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  1. It is precisely because you were forced to memorize poetry and to learn many things that you became an educated person. The idea that education should be fun and enticing is nuts. Multiplication tables are not fun. Having gone to a Catholic grade school, I’m well aware of the efficacy of the “or else” method of primary education.

    As the monsignor used to say, a pat on the back bends you over. A kick in the pants straightens you up.

  2. Hey Neo, you forgot the eeriest part of “The Second Coming”, that is its two closing and prophetic lines:

    “And what rough beast, its hour come round at last,
    Slouches towards Bethlehem to be born?”

    Like you, I often think of those opening and closing lines when dark clouds threaten.

  3. I used to have about fifty or so Emily Dickinson poems memorized, and probably ten or more Shakespeare sonnets along with several soliloquies from his plays, and probably another fifty or so poems from various poets, including The Second Coming. I used to recite them in my head while running or doing other exercise, but fell out of the habit about five or six years ago.

  4. In my time as a substitute teacher, I once taught a class of 5th graders, classified as “problem children,” whose teacher had them memorize and recite poetry.

    The poetry memorization seemed to work in improving class behavior and achievement. One point about reciting poetry in front of the class: it gives a kid an audience, which nearly every kid craves. Acting out behavior is often prompted by wanting attention. If you get attention by another method, there is not as much need to act out. Second point : kids soon realize there is reciprocity: if you want others to be quiet and listen while you recite, you need to be quiet when others are reciting. Third point: since students are learning the same poems. hearing other students recite poems reinforces learning the poem.

    There was some poetry memorizing in my school days, but not much. For one memorized poem, we were graded on how evocative our recital was. To my chagrin, I found out my recital being the most evocative that meant that I had to recite the poem in school assembly. I considered myself a classroom ham, but didn’t think I was ready for the big time. It wasn’t that bad, though.

  5. Poetry was often used by the ancients to repeat ancient duties and social rules. It taught morality by story telling, and reinforced it by having the person themselves speaking the story.

    Although in those days, it was more akin to song than the poetry of modern times.

  6. Ymarsakar:

    That’s what those teachers (and the school system) of my youth were doing: teaching us about our history and culture, reinforcing traits deemed admirable and desirable. At least for some of it, especially the doggerel, but also for some of the great poetry, especially the older stuff.

    It was didactic in two senses: we learned the poetry, and we learned the socially approved character traits and rules. And it was done in a way likely to be remembered better than if it were prose.

  7. My sixth grade teacher, the Terrible and Wonderful Mr. Terranova had his classes memorize poetry, and recite in chorus every morning. He had pretty ecumenical tastes, too – The Cremation of Sam Magee, O Captain My Captain, something by Sarah Teasdale about Stars … poem after poem after poem. And the Preamble to the Constitution, and the Declaration if Independence, too. I think now it was a marvelous teaching device for kids that age, although it was quite an old-fashioned one for the late 1960s. When I think back on the curriculum that he had for is, I think that he had a lot of Montessori elements in it. We did massive art projects, we built stuff, did music – he had us listening to Bach fugues, and some of our science projects were absolutely awesome. I didn’t get microbiology again until college… just as an example.

  8. The giraffe is disappearing from the world
    Without a trace.
    Who are we to say its legs are too long,
    And runs like a rocking chair in a dream?
    Think of a girl with six fingers on one hand…
    You must let that strange hand
    Touch you.

    …and…

    They f*** you up, your mum and dad,
    They don’t mean to, but they do.
    They fill you with the faults they had,
    And add some extra, just for you.
    But they were f***ed up in their turn
    By fools in old-style hats and coats,
    Who were half the time soppy-stern
    And half at each other’s throats.
    Man hands on misery to man–
    It deepens like a coastal shelf.
    Get out as early as you can,
    And don’t have any kids yourself.

    Those are the two poems I have committed to memory; the first is a paraphrase, since I’ve lost the original and can’t remember the author. The second is by the former poet laureate of England, Philip Larkin, and is entitled “This Be The Verse.”

  9. It’s getting so I can barely remember “There once was a man from Nantucket”….

  10. While I hated being forced to memorize, I sort of liked it to. I doubt my gen did as much of that as your generation. And the poetry we were forced to memorize, from your offerings, had deteriorated severely. Plus the particular schoolmarms I had were of particularly poor taste in poetry, not that I trust women in general to know good poetry when they see it. No offense, just a noted observation. And of course with a man’s perspective… versus how women see and what they like to see… muddying those waters greatly I presume.

    Anyway, I have been thinking about looking for poetry worthy of memorizing, just for kicks. It has been so long I am not sure I still can. Being a bit under the weather so often won’t help. I have to guess that memorizing these would be just as difficult as learning a piano piece, and would need to be practiced from time to time once it became a part of the repertoire. I have been thinking about this for a year or two, just haven’t gotten there yet. Thanks for the reminder.

    As to why? Well, why not?

  11. Just last week I was thinking of “Stopping by the Woods on a Snowy Evening”. At some point in school we had to memorize it and I remember most of it.
    The Psalms in the Bible, while they do not ryme in English, if they ever did, are good things to memorize also. About twenty years ago I memorized Pslam 1 and do not regret it.

  12. Jean Kerr’s lovely little book Penny Candy includes a chapter in which she talks about her family’s longtime “Culture Hours”: each child would work all week (with a lot of grownup “encouragement”) to memorize a poem, which he (all but one of their kids were boys) would recite in front of the rest of the family, followed by a little listening to classical music. I always wanted to try this with my own family but can’t even seem to keep Family Game Night going, even though the kids actually ENJOY that.

    Sometimes I despair… but I also have promises to keep, and miles to go before I sleep, so I guess I’ll just carry on as best I can.

  13. The Second Coming has haunted me for more than 40 years after exposure to Yeats in high school literature class. What slouches towards Bethlehem to be born is a scary question and the slouching began in November, 2008.

  14. From my grandparents’ generation to some time after mine, the secret handshake of Texans involved the first eighteen lines of the Prologue to The Canterbury Tales. You’d start with “Whan that Aprille with his shoures sote,”
    and the second guy would respond with “The drought of March hath perced to the rote” and then we could go on as long as we wanted. People from less civilized places just looked on in bewilderment. The number of lines we had to memorize increased each year, a thousand, in senior year, as I recall. I don’t remember so many,after half a century, but snatches come back, and memorizing good poetry helped our speech in general. The idea that memory work improved the memory was discredited by psychology, forty years back, and is now coming back into scientific vogue. It always did make sense to most of us.

  15. For the Time Being: A Christmas Oratorio

    Running to Paradise

    Ode: Intimations of Immortality

    — a few beloved poems. We did memorize the Prologue to The Canterbury Tales in college, in Middle English.

    But my crowd’s memorization was mostly limited to (copious numbers of) song lyrics. Not in the same class, really; maybe Leonard Cohen or Bob Dylan or some of Joni Mitchell. A few.

  16. We were required to memorize the Declaration and the Preamble, as I recall.
    For an experiment in high school psych, three of us memorized a poem, one of us free verse, one of us rhyming and scanning, and me Jabberwocky, to demonstrate the memory aids in traditional poetry. Turns out there’s an ability some have to a greater extent to forget the poem and simply recite the sounds. If you are on the radio in a private plane, for example, you’ll hear the tower telling the pilot to climb to x altitude on a heading of y, and switch to aglqmz frequency, and the pilot recites it back. Then he does it, but I suspect the recitation is without necessarily understanding it. Then the pilot unbundles the instructions and does as directed.
    I didn’t memorize many, or any, poems that I recall, but have reread some of them so many times that I come close.

  17. When I was a child and even later, I always had a poem written on a scrap of paper, safety-pinned to my clothes or the curtain above the sink while I did dishes, etc. I started with a book of the 100 “finest poems” in the English language and then went on to other anthologies.

    I also learned the Gettysburg Address, the Constitution, etc. I still learn poems, but mostly old poems, because with a very few exceptions, there are few modern poems worth reading, let alone memorizing. Modern poetry is usually filled with venom, insult, and foul language, not to mention scatology, ugly-minded and blatant sexuality, badly written thoughts, and absolutely no rhythm or musicality.

    A lot of people who don’t like poetry have never come into contact with a good poem.

    I’d like to point out that I’ve memorized a lot of Gerard VanDerLeun’s poetry, from AmericanDigest.org; it sings inside of me, even as I think of it now. It lives among other great poems, and they all are of the finest treasure–the kind that is never exhausted, that is ever-ready at hand (or tongue), and that you can keep even as you give it away to others.

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  19. I can’t recall ever being required to memorize a poem. And though I’m probably the worse for it, I’m not especially good at memorization, so I can’t entirely regret it in my this case. I suspect it might have been an exercise in frustration for me.

    That said, over the past 20 years I’ve found myself compelled to save noteworthy quotes for reference and contemplation.

    Yesterday, while browsing youtube I ran across an impressive collection of quotes by Pythagoras. It was an eye opener for me, as I’d thought him to simply be a great early mathematician.

    I think it might greatly benefit children to be required to memorize quotes by notable personages.

    “The philosophy of the schoolroom in one generation is the philosophy of government in the next.” ? Abraham Lincoln

  20. Recently journeyed to my “warm house” in tropical latitudes, which I love not only for warmth but clear skies. Tonight, I finally got my telescope set up after some technical difficulties with the mounting (when the base goes 10 feet into the earth we’re not talking twiddling thumbscrews), and I skewed first to the M42 nebula in Orion. There it was, the “snowy woods”, still giving birth to stars.

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