In the story “A Poetics for Bullies” written by Stanley Elkin, a young boy nicknamed Push recieves his enjoyment from torturing the school kids. From controlling. Push is the bully – He intimidates the other students to stay out of his way or do what he says – Push’s “sidekick” – Has a Stanley Elkin`s “A Poetics for Bullies”. Name: Date: Period: Stanley Elkin’s “A Poetics for Bullies” 1. Why does Push refer to himself in the 3rd person? 2. On page —second paragraph—what is the.
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Gradually I reduced the range, allowing the chunks of gravel to come closer to his head. I move toward Eugene. He had begun to talk to them again. He’s fifteen and there’s something wrong with his saliva glands and he drools.
There is sand on his tongue. Push, his funny accent.
His anger is terrific. I would find out the words, the slow turns and strange passes, drain the bloods and get the herbs, do the fires like a vestal. He has done me a favor.
Then he looked sad, disappointed. He goes over his lessons and teaches him tricks, shortcuts. With them, beating guys up is a sport.
Nature of Science Jeopardy. He’s suspicious, he knows me. I’ll burn you down. Do you live here? Sipper wrote, “Elkin’s trademark is to tightrope his way from comedy to tragedy with hardly a slip. They are a race of Gray Ladies. No one was listening to him now, but he kept talking.
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Stanley Elkin`s “A Poetics for Bullies”
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It was clear, beautiful, but faintly foreign like herb-seasoned meat. It rises above his shoulders, his throat, his head. Look at the lines that the various boys are saying to Push on page Each time I see him I will have to fight him. In the gym the coach described plays he had made, set shots he had taken. Beneath me the rapt Slud sits on a bench and raises a weight.
A Poetics for Bullies
I saw his boots. There was a book in his lap.
Bats and gloves and balls lay scattered around them. The buttons were leather buds.