The Guangzhou Story’s sports week continues.
You may remember that I “appropriated” the poem “Dream Deferred” for an earlier post about the Teacher’s Sports Meet (hailed by commenters as “postmodernist pastiche”, “remix culture at work”, and “laziness”) and though I admit that its inclusion didn’t make much sense in context, I promise that it makes sense now!!!!!
A Dream Deferred
What happens to a dream deferred?
Does it dry up
like a raisin in the sun?
Or fester like a sore—
And then run?
Does it stink like rotten meat?
Or crust and sugar over—
like a syrupy sweet?
Maybe it just sags
like a heavy load.
Or does it explode?
— Langston Hughes
The Teacher’s Sports Meet was originally supposed to be today, but after class, as I was changing into running shorts and a sports bra, Andy called and said that he had heard from a student that the sports meeting had been postponed.
In other words it had been deferred.
Like the poem.
It’s called “Dream Deferred”.
This situation is just like in that poem.
I hope I have made myself clear.