Ulysses 2012

I’m getting back to posting regularly here (I pledge) because I have started the 2012 version of my Ulysses seminar, which is the most intensively digital class I teach.  Here is the syllabus for Spring 2012.  On the first day of class, to explain some of my decision-making, I showed students clips of Howard Rheingold on 21st-century literacies and the RSA version of Dan Pink on motivation.

More about this class to come–

Grim, Shakespeare. Grim.

Getting ready to teach this sonnet yesterday, I realized that I was doing so during my fortieth winter. Yikes.

 

When forty winters shall besiege thy brow

And dig deep trenches in thy beauty’s field,

Thy youth’s proud livery, so gazed on now,

Will be a tottered weed, of small worth held.

Then being asked where all thy beauty lies—

Where all the treasure of thy lusty days—

To say within thine own deep-sunken eyes

Were an all-eating shame and thriftless praise.

How much more praise deserved thy beauty’s use,

If thou couldst answer “This fair child of mine

Shall sum my count and make my old excuse”—

Proving his beauty by succession thine.

    This were to be new made when thou art old,

    And see thy blood warm when thou feel’st it cold.