Sometimes they listen

I often ask myself, “What the heck am I doing here?” I’m an incredibly sensitive, self-conscious mouse that suffers a complete meltdown in the face of rejection.

I’m a teacher. Every day I face a hundred or so human beings telling me to my face that what I value is irrelevant. Kind of a blow to the old ego.

Every day I have to put on my happy face and smile when I hear, “You teach English? I hated English.” And that’s from the adults.

Yeah, yeah, yeah. I’m a lit freak. I like reading. I like writing. I like tearing down sentences the way some of my students like rebuilding engines. I like exploring stories that are challenging, ones with many levels of meaning. I’m kind of like an Indiana Jones of the written word.

My Motlow college students taunt me. “But Mrs. L., does everything have to have a hidden meaning? Why can’t a writer just write? Why do we have to analyze everything? Can’t we just read for fun?”

Well, yeah, kiddos, of course, you can. But don’t you get chills when you find the hidden gem in a poem? Don’t you dance to the cadence of well-written prose?

Never mind. I know the answers.

But occasionally, one or two students will approach me after class and say, “I get it. This stuff is really cool.” Of course, they wait until everyone else has left the room. It’s just not cool to like what some old dead guy wrote decades ago.

Several years ago, when I was working as a freelance music journalist, I met the Smalltown Poets, an Atlanta-based band, whose members were inspired by their creative writing class.

I guess that’s why I’ve always wanted to teach creative writing. I like being a bridge that links people to their dreams.

I did a little research and found a quote from Michael Johnston, Smalltown Poets band member, who explained how his teacher’s words inspired him.

“Our teacher said, ‘the best writing is honest writing.’ If you’re being vulnerable about who you are and let that come across in your writing, then that’s going to move people.”

Yes! That’s it. I envy Michael’s creative writing teacher. I wish I my words could move people. I wish I could make my students FEEL something when they read.

Yesterday one of my journalism students and I were discussing classic novels. He brought up 1984, Brave New World, and Animal Farm, which he has yet to read.

“Oh, yes,” I said. “Animal Farm, you have to read that one.”

And then our roles reversed. My student became the teacher.

“Hey, Mrs. L, did you know Pink Floyd’s album Animals was based on Animal Farm?” An avid Pink Floyd fan, my student spouted off a brief history.

Huh? You mean Roger Walters actually paid attention to his English teacher? He “got it”? Wow.

Our conversation inspired me to do a little digging to discover other music, inspired by lessons in literature.

  • Both David Bowie and Warren Zevon were inspired by the works of Lord Byron.
  • The Beatles included an image of Edgar Allan Poe on the cover of Sgt. Pepper’s Lonely Hearts Club Band, and John Lennon referred to Poe in “I Am the Walrus.”
  • Both Tool and Brittany Spears referred to Poe’s “dream within a dream” in their works.
  • Christian ska band Five Iron Frenzy includes several quotes from “The Raven” in “That’s How the Story Ends,” and members of the Christian heavy metal / thrash band Tourniquet wrote “Tell-Tale Heart” as a tribute to Poe.
  • Sheryl Crow’s song “All I Wanna Do” was inspired by the poem “Fun” by Wyn Cooper.
  • “All along the Watchtower” by Bob Dylan (and also recorded by Jimi Hendrix) was inspired by Mary Shelley’s Frankenstein. The song also makes references to the Book of Isaiah.
  • Guns N Roses recorded the song “Catcher in the Rye,” inspired by J. D. Salinger’s novel by the same title.
  • Queen’s “Bohemian Rhapsody” was born from Albert Camus’s The Stranger.

Wayne Kirkpatrick has penned and co-penned numerous songs for artists of many genres—Amy Grant, Michael W. Smith, Little Big Town, Bonnie Raitt, Garth Brooks, and many more, including Eric Clapton, who recorded a Grammy Song of the Year, “Change the World.”

I was talking to Wayne during an interview several years ago. Nay, I was gushing during the interview—I really admire him. I asked Wayne about songs from album The Maple Room, particularly “That’s Not New Age.”

Even today I’m intrigued by the song because, one, it responds to the religious critics who questioned his relationship with Christ just because of his art, and, two, it includes the following line: “This won’t be another Salem/That was inexcusible/You won’t be my Cotton Mather/And I won’t be your crucible.”

Wayne Kirkpatrick, thank you for reminding us we aren’t God and we can’t judge another because we can’t see into anyone else’s heart. Thank you for following your convictions. Thank you for listening to your English teacher. Thank you for appreciating literature.

So what’s the take away from this rant?

I can’t make my students like or even appreciate literature. But sometimes they do. It just may take them a while to digest what the writer has to say.

I’m not a famous or important anything, but I am somebody who benefitted from lovers of literature and writing.

Thank you, Charles K. Wolfe, for publishing my first work and inspiring me to write about music.

Thank you, Pat St. Clair, for inspiring my voracious appetite for grammar. Because of you, I’m confident I can write ANYTHING. My college professors told me so.

Thank you, Joyce McCullough, for Friday vocabulary tests that made me fall in love with words and for the little red journal in which I wrote all my thoughts. You wrote back to me. You were the first person to read my thoughts and to make me realize I might have something interesting to say.

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17 thoughts on “Sometimes they listen

  1. I love the lead picture. It is surely moving! I can’t tell you how fortunate your students are to have you as a teacher. I remember my college lit teacher. She let us choose how to thematically interpret stories. Once I used the book “I’m Okay Your Okay” to interpret “Portnoy’s Complaint” and I got an A! Not bad for someone with a major in nursing.

    • I think that! I think it’s so important to allow students to think. I don’t want to dump information in my students brain. I want them to chew upon the words and come up with their own thoughts. I want them to rise above contentment and mediocrity. I guess I’m on my soapbox again. Thank you for sending a comment, Kuby. I really needed that.

  2. You just reminded me of my favorite English teacher with your shout out to her (Joyce McCullough); while inspiring me to get busy on my Motlow Narrative assignment. I don’t know if I should thank you or not. 🙂 You should be headed to Nashville now if you are going to ‘catch’ S.T. before he leaves town. 😉

    • I’m sure she would be so happy to hear you were thinking about her. And now my last words before I go to jail for stalking. IT WAS WORTH EVERY MINUTE! lol Thanks for the heads up. I will proceed to track down Mr. Tyler.

  3. I listened, but like your “cool” students, hid it well. Words were toys, and how I did/do love to play! Sometimes I think perhaps the love of literature is something that people are born with or that they learn at a VERY young age – perhaps by being read to as an infant…

    I was an early reader and always thought of books as borderline “sacred”. Possible reason for that… as a child, if I dropped a book (oh, the horror!), my dad would make me pick it up, tell it I was sorry, and give it a hug and a kiss. I still do that to this day. LOL

    I was reading the newspaper and Reader’s Digest by the time I was 7, and I read “The Omen” and “Pet Cemetery” when I was 8 or 9 — perhaps the origin or my lifelong battle with nightmares???

    Anyway,…. the point of my rambling being that if ya throw enough seeds, eventually something extraordinary will grow. Keep at it farmer twin. 🙂

    • I like that! Farmer twin! Oh my goodness–you read Pet Cemetery that young? I read it as an adult, and it scared the living daylights out of me. I really like the fact that your dad fostered a respect for books. I walked through our school library the other day and just gazed at the novels on the bookshelves. i thought about all the love, blood, sweat, and tears the authors sacrificed just to get their books on those shelves. I saw an empty spot. Surely, there’s room for mine. Maybe? Whatta ya think?

  4. I know I have told you previously but I almost missed a year of football and very nearly had an extra year of high school because of my stubborness about Thoreau and Hawthorne; now, hardly a week goes by that I don’t read something from their works. I’m sure both of them, along with Mrs. Davis would be shocked to know that. Once again, thanks for the words.

    • Thank YOU for mentioning that. Sometimes I feel as if I’m talking to a brick wall when I see the blank stares in my classroom. But it’s amazing how words have a sneaky way of creeping in and lying dormant until they’re ready to spring up and move a person. I am forever thankful that you encouraged me back then. Your words definitely made a huge impact on me. I keep trying.

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  6. So just so you know Mrs. Lockhart i think you do a wonderful job inspiring us to look deeper into stories and helping us find the true meaning of the things we read. I am very thankful you help us to analyze things in a way most of us haven’t before. I think you’re a wonderful teacher even though you do give us essay assignments lol that is your job ha :). Give yourself a little more credit. We understand things better because of you and because you make the effort to encourage us to think deeper 😉

    • No teacher has ever been as bless as I have been. I have the best students ever. You are right up there at the top! Thank you for being such a blessing to me. I am going to miss you and Jessica so much next year. I look forward to every morning because I know you are going to make me smile. You two could have your own television show. You are are ALWAYS into something. I love it! Thank you for being you.

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