A THANKSGIVING TIK TALE: It was Thanksgiving, 1974. I opted not to go home for the 5-day Thanksgiving Break. My plan was to have some "alone time" to write poetry. That sounds nuts, and is nuts, but I was (and still am) very "into" poetry writing. I was taking the Poetry Writing Course offered by the Vanderbilt English Department, taught by Poet in Residence, James Seay. You may remember Mr. Seay, he was a young professor, very tall and slender, with very long dark hair. He looked very mysterious because he wore a black patch over one eye. Very bohemian, very cool.
So, the Poetry Writing course requirement was to write a new poem every week all semester long. In other words, be a poet, write poetry - about 15 or 16 poems. Well, the course was terrifying, because it was taught "round-table" style. Here’s how it looked: we all (a dozen or so of us) sat around a big conference room table, and each week, everyone had to show up with a new poem, circulate copies to Mr. Seay and classmates, recite the poem, and then listen to each classmate’s verbal "critique." Finally, Mr. Seay critiqued each poem - on the spot, in front of thewhole class. The student then received the poem back from Mr. Seay. I kid you not, it was intensely frightening. If you were lucky, he put a "check mark" next to a line or two, and if you were very lucky, he wrote a terse comment at the foot of the page. A comment heard a lot from classmates was "that sounds trite" or "that is like Rod McKuen (the popular poet who was always trite). I began hearing "trite" in my dreams. Trite means "used so commonly that the novelty is worn off; stale; syn: hackneyed, stereotyped, commonplace." A powerful word, I’ll tell you.
This method of teaching was meant to teach the young poet to "self-critique" - the idea being, write a page of lines, come back to it the next day, and critique yourself. If there is one good line, keep it, scrap the rest, and start over. This method is actually quite useful. But at the time, I was terrified, because some of the critiques were quite cutting. It felt like Chinese Water Torture.
So, it was Thanksgiving, and I’m planning to light a roaring fire at the Tik House fireplace, set the mood just so, and write. But . . . there was always the lure of our stereo, and the Allman Brothers, Lynyrd Skinyrd, you name it, I put it on the stereo for inspiration.
Then, about 3:00 a.m., I’m agonizing with writer’s block - I heard screeching tires coming from the direction of the SAE House (this is a true story). So, I go out on the side porch, and I’m looking down 25th Avenue (south, toward Memorial Gym) - and this drunk guy had set a Grocery Store Cart/basket in the middle of 25th Avenue! Then he was backing his car up. It was a very clunky looking Chevy, and not a late model, more like a 1960's model. When he had backed it up sufficiently, he put the car in gear, and he floored it - "burned rubber" - heading at break-neck speed toward this grocery cart. I suppose his goal was to launch the cart into space, because when he hit it, the cart actually did go airborne! The impact made a loud "crack" noise. The thing flew over and landed in the Phi Delta Theta yard, with a thud.
To me, this was intensely entertaining, and because there were only a few people to witness it, this stunt was obviously being done for the pure fun of it, much like when David Letterman features someone throwing large pumpkins off of a tall building, just to watch them splatter.
So, I finished a few poems, showed up in class the next week, and got creamed for trite poetry. One of my classmates was the very cool Marie Raggianti (yes the very same Marie Raggianti who later became very famous for blowing the whistle on Tennessee Governor Ray Blanton, the pardons and parole scandal, which eventually brought down Ray Blanton, and a movie was made - "Marie" starring Sissy Spacek). Well, Marie was a really nice girl, very lovely, very cool. Why else would they get Sissy Spacek to play her on the big screen? I had a very enjoyable, friendly date with her, we talked poetry - she told me she liked "my stuff" - but little did I know she was destined for fame.
All of those words, just to waste time, (I love wasting time) thinking about the Tik Mansion at Thanksgiving. I wish each of you a very happy and blessed Thanksgiving.
GEEZER PHOTO FEST, PART 2, FROM 2006 VU REUNION: In todays e-mail, Doug Martin sent me an additional treasure trove of pics. Great memories - Doug, you make me feel very, well, thankful to be an ATO.
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10 comments:
E-MAIL FROM VAN SAYLER, November 22, 2006:
"great stuff, keep it coming!!
Van"
E-MAIL FROM TISON KEEL, November 22, 2006:
"Larry:
Thanks for the tale. I remember Seay, because i lived in Vanderbilt Hall Soph year, where he had his office on the ground floor. Was a guy named Charlie Cobean in your poetry class? I know he took at least two of Seay's courses. Charlie was an excellent poet, editor of Versus, lives in Nashville, and I was hanging out with him a lot at our reunion.
Since you spent some time with JD, I wonder, is he quite sane? Last time I saw, many years ago, him he was on the edge. His sister had been kidnapped in Birmingham at knifepoint from a bar and was found dead a couple weeks later outside Atlanta. JD was obsessed and totally freaked by that event, not surprisingly, but to the point of being frightening.
Your tale reminded me of an event you may have been part of. I'm pretty sure Buck was there. He was recently back from his "sabbatical" and especially anxious to avoid interactions with campus disciplinary figures.
Several of us were throwing snowballs in the back yard, and at the occasional car. Seeing a U-Haul van coming down 25th Ave. driven by a couple longhairs, we crouched behind the fence, jumped up and NAILED the side of the van with at least 3 direct hits. It must have sounded like an explosion inside, because it was loud as h### outside. The driver jammed on the brakes, skidded on the snowy road, and hit a telephone pole just beside the funeral home head on, snapping it. Tics scattered like leaves. The driver took off, and I think we pledged him the next spring - Dick Stoner?
Were you there?
Tison Keel
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MY REPLY TO TISON, November 22, 2006:
"Tison:
I do remember Charlie Cobean, vaguely. I submitted one of my poems, and he published it in Versus - reluctantly - and only because I lobbied him hard, and told him the poem had Mr. Seay's quite positive remarks on it. He insisted on editing my poem, a little - I think just to show me he had the "publisher's power."
Hey, great story! I remember watching the mayhem unfold, from within the sanctum of Tik Mansion. I looked out through the window, saw you snow ball pummelers hit the car, and though "oh, s_ _t!" Awesome tale of yore! Please send more, I'll feature you as a "Guest Blog Meister"
Larry
E-MAIL FROM FRANK BILLER TO TISON KEEL, November 22, 2006:
"Dear T,
Great memory. I was just back from my international study semester at "Vanderbilt in Iowa". I believe it was you, me, JD, Chet and Stoner and we were watching the Steelers play in the Super Bowl on a Sunday afternoon. I am not sure Larry was there.
Larry's description of Seay set off the "gay-dar". Larry speaks with tones of great admiration. I am wondering if he wanted to be Seay or be with
Seay? Not that there's anything wrong with that. That would of course raise questions about Larry's declaration of "I love all my ATO brothers"
(C. Rapp, our fine brother from St. Louis notwithstanding).
I am copying brother Chet Brewer on this remembrrance.
Thank you and God bless Tison.
Regards,
Buck
PS- I talked to JD several times during the abduction of his sister. I was living in Atlanta at the time. He had called to alert me to the abduction
in the event he needed a place to stay and/or help in Atlanta. I was so sad for JD and at the same time frightened for him. I knew his involvement in
the drug scene in AL and wondered at that time if there was some connection and he might be in danger. I don't know if the case was ever resolved. I am sure it has been a horrible memory and heartache for JD and his family over the years.
TISON'S REPLY TO BUCK, November 22, 2006:
"Thanks for the confirm, Buck! I remembered the way you skulked back to the house later that day, jumpy and eyes open for authority figures, considering your delicate position at the time. No comment on the strange attraction for the one-eyed poet.
I could not recall the other participants, so thanks for filling in my dim memory. I do recall with some fondness the fact that we scattered instinctively to all points of the compass. For your information I arrived back first at the scene of the crime, having ducked behind the Phi Delt house, removed my knit cap, inverted my reversible jacket from the blue to the red, and casually strolled back down 25th to survey the damage (and to establish my alibi). The van had immediately departed without notifying any authorities or seeking suspects at the Tic house. We speculated that the hippie-types driving may have been under the influence of and/or transporting mass quantities of "artificials," and hence even less interested than you in explaining the event to the police.
God bless and Happy Thanksgiving!
Tison Keel
VP Sales & Marketing
Daikin America Inc.
(845) 365-9566 (office)
(845)-365-9515 (fax)
tkeel@daikin-america.com
CREATIVE JUICES FLOW - BUCK'S RESPONSE TO TISON:
"Dear T,
I was "sweatin' bullets" due to my tenuous position with the office of the Dean and the honor counsel at the time. Also, having previously visited
the inner workings of the Metro "Facility" during my freshman year, I had no desire to deal with Nashville's finest that day.
Your recollection that the drivers of the assaulted vehicle might have been practising "herbalists" does ring true. It certainly explains their hasty
departure!
Regards,
Buck"
THE MIGHTY LEAPIN' GENE YOUNG WEIGHS IN, November 22, 2006:
"Larry--
I, too, had a course with Prof. Seay. Freshman year, second semester, I think. After observing the coed talent in the engineering school, I was looking for greener pastures so I used one of my A&S electives on intro to poetry. After the first paper, we each had an office visit with Seay. He handed me a "D" then asked me what my major was--- told him mechanical engineering.
He got a pained look on his face, and asked why I was taking poetry. Didn't have the guts to tell the truth; don't remember what I said. He ended up passing me in the course out of pity since I did not have the wit to transfer. Had the same luck with the coeds as Aylward and I had later in Women's Studies. Not good. Happy Thanksgiving"
MY RESPONSE TO GENE: Gene, tale-well-told! I got a huge laugh. Happy Thanksgiving, old friend. -- Larry
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I too studied with James Seay. I think I grew my hair out in an attempt to look cool like him - not even close. I doubt I tried the eye patch, but thinking about it now it may have helped... Many years later I rented a summer home in Old Lyme CT from a UNC professor of English Lit who told me that James had taken up residence at UNC in the 80's. His reputation at UNC was not unlike the one he had at Vandy. All these pictures of old guys - I'd like to see what the good professor looks like these days. Professor Larry - can you find a picture of James Seay 2006?
Nice Thanksgiving memories, Tics.
I particularly like the 25th street vehicular memories, but to Tison Keel I can say that I was not driving the rental van that smashed into the Telephone pole after being pummelled by tics' snowballs. IT sounds fun and reminds me of the time in 1977 when we "visited" the ZBT house, through a kitchen ventilator, from the roof, and found a huge supply of soda bottles waiting to be sent back to the bottling plant. Our spot on the roof was such that the Phi Delt patio was in range so we tossed 20-30 cases over on the patio to add a "touch of glass" to the homecoming or other party that was planned for the following day. No wrecked vans, no shopping carts rammed on the street at 3 AM, just 4-5 inches of broken glass on the patio, complements of the Tics of '77.
Tison, my pledge year was 1975 and I was quite honored to join WM Arthur Landry, Chip Heartfield, and Mark McGann for a beer just before this Thanksgiving, in McLean VA. We tried very hard to remember some of the best lines from Star Chamber, and came up with the " Swede's joke" as the best of the year 1976 or 77 when Heartfield was pledge trainer. IT started with the line " Ollie Oleson, and Sven Svenson were fishing in a wheat field in Wisconsin........" It earned the pledge a roaring acceptance, and we remembered that Star Chamber 30 years later, with David Haines' help.
Cheers to all. Dick Stoner, Rockville, Maryland
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