Statement of Teaching Philosophy

Statement of Teaching Philosophy
Keith Leonard

My students want certainty. They want it
so badly. They respect science and have memorized
complex formulas. I don’t know
how to tell my students their parents
are still just as scared. The bullies get bigger
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L’elefante e il boa

            Girovago per Catania come un gatto. Zampetto per le vie parallele, saltello e miagolo, origlio tavoli da pranzo in famiglia, distanti grugniti e brontolii. Come fa la città dell’elefante, così ricolma di persone e frigoriferi, come fa a sembrare così vuota? Da una finestra invisibile esce Puccini, le arie echeggiano inquietanti nella piazzetta, come il sonar di un sottomarino tedesco. Ed io girovago felinamente. Dietro un angolo trovo un uccello per terra, ancora vivo. Un passante mi dice “è una rondine, non vola più, ha l’ala rotta.”

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Brotherhood and Unity: On Catholics, Metal, and TYTUS from Trieste

25 May 2019 (Palestra LUPo, Catania), Jettasangu Fest Vol. 7

Monochromatic clothes with crosses skulls death cemeteries blood bones and disturbing slogans written across their chests and backs, long hair, ripped sleeves, chains, all black to black. I keep thinking: the rebels that stay are poor catholic boys shouting at their baptism priest. Continue reading

Homebodies: Is There Still No Place Like Home?

…com’è tutta la vita e il suo travaglio
in questo seguitare una muraglia
che ha in cima cocci aguzzi di bottiglia.

…how all life and its troubles
are in this going on a wall
with sharp bottle shards on top.

—Eugenio Montale, “Meriggiare pallido e assorto” (1916)

I ain’t got no home, ain’t got no shoes
Ain’t got no money, ain’t got no class…
Ain’t got no mother, ain’t got no name…

Yeah, what have I got
Nobody can take away?

I got my hair, got my head,
Got my brains, got my ears
Got my eyes, got my nose,
Got my mouth, I got my smile…

—Nina Simone, “Ain’t Got No, I Got Life” (1968)

You ask: Is There Still No Place Like Home?

This body is my only home, and this body has been fed, medicated, transported, abandoned, beaten, molested, admired, kissed, criticized, compared, welcomed, fingerprinted, documented, measured, clothed, undressed, fucked, loved, rejected, shaved, shamed. I am in my body like a freak fetus in a womb. Continue reading

NOISE: A Twenty-First Century Ode to Chicago

“it is characteristic of noise to recall us brutally to real life”

– Luigi Russolo

            It hit me when I turned thirty-one. That need to find more, see more, hear more, touch more (not taste, my palate’s really picky), lose more, destroy more. The first thirty years of your life, you gather; the other thirty, you lose; so you can die even. Continue reading