The Need for Structure
In a feminist classroom, students encounter new ideas that challenge their ways of knowing. And they are encouraged to not passively receive the answer from the Teacher, but actively explore how and why knowledge is produced. This is unsettling and troubling, even as it is often exciting and transformative. Students can benefit from structure to direct these new ways of learning, thinking and teaching.
Without structure, students can become overwhelmed and lose their way. So can teachers. Left unchecked, without some sort of structure to guide me or rein me in, my thinking and teaching becomes too much…for students, friends, family members and, at a certain point, me.
The Safe Space of Form
the safe space created by form. If you choose to write in form, the form gives you a kind of safe space; you can reach out from behind the form and say something really hot and then pull back. I have a long poem about the lynching of Emmett Till, which is written in a very tight form. I don’t think I could’ve written about this subject if I hadn’t written about it in a form that offered me a kind of protection (Marilyn Nelson).
On Rules from Rules are Tools
I have a complicated relationship with rules. As a troublemaker who is undisciplined, I don’t like to unquestioningly obey rules. Rules can be too restrictive. Set a tone of distrust. Foster an environment of hostility. Be extremely unjust in their implementation. Rely too heavily on outdated traditions. But, rules can provide structure. Order. A common ground. Comfort and reliability. These are things that I need, even if just in small amounts, especially when I’m experimenting and trying to make and stay in trouble.
I need rules/ august 26, 2019 on RUN!
Played chicken with a woman running up by the lake street bridge. I was running to the right, furthest from zooming bikes that might be coming up the hill behind me, she was to the left, also hugging the rail. She wouldn’t move, probably because she was oblivious. I wouldn’t move either because I’m stubborn and need rules, like always stay to the right, because my eyes don’t always work and I can’t see if someone is coming. I was prepared to run into her if she didn’t move, which I recognize is somewhat ridiculous but I get really angry when people don’t pay attention in these simple ways. As someone who can’t always see, other people’s refusal to care can be dangerous.
Rules I Need
- Stay to the right, pass to the left
- Don’t be an asshole
Stravinsky on the Value of Obstacles
my freedom will be so much the greater and more meaningful the more narrowly I limit my field of action and the more I surround myself with obstacles. Whatever diminishes constraint, diminishes strength. The more constraints one imposes, the more one frees one’s self of the chains that shackle the spirit (Stravinsky, 65). Source
Narrowing my field of vision
For over two decades, when I’m riding in the front of the car, I always put the visor down. It doesn’t matter if it’s at night or it’s overcast. I never understood why before. Now I know: I need to block out the extra bits/the static/the images I can’t quite process. Otherwise it’s all too much. My brain wears out attempting to make sense of those objects in my upper central vision—the part of my central vision that is the most scrambled. Recently, I have also started wearing baseball caps more, using the brim to narrow my field of vision. Sometimes, when it’s really bad and I don’t have a hat on, I’ll cup my hands around my eyes like blinders.
A need to be consoled by order
Form is the literary expression of our need to be consoled by some kind of order. This is why funerals have rituals and procedures, so we can keep it at least a little bit together in times of great grief and disruption” (Why Poetry/ Matthew Zapruder).
A need to conserve energy
In an interview with Krista Tippet, Michael Longley recalled something that the poet Stanley Kunitz wrote in the preface to one of this collections about form and conserving energy: “form was a way of conserving energy. Isn’t that wonderful? He said the energy soon leaks out of an ill-made work of art.”
Mary Oliver on Form
Form is certainty. All nature knows this, and we have no greater adviser. Clouds have forms, porous and shape-shifting, bumptious, fleecy. They are what clouds need to be, to be clouds. See a flock of them come, on the sled of the wind, all kneeling above the blue sea….Each form sets a tone, enables a destiny, strikes a note in the universe unlike any other. How can we ever stop looking? How can we ever turn away (Upstream/ Mary Oliver).
My need for recognizable forms
As my central vision declines, everything is becoming fuzzier, less sharp, difficult to recognize. I need simple, clear forms that I can understood without sharp, defined edges, that I don’t need to see clearly, that even I can glance at quickly and know it’s a tree or a rock or a river.
The Importance of good running form in the aging body
Forms I Love
- cinquain (Adelaide Crapsey version)
- hermit crab lyric essays
- double abecedarian
- a bare oak tree
- a stand of straight, slender trees
- curved retaining wall
- a big bird’s wingspan
- a vee of geese
- my shadow
- freestyle swimming
- a big, inflated orange buoy
- the slow flow of the river in the flats
- the graceful gait of a good runner
- big, strong shoulders
- a straight back
- a ribbon of road
- a tunnel of trees
- a shark in the sky (airplanes flying over lake nokomis)
The Forms of Love/ George Oppen
Parked in the fields
So many years ago,
A lake beside us
When the moon rose.
Leaving that ancient car
Together. I remember
Standing in the white grass
Beside it. We groped
Our way together
Downhill in the bright
Beginning to wonder
Whether it could be lake
We saw, our heads
Ringing under the stars we walked
To where it would have wet our feet
Had it been water