I continue to torture my students by insisting on questions and resisting answers (as if I had many). The latest sticking point: "Anecdote of the Jar". Determined not to occupy the one-with-the-answers position, I said nothing at all about the poem before dictating it a line at a time, pausing after each line so students could annotate their reading. This resulted in much doodling, much "I don't get this" and "I hate this." That was Monday morning. By this morning, Wednesday, I'd resolved to continue saying nothing, although I was rather impatient with those kinds of responses and in fact did scold the class, for about 10 seconds, about their own readerly impatience. Then I read the poem aloud, handed out some blank paper, and asked them to draw the poem.