 121 publishing houses. "The book is brilliant beyond belief," wrote Morrow editor James Landis before publication. "It is probably a work of genius and will, I'll wager, attain classic status." I went to grad school at the place where Pirsig was working as an adjunct during his grad school days: He mentions it in the book since it's part of his mental breakdown (he was a full time grad student in philosophy while teaching SIX sections of Freshman comp across town. No wonder...
Well, Mayer didn't write 100 pages of this in a day: I write this love as all transition As if I’m in instinctual flight, a small lady bug With only two black dots on its back Climbs like a blind turtle on my pen And begins to drink ink in the light of tradition We’re allowed to crowd love in Like a significant myth resting still on paper I remember being bitten by a spider It was like feeling what they call the life of the mind Stinging my thigh like Dante this guilty beetle Is a frightening thing When it shows its wings And leaps like the story of a woman who once in this house Said the world was like a madhouse cold winds blowing And life looks like some malignant disease, Viewed from the heights of reason Which I don’t believe in I know the place Taken by tradition is like superstition And even what they call the Literary leaves less for love I know The world is straight ice I know backwards the grief of life like chance if I can say that I can say easily I know you like the progression From memory to what they call freedom Or reason though it’s not reason at all It’s an ideal like anarchism though it’s not an ideal It’s a kind of time that has flown away from causes Or gotten loose from them, pried loose Or used them up, gotten away no one knows why Nothing happens There is no reason, there’s no dream it’s not inherited Like peace but it’s not peace there’s no beginning Like religion but it is not God It’s more like middle age or humor Without elucidation like greeting-card verse This love is a recognized occasion I know you like I know my times As if I were God and gave you birth if I can say that I can say I am Ra who drew from himself To give birth to Geb and Nut, Isis and Osiris Though it isn’t decorous today to say this instead I say You are the resource for my sense of decorum Knowing you as Ra knew the great of magic, His imaginary wife, and without recourse to love Men and women are like tears I would lose my memory, I would sleep twelve hours, I would wake up And get into my boat with my scribe, I would study the twelve hours of the day Spending an hour in each I would have a secret name I would rush upon the guilty without pity Till the goddess of my eye in her vengeance Overwhelmed my own rage as you and I take turns In love’s anger like the royal children Born every morning to die that night I know you speak And are as suddenly forgiven, It’s the consequence of love’ having no cause Then we wonder what we can say I can say I turn formally to love to spend the day, To you to form the night as what I know, An image of love allows what I can’t say, Sun’s lost in the window and love is below Love is the same and does not keep that name I keep that name and I am not the same A shadow of ice exchanges the color of light, Love’s figure to begin the absent night. I think, Wankler, that the poem is about one day, 22 December 1978. The work was published in 1982, so I'm guessing it took Mayer that long to write the poem. I wish I had tried reading the work last Friday, right away, as it would have been pretty cool to read this on the 22nd of December. There's a lot to unpack in this work, but ultimately, I found the work tedious. I had a lot of time during a 7 hour car ride to Rochester, but maybe the boringness of being in the back seat was too much for this poem to bear, because I only made my way through the first third of the poem. But thanks for sharing, Wankler. So, how many of your students do you think will actually read the whole thing? EDIT: Hmm, I lost the, umm, interesting, layout copying and editing the poem here. But the layout is correct in the correction screen, but suffice it to say for those who haven't read this, it adds a layer of complexity that I didn't decode.
I mistakenly took a blurb literally on the "about" a day part: figured that out later: though she does often write under very specific constraints. I think most of the students will have a good shot at it, since it's not the first thing we'll read: They should have an idea of the context she's writing from, other things that are going on. I've assigned it in another class before where it's worked pretty well (an intro to lit class where everything we read took place in a 24 hour period) Oedipus, Day in the Life of Ivan Denisovich, Mrs. Dalloway, and Midwinter day... and a few other's I've forgotten.
Well, it got my attention. And it got me to give it a try. Am I rewarding your "alternative facts" presentation here? BTW, that's an interesting leitmotif for an intro course. Bravo! Though, you are, of course, missing Ulysses....
Ulysses in an intro class? I'm pretty good at getting college students to extend themselves into literary works that require extra effort from them, but I'm NOT THAT good. Finishing the year with something outside my usual wheelhouse, but I recognized all the people on the cover because I remembered seeing them on TV when I was a kid... The West Coast Bodybuilding Scene: The Golden Era, an oddly compelling account consisting mostly a bunch of guys hanging around a gym several hours a day by Dick Tyler, with a forward by the guy on the left, Dave Draper. If 'roids are a factor, I haven't gotten to that part yet.
Trying to wrap up two before New Year's Eve: Dom DeLillo's latest, Zero K, which is about a billionaire and his younger wife seeking immortality through cryogenics. It's narrated by the billionaire's son, who is estranged from the father and (maybe I am reading into it here) sort of taken with the wife, who is dying of multiple sclerosis and some other stuff. The facility is in Central Asia somewhere, and the book is . . . cold is the word I would use. I may or may not finish it at all - I am about halfway, and find myself mostly interested in being done. I am also reading Jennifer Armstrong's Seinfeldia about both the show and its impact on contemporary society. Some of it is a stretch, but the research is good and she writes well.
In before thread close! A Tale of Two Cities - Charles Dickens A good story, but some parts are overwrought.
OK, last book of the year, and glad that Ismitje failed to close this thread as promptly as he has done in the past. Twelve Yards -- The Art and Psychology of the Perfect Penalty Kick Ben Lyttleton I am a sucker for penalty shootouts: I love 'em. Absolutely love them. So, this book has been a lot of fun, and fairly comprehensive approach to how teams study for, and prepare for, penalties. Lots of good data. Though as someone who thinks about PKs a lot, it still seems to disagree with my thesis as to why penalties, esp the shootout is so difficult: Soccer is a game of constant motion; that is it's athletic distinctive. Refs don't touch the ball and the players have the option to start play without a whistle. And yet the shootout is the exact opposite of that: complete stagnation. In every other sport, the players are used to timeouts and standing around. In soccer, not so much. I think the juxtaposition is jarring, which is why soooo many players end up skying their free kicks. And yet, Lyttleton doesn't cover this thought, so maybe I'm barking up the wrong tree. A fun read nevertheless...
It may be that nobody has studied that particular aspect of the game. I'm assuming they covered one study I saw years ago. It showed that if the keeper stood about 6 inches off center of the goal, then dived in the direction of the extra space it improved their chances of getting a stop. The kicker is usually not conscious of the extra space to one side, but it influences them to take a shot in that direction. Knowing this, the keeper can influence the kicker and improve his chances of guessing correctly and getting the stop.
In terms of quality of soccer players, what I'm most disappointed in are how many shots go over the goal. There's a blog with a lot of math about penalty kicks, but I don't remember what it's called.