I've made it this far.
The frame a loose
construction of toothpicks.
Thoughts bound together
by old wads of chewing gum .
Staples where they have
no business being.
And when the judges come
to look at my machine
under jewelers loop,
pencil in hand,
if they don't get
too close
and if they don't lift the curtain
too high,
I just may fool them yet.
Thursday, September 2, 2010
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So I've got an evaluation this semester, and since I am extremely self conscious and have crippling anxiety it will pretty much be all that I think about for the next few months
This poem is one of my favorites of yours. The metaphor in the first stanza is fantastic. The image is very slipshod and I think this speaks for most people who are just plain mediocre at their jobs.
I like how the second stanza describes how evaluators have their tools of evaluation and they widely differ. Where one evaluator will look for one thing, another will look for something entirely different. This poem brings into question if we are experts at anything or if are just experts at fooling people into thinking that we are experts. Great stuff!
On a personal note, I don't think you should fret. I've been through seven some odd years of evaluations and I haven't had a bad one yet. If you teach as well as you write poetry, you'll do just fine.
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