One of mine today!
I’ve never participated in any writing intensives, but this month I have been writing a poem every day for National Poetry Month. It’s been fun experimenting at the edge of form and from intriguing prompts. I would never have written these poems otherwise. I have written on the Tar Sands, on being given up for dead as a 2-year-old, about being in NYC for Hurricane Sandy, about a magician on the metro in Paris, a poem made up of ten lies, a poem to something inanimate, and so on. Catch the New York School prompt, below, for a great example of what we’ve been challenged with.
The other terrific part has been participating as a group member with 17 extremely talented Canadian poets–their support has been invaluable, their talent and skill breath-taking. To read their work day after day? Priceless. (For everything else, there’s MC.)
This challenge has been completely and utterly exhausting. I will be glad when it’s over next week. Really, really glad.
To quote Thom Donovan, whose guidelines we used for the New York School poem:
“It is a “recipe” or constraint of sorts for writing a New York School poem (my class read James Schuyler, Bernadette Mayer, Charles Bernstein, and Dorothea Lasky—a heterodox selection, I realize; and listened to Eileen Myles, Schuyler, Robert Creeley, and Ron Padgett via PennSound).
“Students were encouraged to use as many of the following “ingredients” as possible: