I am constantly 'touched' by George W., Dick C! It's been going on for six
plus years. Some might want to call their 'touch' a form of collective,
global abuse - obviously many are dying from the various and brutal
manifestations of their sadistic sense of touch. In any case, emotional or
physical, it feels quite intimate to me.
And I am afraid many of us don't know who to call. "Principle" and
"Principal" are both out of the Office. It's been a sustained, horrible
squeeze.
Stephen V
http://stephenvincent.net/blog/
> the same round here. I once touched a student on her shoulder because she
> was so tensed, just touched. Nothing happened, she sort of looked at me
> inquiring if anything was wrong...
> It would have been so much easier if she had relaxed her extremely stiff
> shoulders.
> But then that is how it must be within the system: concrete-like.
>
> On 6/1/07, Halvard Johnson <[log in to unmask]> wrote:
>>
>> Here in Litigationstan the only safe thing is never to touch them at all
>> unless they're collapsing in a fit of epilepsy and never to call them
>> anything
>> but Mr. or Ms. So-and-so, or, collectively "people."
>>
>> And then you can't be entirely sure that you're safe.
>>
>> Hal
>>
>> Jay Billington Bulworth for President
>>
>> Halvard Johnson
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>> On Jun 1, 2007, at 11:23 AM, andrew burke wrote:
>>
>>> Ah, Fred, you've clipped me on the chin with that one. But I don't
>>> call them
>>> 'dear' - I pat them on the shoulder or head paternalistically and
>>> smile, in
>>> 'an attempt to appear residually cute'. Hold that poem for the next
>>> 'senior's anthology' ... Androo
>>>
>>> On 01/06/07, Frederick Pollack <[log in to unmask]> wrote:
>>>>
>>>> Hold That Pose
>>>>
>>>>
>>>> I've started addressing my female students
>>>> as "dear." I've started alluding
>>>> to "students" in poems, thereby admitting
>>>> that almost all poets teach and that
>>>> poetry is a minor academic
>>>> hobby. I long since started referring
>>>> to "poetry," "poems," "poets," "the poem,"
>>>> "the poet" in poems, which, unless
>>>> you're Rilke or Wallace Stevens, or too
>>>> provincial to know better, is a major
>>>> no-no, reducing poetry, poems, etc.
>>>> to the level of a domestic appliance like
>>>> a washer-dryer or email. And, deplorably,
>>>> I mention "I," which has the same effect.
>>>> But the worst is addressing my female students
>>>> as "dear." It may be an elegy
>>>> for youth and sexuality; a plea,
>>>> on the basis of age, for their forbearance; a way
>>>> of making myself seem paternal and them
>>>> work harder; or, because I'm not yet
>>>> decrepit enough to pull it off,
>>>> an attempt to appear residually cute.
>>>> The wattles in the mirror contain
>>>> specialized cells tuned
>>>> to falling real-estate values, health-plans
>>>> planning to double their rates or abandon
>>>> my pre-existing conditions;
>>>> the famous inner seventeen-year-old
>>>> avoids mirrors, therefore,
>>>> and spends his whole day hating and afraid.
>>>> The thought, on whose keen double edge
>>>> I prided myself, has sprouted
>>>> new blades like an unruly gadget,
>>>> cutting my fingers as I try to write
>>>> my sermons, which are further hampered
>>>> by fragmentary text and doubtful doctrine;
>>>> today's is "Nothing is hidden."
>>>>
>>>
>>>
>>>
>>> --
>>> Andrew
>>> http://hispirits.blogspot.com/
>>> http://www.inblogs.net/hispirits
>>> http://www.flickr.com/photos/aburke/
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