What Ever Became of Me?

This was the first week of classes at the University of Iowa and somehow, what with meeting new students, attending meetings, and navigating a new computer that actually has Satan in its operating system, well, I've managed to drop off the blogosphere. I really hate dropping off the blogosphere because doing so makes me feel the old Lutheran panic of my upbringing. That is, there's a whiff of failure about the whole affair. This has nothing to do with my readers or even with the reality principle. The condition I speak of is analogous to having something troubling in your shoe.

Meantime I'm off to a good semester with students both undergrad and grad, and we're talking about poems and essays and what could be better?

I told my students in the undergrad class that Walt Whitman was very likely a frotteurist–a person who has orgasms from casual touch with strangers. In general terms one wants the students to get their money's worth out of a liberal education.

I must now contend with new information. Expand! Rouse the wits!

I told my students in the grad class that the word "fud" exists in the Oxford English dictionary and it means a "rabbit's rectum" –I wanted the MFA students to get their money's worth as well.

It is possible that my early fascination with the writings of Kurt Vonnegut Jr. has mangled my sensibility.

If I ask the question "whatever became of me?" there will be no end to the inquiry.

S.K.

Author: stevekuusisto

Poet, Essayist, Blogger, Journalist, Memoirist, Disability Rights Advocate, Public Speaker, Professor, Syracuse University View all posts by stevekuusisto