THE FUTURE?
The question I ask can never be answered while in the proccess of being asked. For I inquire about the Future. And only the Future can tell about itself. Is it there for us? We're a fast breed because we don't know if there is time ahead or total anihilation of Man. I sometimes wonder, what will become of me and my forthcoming children?
*
ACENTUATE THE POSITIVE
Who?
What?
When?
Where?
Why?
How?
O foolish ? mark, it doesn't matter. What matters is the ! To ? is to be told how bad you are and various problems better not to know. So only live with !
TO WHAT SHALL I COMPARE THEE TO?
You are to me a Sunday morning smelling of frying bacon and promises of more. You are to me a racing car at 95 miles per hr. that no one else has. You are to me a lazy curtesan in her feminine bed room with ostrich feathers fanning her brow. You are to me a fresh meadowland. You are to me the sounds of the City that spell a band of gypsies with tamburines and hunking cars and tooting trucks symphony or the hot beat of Rock n Roll that jerks a thousand feet. You are to me the end of the line. But what am I to you?
INTEGRATION
They speak of Integration. It's a word. What does it mean: a bus? a cop? a school? a headline? a tomstone? a neighbor's fight? a parent's yells? a speech? a boycot? a politician? It's all the same to me for words are only words. Yet deep and dark, deeper than any well and darker than any skin something lies and slumbers. Unburry it and hearken what it says. A simple truth: My brother.
UNTITLED
To be
Or not to be
By this
I mean:
To be myself?
(Who am I though?)
Or else to be
What my parents
(Alas, poor Yorik, I knew them well!)
Would like me to be
Because
Of their own regrets
Or
What the World expects?
(The choice is tough)
The rest is silence ....
* THE OLD MAN
The old man just stood there. Just stood. There. Where I was. A reproach? To my youth, perhaps. To my good health. His chest was sunk. His hands shook with palsy. Finished. Through. Finis. His sands of time had run. But mine had just begun. Someday I too. Not now. Not yet. Why, then, do I feel so guilty?
THE MURDERER
I saw him scuttling like a crook, making his fearful way, stelthy among the dirty dishes crustied with grease in the sink, bearing a morsle of food to his secret sons behind the drain board. How fearful were his eyes. Shall I kill him?
(Mrs. SchachterIs it clear I am talking about a cockaroach?)
23. The Funny Sides
MONTHLY REPORT ON PHYSICAL CONDITION OF ROOM
ROOM: 304
TEACHER: s. BARRETT OCT. 12
Door off hinge
Sliding wardrobe panel doesn't close; blackboard on it can't be used.
Book closet, back of room, broken; shelf splintered.
Window in back, right, broken.
Teacher's desk missing two drawers.
Radiator keeps clanging.
(Same conditions prevail as in last month's report, with addition of radiator. Hole in window getting bigger, though. Wind and rain blowing in. Also, glass
crunching underfoot.
S. Barrett
Dear Miss Barrett,
You have neglected to send in attendance sheet for today.
Sadie Finch
Chief Clerk
Dear Miss Finch,
The reason is that Linda Rosen chose to wear a pink sweater and fuchsia stretch pants to school this morning. She was seen by Mr. McHabe, who invited her to cool her heels in the office. She was also seen by the boys in my homeroom, who migrated en masse to her vicinity. Since we had no quorum, I couldn't take attendance. I will do so this afternoonunless they have followed her like lemmings into the sea and are all drowned.
S. Barrett
FROM: JAMES J. MCHABE, ADM. ASST.
TO: Miss S. Barrett
Dear Miss Barrett,
All out of board erasers. All out of red pencils. Requisition for window-poles has been sent to the Board last springwe must be patient.
There has been an epidemic of chalk-stealing. Please keep chalk under lock except when in use.
Can you use some posters? Still have left-over yellow on green TRUTH IS BEAUTY, also some black on white LEARNING=EARNING.
JJ McH
(A frivolous attitude and levity of tone towards attendance taking are unsuitable to the high seriousness of our profession.)
JJ McH
INTRASCHOOL COMMUNICATION
FROM: 304
TO: 508
Dear Bea
Fired by my visit to your classes, I asked Dr. Bester if I might observe other English teachers, to learn more about techniques. Stony silence. I guess no one else is willing to be seen. (I was particularly eager to discover how Henrietta teaches Punctuation Traffic. I understand she uses a system of signals such as Stop, Go, Curves Ahead. . . .)
Had another run-in with J.J. McH., in connection with my levity. But I've got to hold on to my sense of humorwhich is really a sense of proportion.
"You and Mrs. Schachter are the only teachers with humors in the entire school," a student said to me. "You see the funny sides, which makes it easier."
It makes it much easier. How can I take seriously such mimeographed absurdities as "Lateness due to absence," "High under-achiever," and "Polio Consent slips'?
Syl
INTRASCHOOL COMMUNICATION
FROM: 508
TO: 304
Dear Syl,
Ill match yours any day with: "Please disregard the following."
Bea
FROM: JAMES J. MCHABE, ADM. ASST.
TO: ALL TEACHERS
YOUR WHOLE-HEARTED COOPERATION IS ESSENTIAL IN DISCOURAGING ILLEGITIMATE LATENESSES, SINCE THEY TAKE AWAY TIME FROM VALUABLE SCHOOL TIME. PENALTIES FOR INFRACTIONS MUST BE FOLLOWED THROUGH.
JJ McH
Admit to class: 9:30 A.M.
Lateness unexcused. Claims got lost in transit.
JJ McH
CIRCULAR # 59
PLEASE KEEP ALL CIRCULARS ON FILE, IN THEIR ORDER
TOPIC: TEACHERS' WELFARE
THE PRESIDENT OF THE UNITED FEDERATION OF TEACHERS HAS ASKED THE BOARD OF EDUCATION TO SUPPORT LEGISLATION FOR HIGHER DEATH BENEFITS AND PENSIONS FOR TEACHERS WHO DIE OR ARE HURT IN THE LINE OF DUTY. YOUR SUPPORT OF THIS MEASURE IS NEEDED.
Miss Barrett,
Joseph Ferone of your official class was absent from Math this morning. He claims he was working for Mr. Grayson. Please discipline and enter on PRC.
Frederick Loomis
FROM: JAMES J. MCHABE, ADM. ASST.
TO: ALL TEACHERS
SINCE SCHOOL AIDES HAVE RELIEVED TEACHERS OF MANY NON-TEACHING ASSIGNMENTS, TEACHERS ARE REQUESTED TO REPORT TO THE OFFICE FOR FURTHER ASSIGNMENTS.