one of my favorite students - he must be about 5 or 6 years old in north american years - one day hit upon a nickname for me that he found hilarious. ”paul-t monkey honeybee”. when the kids speak this name, it’s said as though they are probing something… testing authority. they laugh and i laugh with them, encouraging this kind of mischief. (how sad were the teachers who couldn’t bear it when they weren’t taken seriously? i remember a few from junior high school…)
there’s a sonorous pleasure in the way they speak it, very metered, with an emphasis on the second syllable. paul-TEE mon-KEY hon-EY bee. and then this week, another of my favorite kindergarten students started making these iconographic images to accompany my title. they’re really bizarre. i only have one at home here, will have to bring the rest back. she also writes stories about me falling into poo-poo.
i looked at these drawings today and they seemed linked to the question of self-representation that this form - the tumblr form - always brings up for me. which parts of the self to put forward? i’d like to lower the gates… more immediately and actively give expression to my thoughts… make this a repository for all the complexity, embarrassment, sentiment, thought and experiences.
always takes a long time.
and a cringe.