June 23, 1936

June 23, 1936

What do we really know about how we relate to our memories?

They are so personal, so undefinable.  Where am I more real: in my

memory or in yours?  Where am I more alive?

                                                            Elie Wiesel

Lubec Public Schools

Report of

For Term Beginning        1935-1936

School                                                         Grade

          First Term                                                   Second Term

Half Days Absent

Times Tardy

Times Dismissed

Deportment

Reading

Spelling

Writing

Language

Arithmetic

History                                    

Geography

Physiology

Declamation

Music

I Can’t

ICan’t

i  can’t.

ICAN’T!

get past deportment:

manners

actions

conduct

demeanor

this dry white square

this dry pen nib

this dry open ink bottle

this wind blowing

those scraps of loose

pencil-shaving-pencil lint across the floor

—(it’s not

March but wouldn’t a warm fire be nice…)

my tea’s cold.

my sandwich crust’s gone

hard…the little

field mouse

on two hind legs in the corner

wipes her nervous face

steps

stands

and wipes her nervous

face…

my the vacant vacant school 

room

i’m teacher

I’m teacher

head in hands

a Lot’s wife

an Orpheus

going salt

going stone

going

mad

curling curling

the thin paper

beside this small stack

of these still

blank

always blank

rank cards—