The lecture: A Poem November 4, 2022Harry RickettsCreative & PoetryI’m counting down the lectures I’ll never give again. Last week it was “Christabel,” Coleridge’sweird Gothic fragment. Did he really have a thing about lesbian sex? Before that, why Malvolio being treatedas mad is appropriate as well as cruel: an idea I had forty-five years ago in Hong Kong, smoking through the night.Soon it’ll be a Borgesian reading of “The Rime of the Ancient Mariner.” Another old idea, but much better than the trippy essay on whichmy tutor wrote: “Mindless mind-expansion! Don’t do this again.” Most lecturers become Ancient Mariners in the end, a bit of a bore,our once smart thought “a huge variety of all the same,” as an old friend put it. The technology’s an ever-freshening hellI shan’t regret. The students, I shall. Those unlined faces, half-listening, half- lost in thoughts of what now, what next,surreptitiously opening a screen, sending a text. Well, they’re hungry, and it’s their world.Print Harry RickettsHarry Ricketts is a poet, biographer, editor and essayist. Born and brought up in England, he lives in Wellington, Aotearoa, New Zealand where he taught for many years in the English Programme at Te Herenga Waka Victoria University of Wellington.Share this:Click to share on Twitter (Opens in new window)Click to share on Facebook (Opens in new window)Click to share on LinkedIn (Opens in new window)Click to share on Pinterest (Opens in new window)Click to share on Telegram (Opens in new window)Click to share on Tumblr (Opens in new window)Click to share on Reddit (Opens in new window)Click to share on WhatsApp (Opens in new window)Related Posts 1564 Coriolanus Before His Troops Jeremiah Nature