ENG 607: MFA Poetry Workshop

  What are your initial thoughts about Kaminsky's Deaf Republic? How did it affirm, challenge, or change what you know about poetry as a genre of literature? How did it affirm, challenge, or change what you know about deaf/silence and community? How are craft and content in conversation in this work? How are the sensibilities engaging in this work? Additional thoughts...

  On the Black Avant-Garde, Trigger Warnings, and Life in East Hampton In Conversation with Poet Dawn Lundy Martin   by  Adam Fitzgerald https://lithub.com/on-the-black-avant-garde-trigger-warnings-and-life-in-east-hampton/

  by Salazar (Cuba) brothers BY  LUCILLE CLIFTON (being a conversation in eight poems between an aged Lucifer and God, though only Lucifer is heard. The time is long after.) 1 invitation come coil with me here in creation’s bed among the twigs and ribbons of the past. i have grown old remembering the garden, the hum of the great cats moving into language, the sweet fume of the man’s rib as it rose up and began to walk. it was all glory then, the winged creatures leaping like angels, the oceans claiming their own. let us rest here a time like two old brothers who watched it happen and wondered what it meant. 2 how great Thou art listen. You are beyond even Your own understanding. that rib and rain and clay in all its pride, its unsteady dominion, is not what you believed You were, but it is what You are; in your own image as some lexicographer supposed. the face, both he and she, the odd ambition, the desire to reach beyond the stars is You. All You, all You the loneliness, the perfect

  Free Writing Volta Review of Sensibilities break Workshop 1 break Workshop 2

  Sonnet 130: My mistress' eyes are nothing like the sun BY  WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE My mistress' eyes are nothing like the sun; Coral is far more red than her lips' red; If snow be white, why then her breasts are dun; If hairs be wires, black wires grow on her head. I have seen roses damasked, red and white, But no such roses see I in her cheeks; And in some perfumes is there more delight Than in the breath that from my mistress reeks. I love to hear her speak, yet well I know That music hath a far more pleasing sound; I grant I never saw a goddess go; My mistress, when she walks, treads on the ground.    And yet, by heaven, I think my love as rare    As any she belied with false compare. *** According to Poetry Foundation: Glossary of Poetic Terms a Volta - Italian word for “turn.” In a sonnet, the volta is the turn of thought or argument: in Petrarchan or Italian  sonnets  it occurs between the  octave  and the  sestet , and in Shakespearean or English before the final coupl

  Agenda 8/23 Write Overview of Syllabus Break Workshop Sign-Up Court of Kentucky Poets Sign-Up Poetic Sensibilities Break Writers that are Readers - how to discuss the readings  Workshop Procedures

My Name  by  Sandra Cisneros In English my name means hope. In Spanish it means too many letters. It means sadness, it means waiting. It is like the number nine. A muddy color. It is the Mexican records my father plays on Sunday mornings when he is shaving, songs like sobbing. It was my great-grandmother's name and now it is mine. She was a horse woman too, born like me in  the Chinese year of the horse--which is supposed to be bad luck if you're born female-but I think this is a Chinese lie because the Chinese, like the Mexicans, don't like their women strong.   My great-grandmother. I would've liked to have known her, a wild, horse of a woman, so wild she wouldn't marry. Until my great-grandfather threw a sack over her head and carried her off. Just like that, as if she were a fancy chandelier. That's the way he did it. And the story goes she never forgave him. She looked out the window her whole life, the way so many women sit their sadness on an elbow. I won

 

  Natasha Trethewey served two terms as the 19th Poet Laureate of the United States. Learn more about her  here . When I workshopped some poems with her at Bread Loaf Writers' Conference, she shared with us her "Poetic Sensibilities".  They were genius, much like their author.  If I remember correctly, these sensibilities included: Narrative Sensibility Sonic Sensibility Philosophical/Intellectual Sensibility   Emotional  Sensibility  Architectural Sensibility Visual Sensibility  Let us take a moment to discuss these sensibilities as a means of discovering what we value in poems and why we value those attributes. Finally, let us try to use these "sensibilities" to discuss what we value and what can be strengthened in the poems we read and share.

 Reading Like a Writer - Discussions about Poetry Collections What is Reading Like a Writer? Reading like a writer means being impacted by a piece of literature and investigating how the writer did it. Reading like a writer means being impacted by a piece of literature and investigating how the writer did it. Successful works of writing succeed for different reasons―a distinctive voice, moving storytelling, an empowering message, etc. Writers don’t achieve that recognition randomly: they earn it by crafting every plot point and character, every stanza and line break, with care and precision. As a reader-slash-writer, it’s up to you to  pay attention  to these craft elements, and how they contribute to the work as a whole.  read more  ... and here ... this page may be most helpful