"Yes, I say bitterly, yes, I am extraordinarily lucky."
~Sandra Kohler (from "Rhapsody")
My son is obsessed with The Wiggles. I guess every generation has its icons: Barney, Teletubbies, Elmo. But for Alex, it's those primary-colored characters from Down Under. I got tired of watching him group together four crayons, four blocks, four socks, and call them The Wiggles, so I scoured the Internet and came up with this set of dolls.
The smile he gave me when I opened the box was priceless.
Remember, while this may seem out of the realm of possibility, we're talking about a paradigm shift in higher education. We haven't seen that since ... well ... the Internet.
So, do I think academic institutions are moving this way? Not in the near future. But something has to be done about the exorbitant costs for students who want to an education but cannot afford it.
Let me be clear. Something has to be done about the perception in North America that the only way to attend college is to take on debt. But that, my friends, is a post for another day.
I do believe poets should have their own action figures. And I'm going to use the year-of-the-cock line--it's too good to pass up. Just you wait!
When I revise, I take out my favorite line(s) to see if the piece still works. Every line has to work for me. It has to work harder than ordinary language. And if I have a piece with no end in sight, I'll stop it a few lines before, because at that point the poem has run out of steam.
So I'll take a look at my April poems to see which ones need minor revisions and major surgery. Hmmm ... maybe I'll create a poem about my good line drawer.