{"id":3677,"date":"2015-10-04T15:04:13","date_gmt":"2015-10-04T15:04:13","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/impedagogy.com\/wp\/?p=3677"},"modified":"2015-10-04T15:23:16","modified_gmt":"2015-10-04T15:23:16","slug":"a-date-with-october-a-wip-work-in-progress","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/impedagogy.com\/wp\/blog\/2015\/10\/04\/a-date-with-october-a-wip-work-in-progress\/","title":{"rendered":"A Date with October: A WIP (Work in Progress)"},"content":{"rendered":"

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I get a daily poem in my email from Poetryfoundation.org<\/a>. Today’s is by a younger Robert Frost before he became the scary old man of American arts and letters. No, really. If you thought that “The Road Not Taken”<\/a> was truly suitable for commencement addresses, then you need to dig down into its cruft<\/a>. Not that nice. I know he must have laughed at the thought that others considered it an ‘optimistic’ poem. In truth it is a devastating one about death and despair. But not this poem, not “October”–I don’ think.<\/h3>\n

I was struck by the heartbeat of the iambics in it-lubDUB, lubDUB, ad heart-finitum. I wanted to read more and connect more with the poem and I wanted to connect the poem to the world it describes, my world on the farm here in Kentucky in October.<\/h3>\n\n\t\t\t
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I want to have a date with October today starting with Frost’s poem.<\/h3>\n

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So many approaches, many of them redundant, but in the good way that the walnut tree makes more nuts than the squirrels can ever remember to eat.<\/p>\n

This post will be a work in progress as I have lots of little micro dates with October the poem, October the month, October the place. I will return as I add links to this post. Consider them as reports from along the edges, the hedgerows, the bramble tangles, the fallen leaves, the wool and warp and weft of October’s loom and shuttle.<\/p>\n

For example, I could go the annotation way:<\/p>\n

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Or invite others to go the Hackpad route<\/a>? This is a collaborative path that converges or diverges as much as anyone could wish. Create your own adventure, mild or wild.<\/p>\n

Or I could go with a Storify slideshow?<\/p>\n

Or maybe Z33ga?<\/p>\n

Or Pocket<\/a>? (The mobile version will read it back to you.)<\/p>\n

Or Soundcloud? (Perhaps you would like to read the poem to us and I could put it here or on Hackpad<\/a> or make a playlist there.)<\/p>\n