Jeanne C. managed to use all of the words in her UChicago-themed magnetic poetry set. Can I have Nobel?
Found on a Trash Can But Poetry isn’t Garbage.
Disseminate!!! Think about this. Someone wrote this and tossed it but secretly hoped that it would be found by someone. I doubt they thought it would make it onto Tumblr and be viewed by 3000 followers. How marvelous would it be if he/she saw it? So, Disseminate minions of Admissions. Disseminate.
“Let us go then you and I
When the evening is spread out against the sky.”
Sept. 26th marked the anniversary of the birth of T.S. Eliot, one of the world’s greatest poets. Not many people know that T.S. is affiliated with UChicago. He served on the Committee of Social Thought and there are rumors that parts of ‘The Wasteland’ were written in a UChicago dorm (unverified, probably false). Something that is 100% true is that the Special Collections of the Regenstein Library has the original manuscript of ‘The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock’. It’s incredible. It still has edits and everything. Check it out if you have the chance.
And if that wasn’t cool enough, there’s also some graffiti in The Reg that is simple, unostentatious Eliot.
We were delighted to learn that Tagore delivered a lecture here at UChicago in 1913, the year he won the Nobel Prize for Literature. Dipesh Chakrabarty, a historian at the University, was responsible for the discovery and you can read more about it here. Tagore is known for his poetry, prose, paintings, beard, songs (he wrote the Indian National Anthem) and work in education. What most people don’t know is that he was an accomplished hip-hop artist and went by the handle Lil Rab Tag. The consensus is he was pretty chill and that young Tagore was super hot.
That the other part of the parliament consisted
of an assembly; that is nonsense.
If I marry a charming girl like
Gwendolen, and she is the only girl I
ever saw in my life that I,
the register, which, however, has
not been kept above a
I wouldn’t take less, nor a quid, a moment to stay.
Spam Poetry: in which we take phrases from junk e-mail that comes in to the email@example.com account and rearrange it such that it resembles poetry.
(With our apologies to actual poetry, which, as former members of some of the following courses, we respect highly)
Applies to study Haiku?
Every day, or two
The Admissions Officers across the hall write Haikus and post them on their door. Each writes one line of the poem, unaware of what the other ones are doing. Genius.
Now you are old and mostly bald
riding an antique bicycle.
You are wearing a neckbrace
and your posture––because of the bicycle?
because of the rolling Bavarian
hills in the background?––
is comically upright, as is,
in a way, your facial expression
which is none the less gentle
and none the less reticent
as you weave and swerve jerkily
in decreasing rings on the cobblestones
on which I am standing
remote and also too close
By Suzanne Buffam: Lecturer, Creative Writing