Saturday
Apr. 5, 2003
Ode to Torpor
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Poem: "Ode to Torpor," by Robert Sward from Heavenly Sex (Black Moss Press).
Ode to Torpor
Glory be to God for the tiresome and tedious,
  Glory be to God for tedium,
  for no news about anything,
for newspaper strikes and power outages,
  lethargy and downtime.
Postpone and delay. And again,
                postpone and delay.
  No place to go. No way to get there.
  No reason not to stay.
Glory be to God for inaction,
  for not getting things done,
  for not getting anything done,
No huffing', no puffin',
  just some of that slow and easy,
  the woman lackadaisically on top,
  the man lackadaisically on top.
Yummy, yummy, take your time,
  yummy, yummy, I'll take mine.
Slow and easy,
  slow and easy.
  Glory be to God, O glory.
O glory be to God.
Literary Notes:
  
  It's the birthday of Booker 
  T. Washington, born a slave in Franklin County, Virginia (1856). After 
  he was freed by the Civil War, his family went north to work in the salt-mines 
  of West Virginia. He soon learned to read numbers, and he begged his mother 
  for a book, and she somehow got him a copy of Webster's "blue-back" 
  spelling-book from which he taught himself the alphabet. He educated himself, 
  and also went to school, and in June of 1881, Washington was asked to become 
  the principal of a new training school for blacks at Tuskegee, Alabama. The 
  Tuskegee Institute began in a single building with 30 students but through his 
  efforts grew into a modern university. Washington believed that the best interest 
  of black people was to become educated in vocational and industrial skills. 
  In his famous speech given to a racially mixed audience at the Atlanta Exposition 
  in 1895, Washington said: "In all things that are purely social we can 
  be separate as the fingers, yet one as the hand in all things essential to mutual 
  progress." Among his dozen books is his autobiography, Up from Slavery 
  (1901), which was translated into many languages. He said, "No race 
  can prosper till it learns that there is as much dignity in tilling a field 
  as in writing a poem," and "You can't hold a man down without staying 
  down with him," and "I will permit no man to narrow and degrade my 
  soul by making me hate him."
It's the birthday of the American crime and suspense writer Robert Bloch, born in Chicago (1917). He is known for his frightening characterizations of psychopaths. His best known character is Norman Bates from Psycho, which later was adapted into the famous film by Alfred Hitchcock.
It's the birthday of the children's writer and novelist 
  Richard Peck, 
  born in Decatur, IL (1934). He said, "Ironically, it was my students who 
  taught me to be a writer, though I had been hired to teach them. They taught 
  me that a novel must entertain first before it can be anything else. I learned 
  that there is no such thing as a 'grade reading level'; a young person's 'reading 
  level' and attention span will rise and fall according to his degree of interest. 
  I learned that if you do not have a happy ending for the young, you had better 
  do some fast talking." His first novel, Don't Look and It Won't Hurt, 
  was about a teenage pregnancy. He received the Newberry Medal in 2001 for A 
  Year Down Yonder, and the American Library Association's Young Adult Author 
  Achievement Award in 1990.
  
  
  
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