Poem about Irrationality

            Over coffee this morning, my husband read the poem “The Bog is Dood” by Stevie Smith (1902-1971).  Of course, the phrase doesn’t mean anything, but people rally around it and denounce those who don’t.  It speaks to so much that is irrational in the discourse when she was writing the poem in 1950, but resonates today, doesn’t it?  A fact is not a fact.  “The bog is dood,” they feel, and so it is so.  And the poet wants to get away, to walk along the shore, and fantasizes about the waves washing the bog-dooders away.  But the bog-dooders seem back in force and loud to blaring in this pre-election season.  Get me to the seashore.

About Sally Hobart Alexander

Blinded at the age of twenty-six, I left California and elementary school teaching for life in Pittsburgh, Pa. There, I met my husband, got a Masters' degree in social work, had two kids, now 35 and 32, and became a writer. Surprisingly, the writing career led me full-circle to teaching, and I teach in Chatham University's M.F.A. program and lead two writing critique groups. Always, since the age of 26, I have traveled, not in the stereotypic darkness attributed to blindness, but a mist. My blog then, "traveling through the mist" will deal with issues in my culturally different life as a blind writer, teacher, speaker, and human being.
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