Page 2-Sunday,;February 26, 1978-The Michigan Daily The Michigan Daily-Sunday, Febr RAMRLINGS/ lani jordan SELECTION/ jacob miller ROOTLESS. For all intents and purposes, I've never really belonged anywhere. This is not merely a confession of psychological alienation. I really do not have a home. I was raised in a military family whose idea of a normal year was to crate up our belongings and trek off to' another in a long line of residences. In my eighteen years with them, we moved seventeen times. I attended eleven schools in twelve grades. Not exactly the best way to nurture a feeling of belonging. Sometimes some of the boxes wee left packed from one move to the next. There was no point in doing otherwise. On a recent job appliction I was asked to "list all addresses for the past ten years." I couldn't remember all of them. The ones I did recall filled a typed page. There was also a request for a list of all schools attended. Another typed page. IT's truly a problem and being at the University only makes it worse. "Where are you from?" ranks high on the list of conversation-openers all over campus. People are identified by their point of origin. This is Joe X, he's from West Bloomfield. Immediate iden- tification. You know something about this person's background. While Joe X. may turn out to be atypical for West Bloomfield, at least you have something on which to base a first im- pression. Now, take me. "Where are you from?" someone asks me in the course of our first conversation. Already I'm at a loss. Should I say Mt. Clemens; Michigan, where good old mom and dad have settled "until old age," a place I only call home by nature of using it for a permanent address. I lived in glorious Mt. Clemens for a grand total of seven months, hardly long enough to find my way around, let alone develop a sense of identity. To inform someone "I am from Mt. Clemens" seems somewhat inaccurate. WELL, HOW about the place before that, Centreville, Michigan, a minute burg which, according to my mother, never caught on to the '50's craze because they were still in the '40's. Sure, I enjoyed living there. I donned a Centreville High School cheerleading uniform and pledged my undying loyalty to the Bulldogs every Friday night for nearly a year. Still, I'm not from Centreville. The entire year I spent there was like being a character in Our Town. It was a game. I am also not from the suburb of Detroit where I resided for brief periods between jaunts around the country, nor from San Diego, California (a place many Navy families claim as home, whether they've ever lived there or not). Maybe my place of birth could be considered "where I'm from." Honolulu, Hawaii. It sounds exotic. And replying that to some stranger's "Where are you from?" is a sure way to prolong a conversation. After that answer, I don't escape until I relate all the details of why I am in Michigan in mid- winter when I could be surfing, lying on a sandy beach, watching palm trees wave, etc., etc. It gets a little old after awhile. I'm not really from Hawaii either though. My life there, as it was nearly everywhere else, was spent as a Navy brat on base. Believe me, one base is just about the same as the next. I never really made a home there either. SO, HERE I am in Ann Arbor. A place where few people really be- long. And although I have lived here two-and-a-half years, longer than I've lived anywhere, I don't belong here either. I am a student, and students are aliens who arrive with their few belongings, usually spend only four years and ultimately pack up their tent, so to speak, and vanish into the sunset to be seen only in the alumni section at the football game. Where am I from? The question plagues me. To be sure I sometimes reply Mt. Clemens just to get off the hook but it leaves me feeling dislocated and rootless. I don't intend to spend my life this way, however. Someday, when I find the right place, I'm going to park myself and not leave for 20 years, maybe longer. Maybe I'll stay so long people won't be able to remember when I wasn't there. I'll throw out all the packing boxes, watch a sapling grow to shade my yard, and find the answer to "where are you from?" Conversation With Herr Doktor Concerning a Critical Writing of the History of Dullness "The only true History is a random History. '-Catullus Schwartz Quick! Quick! Now Boy! Pounce on it dog- Herodotus, Thucydides and Tacitus are locked in the closet; and as the elements grow thin, DULLNESS MARCHES AGAIN UPON DR YHILLS. Herr Doktor, forgive me. I will try to be more coherent. I know that Ishould try to approach this more sincerely and I assure you that in the future I will, but for today Y let me feed you some History. Of late, Isleep a lot, i.e., Isleep a lot, of late. We all have priorities... Yet like any well-meaning complacent, Iam absent-minded. When I wake though, I wake to lips, wet and pouting in thick air. But enough of this Political doggerel. Allow me to sing of better distractions still. Mike called me tonight and informed me that laughter was no longer fashionable and that the Neanderthal mentality was back in vogue. Mike said, "Our 'natural' generation wants someone who's aware of his roots, someone who goes back to the good ol' days of Primitive Man. Someone who doesn't use 'modern' conveniences, like words, but communicates in a 'natural' way, like groaning, howling, etc.," other assorted mundane facts. Later, said he was tired and had to get up early in the morning- yes I'll have another cup of coffee, thank you. Bah, it's bitter... But Herr Doktor, tell me, what if History could be reduced to a gambling equation? What if time, places, dates and occurances all merely fall at randorm like dice? What then? No answer? Fine. No matter. Let us speak of wet pavement of late night London streets, of cracking wall of Jerusalem wailing in heat, heat, heat, of music, tones, notes, colors, flesh, platd in Paris, in Rome, in Athens, in Sparta, the great men assembling, and high ways, mountains, factories, forest, and shelters of all dimensions, reclining against the cushions of History... Come Herr Doktor, let us speak of what is dull. Herr Doktor. Goddamnit! Wake up! The time is ripe: if only we can construct an ambiance from which I might capture, cultivate and depict the truer nature and superior occurances observable within the History of Dullness. Sunday magazine She Tore Up Th Poem I Wrote Ah and now sits, unnaturally still, in a chair by the w Her pose for the n is of a special kind dignified boredon She would like to but won 't. FICIWSTiC PUZZLE. BY STEPHEN J. POZSGAI Copyright 1978 INSTRUCTIONS Guess the words defined at the left and write them in over their numbered dashes. Then, transfer each letter to the cor- responding numbered square in the grid above. The letters printed in the upper-right-hand corners of the squares indi- cate from what clue-word a particular square's letter comes from. The grid, when filled in, should read as a quotation from a published work. The darkened squares are the spaces between words. Some words may carry over to the next line. Meanwhile, the first letter of each guessed word at the left, reading down, forms an acrostic, giving the author's name and the title of the work from which the quote is extracted. As words and phrases begin to form in the grid, you can work back and forth from clues to grid until the puzzle is complete. ofternoo the cat on the cc purrs the coffee on th boils me I'm emptying al in the ap i don't do this o it's gooa i don't think ab I'm empi N. Flush: fill A. Fender; polisher- 13 80 147 180 183 8 11 15 70 102 66 109 219 B. Development of a ploy leading to the catastrophe C. Grimm's Fairy tale in which the sister must keep dumb for seven years (2 words) D. Forming a cylindrical structure E. '-West of the Moon" Norwegian Fairy Tale (4 words) F. Title of Red Riding Hood tale in Grimm's Fairy Tales (2 words, 1 Comp.) G. Discoverers of tIe gingerbreol ouse (3 words) H. Period added to harmonize the lunar with the solar calendar- I.'The Frog King's faithful servant (2 words) (Grimm's) J. A shuttle falling into a well leads to gold for the youngest and pitch for the oldest child in this Grimm's Tole (2 words) K. One who delivers or discharges a cargo L. Guest of the Seven dwarfs (2 words)_ M. Reverted to the state due to the. death of the owner intestate without heirs . 4 32 51 117 135 93 68 155 1 24 42 67 174 90 131 170 179 189 199 206 211 232 6 169 79 190 209 235 0 30 9- 5 5 6 7 - - - - 10 30 39 50 57 65 75 89 98 107 130 149. 23 36 45 59 111 119 133 160 105 150 171 225 O. Grimm's Tale in which an aging faithful dog and a three-legged cat scare off a wolf and a boor (2 words) P. English Fairy Tale in which pixie juice reveals the invisible (2 words) Q. Inform; instruct R. Slang refusal (2 words) S. Only she could fit into the lost slipper (Grimm's) T. Lacking variety: monotonous: dull U. Emdciation V. Food: Nutriment W. English Fairy Tale in which in return for spinning 5 skeins of flax a night, an imp gets possession of the queen, unless she can guess his name (3 words) X. Danish Fairy Tale in which three women compete to see who has the stupidest husband (2 words) Y. Dine at a restaurant (2 words) Z. 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It is a sport where success as symbolized Bby the championship re- quires that the dictates of community prevail over selfish personal impulses." Bill Bradley ife on the Run (Continued from Page 3) difficulty faced by the reader, at least initially, in reading Hall's memoirs. It is hard to picture Pound groping for words or "Dylan the Drunken Boor, Dylan the Roaring Boy." Hall writes both clearly and figuratively but the images are often sad. Partly by design, partly because of circumstance (Hall met three of the four late in their lives, after they had withdrawn from the mainstream of literary life), Remembering Poets ends up as four self-contained portraits that reveal a great deal about the influene#° in the lives of modern poets. There is only a small amount of overlap between the sections, and little repetition despite the fact that the careers of Eliot and Pound in, particular were at one point intertwined. Once the entertaining idea of treating prophets as people becomes familiar, the pithy chapters can be illuminating. Thomas is pathetic, Frost vain, Eliot shrewd, Pound befuddled. Hall devotes each section to an explanation of the inadequacies of these adjectives. Sometimes he is more successful, sometimes not. S .WH HALLS 'Freudian !ai-alysis brushed away (fortunately the book is written so that the option is open) the unifying idea is that one risks all to become a leading poet. Part of the gamble is that none of the work will survive; the other part is that the self- destructive urge that often comes with the creative process will prove too strong. "Dylan chose the suffering not as the release of natural instincts but as punishment for the sin of writing poems," but Frost, Eliot, and Pound demonstrate the value of endurance. Hall devotes the most space in his Paris 'RIeview interviews -with Pound early in March; 196. -The mintite by minute accoun year-old poet L is tiring. 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