{"id":364,"date":"2004-04-08T14:20:00","date_gmt":"2004-04-08T14:20:00","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/foxtongue.com\/dreampepper\/2004\/04\/08\/marginalia\/"},"modified":"2004-04-08T14:20:00","modified_gmt":"2004-04-08T14:20:00","slug":"marginalia","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/foxtongue.com\/dreampepper\/2004\/04\/08\/marginalia\/","title":{"rendered":"Marginalia"},"content":{"rendered":"<p><!--more A poem to Found Objects--> <\/p>\n<p>&#8220;Marginalia&#8221; by Billy Collins<\/p>\n<p>Sometimes the notes are ferocious,<br \/>\nskirmishes against the author<br \/>\nraging along the borders of every page<br \/>\nin tiny black script.<br \/>\nIf I could just get my hands on you,<br \/>\nKierkegaard, or Conor Cruise O&#8217;Brien,<br \/>\nthey seem to say,<br \/>\nI would bolt the door and beat some logic into your head.<\/p>\n<p>Other comments are more offhand, dismissive &#8211;<br \/>\n&#8220;Nonsense.&#8221; &#8220;Please!&#8221; &#8220;HA!!&#8221; &#8211;<br \/>\nthat kind of thing.<br \/>\nI remember once looking up from my reading,<br \/>\nmy thumb as a bookmark,<br \/>\ntrying to imagine what the person must look like<br \/>\nwhy wrote &#8220;Don&#8217;t be a ninny&#8221;<br \/>\nalongside a paragraph in The Life of Emily Dickinson.<\/p>\n<p>Students are more modest<br \/>\nneeding to leave only their splayed footprints<br \/>\nalong the shore of the page.<br \/>\nOne scrawls &#8220;Metaphor&#8221; next to a stanza of Eliot&#8217;s.<br \/>\nAnother notes the presence of &#8220;Irony&#8221;<br \/>\nfifty times outside the paragraphs of A Modest Proposal.<\/p>\n<p>Or they are fans who cheer from the empty bleachers,<br \/>\nHands cupped around their mouths.<br \/>\n&#8220;Absolutely,&#8221; they shout<br \/>\nto Duns Scotus and James Baldwin.<br \/>\n&#8220;Yes.&#8221; &#8220;Bull&#8217;s-eye.&#8221; My man!&#8221;<br \/>\nCheck marks, asterisks, and exclamation points<br \/>\nrain down along the sidelines.<\/p>\n<p>And if you have manage to graduate from college<br \/>\nwithout ever having written &#8220;Man vs. Nature&#8221;<br \/>\nin a margin, perhaps now<br \/>\nis the time to take one step forward.<\/p>\n<p>We have all seized the white perimeter as our own<br \/>\nand reached for a pen if only to show<br \/>\nwe did not just laze in an armchair turning pages;<br \/>\nwe pressed a thought into the wayside,<br \/>\nplanted an impression along the verge.<\/p>\n<p>Even Irish monks in their cold scriptoria<br \/>\njotted along the borders of the Gospels<br \/>\nbrief asides about the pains of copying,<br \/>\na bird signing near their window,<br \/>\nor the sunlight that illuminated their page-<br \/>\nanonymous men catching a ride into the future<br \/>\non a vessel more lasting than themselves.<\/p>\n<p>And you have not read Joshua Reynolds,<br \/>\nthey say, until you have read him<br \/>\nenwreathed with Blake&#8217;s furious scribbling.<\/p>\n<p>Yet the one I think of most often,<br \/>\nthe one that dangles from me like a locket,<br \/>\nwas written in the copy of Catcher in the Rye<br \/>\nI borrowed from the local library<br \/>\none slow, hot summer.<br \/>\nI was just beginning high school then,<br \/>\nreading books on a davenport in my parents&#8217; 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