It's marginal

Have you ever made a note or comment in the margin of page? What kind of comment was it? A reaction? A reminder? A note to help you? Or did it express an anger, a sigh, a giggle?

So the question is asked - will marginalia disappear now that electronic reading is growing? And even if you make an electronic comment, will anyone ever find it? Or will it disappear when you delete the page, a bit of you lost/destroyed as the image dissolves into non-ash?

School kids are reminded not to write in their textbooks. The schools often own the books, and your notes in the margin 'damage' the book for the next student. When I went off to college, I wanted my textbooks to all be new. I didn't want some fellow student's discard. I wanted new, new, new. For one semester, I afforded new. By my second semester, my economic standards dwindled, and I bought all used books. By mid semester, I not only was satisfied with the monies I saved by buying used, but I was leaps ahead in understanding what my textbooks really said - I was reading the marginalia. I could trigger discussion points with my classmates - points and ideas that I would have never imagined on my own.

Take Ode To Autumn by John Keats. How many times had I read this book and made the routine acceptance that Keats wrote about autumn. Until I read a note in the margin - a note left by a previous owner of my textbook. The note? It addressed the whole second stanza, starting with Keat's word 'abroad'. Was this really meant to be "a broad"?

"Heehee," said the comment.

"... whoever seeks abroad may find
Thee sitting careless on a granary floor... "

The next scribbled comment said "Whoa, Keats!" and was followed by a smiley face.
(Obviously, I noted, this book was previously owned by a GUY)

I re-read the first stanza.  "...Close bosom-friend of the maturing sun...

And I jumped sentences ahead.

"Thy hair soft-lifted by the winnowing wind;
Or on a half-reaped furrow sound asleep,
Drowsed with the fume of poppies... '

Hmmm, this guy - the previous owner of this book, the margin writer - had a point.

Was Keats dipping into porn poetry? Or was my marginal writer suffering? 

Marginalia. 

My classmates stared at me when I suggested the poem was about 'a broad'. My professor rolled his eyes. "Explain this!" he commanded. I did, following the marginalia in my used book. 

Suddenly I was the star. Because I dared to interpret, dared to find imagery, dared to be bold in my comments, the professor accepted this 'marginal' idea.

Marginalia has opened many eyes to new ideas. The whole New York Times article teaches us that margin notes are worthy and are history lessons in their own right. Sometimes marginalia can stand alone, create a thought or even a world that never would exist otherwise. 

Don't stop writing in the margins. Share your concepts, your imagery, your knowledge. Okay, don't write in a library book; keep those notes in a journal. That journal? A best seller someday??? It is marginally possible.

Here is a Billy Collins' poem on marginalia. You go places with this...