In yet another example of me stealing ideas from one of my favorite blogs (Though I would prefer mine evoke Seinfeld imagery), here’s a poem that I found in the front of a notebook from my senior year of high school. I would date it March 2006.
Visitors to the “About” portion of this blog may have noticed a comment (two actually) from one of my favorite teachers ever, Mrs. Green.
In it, she mentions that she has a Ty Johnson original work about a student-teacher. Well, I found it in its original, pencil-print form:
A textbook tool of the queerest sort,
Phony past a fault and stubborn more.
You are impressed by all and know nothing,
Of knowledge or self, Agree with everyone.
Your anxiety shows your ignorance fully and leaves,
no indications of knowledge beyond sense
to breathe, and speak. Speak not so I may
imagine you gone to the diamond, Come
back cynicism! For I long to be
challenged again, He murders
poetry! and dances in the ruins of art,
with a sterile mind.
The student-teacher in question was a baseball player, hence the diamond reference. Mrs. Green was always very cynical, hence her being homaged by cynicism itself.
I have nothing else to say except that reading this poem today caused me to laugh hysterically and run to the computer to transcribe it and share it with you.