Help Me Choose!

Now that the Pulitzer Remix project is over, our fearless leader Jenni B. Baker is assembling a manuscript to pitch to publishers. Due to the sheer number of poems, we are all choosing what we think are the best of the work we produced, to help her sort out some early candidates. After some personal/family factors, I do not have the entire 31 poems I hoped to have, but I do have a good amount of poems to choose from–if I could make a decision.

That’s where you come in.

Please go see all the poems I wrote during the project (click on each book cover to reveal the poems), and let me know here in the comments which poems you like the most. The project will be hidden from public view after May 19th, while Jenni assembles the manuscript, so if you could look sometime soon, that would be great. While you’re on the website, feel free to look around; there’s an incredible amount of interesting work posted, and I’ve read some amazing stuff from my fellow remix poets.

Thanks for your help!

Poetry Month: Pulitzer Remix

Elbow Room (short story collection)

Elbow Room (short story collection) (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

For National Poetry Month 2013, I’m tackling the biggest challenge I’ve set for myself as a poet; I’m one of 85 participating poets in the Pulitzer Remix project, sponsored by The Found Poetry Review. Each of us chose a novel or collection of stories that has won the Pulitzer, and are “remixing” it by creating found poems from the text, one poem for each day of April. You can find out more about the project or the poets, and read the poems here. I first posted about this project, after Anjali tagged me in a meme, and now it’s finally launched.

My text is Elbow Room, a collection of stories that won the Prize in 1978, which also happens to be the year I was born. You can view all the poems I’ve written so far here; just click on each image of the book cover to see the individual poems. I admit that at first I was a little dismayed that I hadn’t been quick enough to nab one of my favorite books, but I think this has made it more challenging, and I’m looking forward to remixing more novels in the future.

For my poems, I’m using several different techniques. Some poems I created from choosing random words from the list of story titles, while others I chose from stories themselves. I’m creating one poem each that will stick to one particular story and be titled the same, but will deviate from the content of the story itself, if that makes sense. I also got inspired early on by these two characters I’ve dreamed up, and have been writing a series of love songs about their relationship, with words from the entire book.

I’m so proud to be part of this project, as the work I’ve seen from other poets has been amazing, and it’s been both inspiring and challenging for me as well. I feel reinvigorated in my life in general these days, and as a writer, I feel like I’ve opened an exciting chapter. Come check it out!

From My Event Calendar….

Baltimore Museum of Art on a fall morning.

Baltimore Museum of Art on a fall morning. (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

Last year, I realized that amidst all my color-coded categories in my Outlook calendar, I had neglected to add one for myself. I have six different work categories and four different family categories, but none just for me–a not-too-subtle sign that I need to make some literal space in my life for my own needs and interests! So I made a category for myself (a relaxing seafoam green) and have tried to make more “events” for myself, whether it’s something as mundane as a haircut, or plans with friends. Sometimes, I even get to add something like the event I’m talking about today……

Last February, I was pleased and proud to have two poems published in the Feb 2012 edition of the light ekphrastic, an online journal dedicated to ekphrasis art and literature. I submitted a poem, Chant for Cooks, and was paired with a painter, who sent me a painting of hers, and then we created new pieces inspired by what our partner had sent us. It was such a fun experience, and continued my love affair with ekphrastic art that began with a few workshops I took at the Baltimore Museum of Art several years ago, and has included one of my poems being included in the audio tour for the BMA’s permanent collection.

A few weeks from now, my poems will be featured among other works from the journal as part of exhibition at a local art gallery, and I’m so thrilled. I’m going to bring my family, soak in all the inspiring work from other contributors, and maybe even talk a little about my own writing/creative process. It’s my husband’s birthday, but supportive guy that he is, he is just as excited to attend as I am, and I’m enjoying the idea of showing my girls this side of myself as well.

As lovely as I expect this experience to be, it’s also a good reminder to myself to keep making space in my life for me as a person, outside of the fulfillment I find in my family and job. Whether it’s blogging, writing, or seeking out other events and pursuits I enjoy, I know we’ll all be the richer for it.

Teaching Metaphors: Caged Bird, Free Bird

Sketch of African-American poet Paul Laurence ...

Sketch of African-American poet Paul Laurence Dunbar (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

This one goes out to all the English teachers and poetry lovers in the crowd, so let me know if this was useful or interesting to you!

Here’s how I recently began an introductory unit on metaphors and similes with my ninth graders, adapted from an Edsitement lesson on introducing metaphors through poetry. We are about to begin Their Eyes Were Watching God: A Novel, which is rich with figurative language, and so I like to make sure they have a working understanding of similes and metaphors before we dive in. I chose this particular grouping of poems because the novel also touches on the idea of freedom and how we yearn for it, but don’t always know how to achieve or preserve it, and I liked the idea of using variations on a theme to help them think about the metaphor in different ways.

First, I gave them Maya Angelou’s I Know Why the Caged Bird Sings for homework, with modified response questions, adding the final question, “In your life, do you most often feel like a caged bird or a free bird?” I added this question to build on the metaphors in the poem and ask students to make a text-to-self connection, a strategy in I Read It, but I Don’t Get It: Comprehension Strategies for Adolescent Readers that I love and try to use it whenever possible, after reading that great book.

Day One In Class: They sent me their homework, we reviewed the poem together and made sure we understood the metaphors and how they were used; this included reviewing what they could have annotated, making sure they were adding to their annotations as we went, counting lines and stanzas, discussing metaphors, titles, refrains and repetition. This took about twenty minutes, and involved my whiteboard.

Next, I split the class in half: one half got Well, I Have Lost You, by Edna St. Vincent Millay, the other half Sympathy, the Paul Laurence Dunbar poem that inspired Angelou. I gave them that background, and also that there is a high school in Baltimore named after Dunbar, and their sports teams are called the Poets (text-to-world connection!). I asked them to silently read and annotate their poems for several minutes. Next, I asked them to get into pairs and compare annotations, and then write 3-4 sentences together comparing either the Dunbar/Millay poem to the Angelou poem they had read for homework, thinking about metaphors, structure, repetition and more. I gave them about ten minutes to write their sentences and walked around the room, checking understanding and encouraging them to expand and add detail.

Next, I asked them to pair up in different groups with someone from the other “team”; so if student A had read the Dunbar poem, she now needed to pair up with someone who had read the Millay poem. Their next task was to share the sentences they had written in their groups and merge them together in one (semi) cohesive paragraph. This took us until the end of class.

For homework: they completed this Edsitement worksheet on creating your own metaphors. They also read I Go Back to May 1937, and answered response questions, which included, “If you could go back in time, what would you say to your parents before they had you?” We spent the next class period reinforcing similes by reviewing the poem, discussing the metaphors they had created, and then reading aloud the first few pages of the novel, which features an abundance of figurative language alongside passages in dialect. We annotated and discussed, and I previewed the structure of the novel (flashback) and encouraged them to think about examples of dialect in their own lives.

Tasks I was striving for: to expose them to some beautiful poetry, encourage them to think about metaphors and understand this literary tool and why it can be powerful, practice close readings of poems and responding in writing, practice comparing one text to another, begin to think about the themes of our next novel and connect those themes to their own experiences.

I think this lesson shows how many complex tasks I’m asking my students to perform in one class period, but also how much scaffolding I am giving them to support them in doing so. Clearly, I benefited a lot from Internet resources while planning this lesson, and I think it also shows how much can go into planning a lesson, designing tasks, finding materials, figuring out how to extend the learning experience with relevant and creative homework. I get a lot of search terms for lesson plans, and so I thought this would be a good example of how I map out a class and teach or reinforce several different important skills during one period. It’s a good representation of my style with my ninth graders: a mix of small group work and discussion, switching from activity to activity, incorporating writing and reading tasks, and having them collaborate while also being responsible for individual contributions.

Next Big Thing: Pulitzer Prize Remix

My friend Anjali recently posted about her Next Big Thing, a meme asking writer about their next big project. She tagged me, and although I haven’t done a blog meme in a long time, Anjali’s suspicion was correct because I do have a poetry project up my sleeve!

This April, during National Poetry Month, I’ll be one of 84 poets participating in the Pulitzer Remix: “a 2013 National Poetry Month initiative that will engage 84 poets in creating found poetry from the 84 works that have won the Pulitzer Prize for Fiction,” sponsored by The Found Poetry Review. I’ll be using Elbow Room as my source literature, a collection of short stories that won the Pulitzer in 1978, which also happens to be the year I was born. The author, James Alan McPherson, is on the permanent faculty of the Iowa Writers Workshop and was the first African-American writer to win the Pulitzer for fiction. As a reader, one of the greatest joys you can discover is stumbling on the works of a wonderful author you might not have otherwise discovered, and that’s how I have felt as I dive into the stories in Elbow Room.

The prospect of writing 30 found poems, all to be publicly posted, is a little daunting, I admit, but also invigorating, as I’ve always been challenged and inspired by previous poem-a-day challenges during the month of April. As a genre, found poetry is fascinating to me, and I’m thrilled to get to push myself with a new source of inspiration. I’ve always been a strong proponent of public poetry projects, and am really looking forward to seeing what some of my fellow poet-participants do with some of the amazing literature they’ll be using for inspiration.

On a similar note, I also re-enrolled in Modern & Contemporary American Poetry, the MOOC I enrolled in last fall, but ultimately failed to complete. Now that I have a better sense of the structure and time commitment, I’m hoping to have a more successful try at it this time around.  The course doesn’t begin until September, but I’m pleased to be trying again even though I dropped out, overwhelmed and disappointed in myself.  If I keep telling my kids and my students that persistence is a virtue, I need to practice it myself, right?

Found Poetry

Another landmark on the road to feeling more like myself: I submitted a poem this weekend! True, I didn’t write a poem this weekend, but instead, I dusted off a poem from my notebooks and sent it off to The Found Poetry Review, a journal I discovered recently when I realized the founder and I are both taking ModPo together (though she’s probably not as far behind on the reading as I am).

I submitted a cento, a form I have experimented with before and find to be intriguing. Coincidentally, “cento” comes from the Latin for “patchwork,” so perhaps my blog title gives me a special connection to this form! However, found poetry can come from all kinds of sources: advertisements, manuals, old magazines, dictionaries, product packaging, etc. I think my next experiment might come from cookbooks, but Twitter or spam emails/comments might be fun sources too. FYI: the Found Poetry Review Twitter account has this to say: “Found poetry sources usually used poorly: song titles, Craigslist ads, book spines.” If you want more tips, here’s a great how-to piece. This can also be a fun teaching tool; I once had freshmen write found poems from different chapters of The Catcher in the Rye.

While submitting these days often involved nothing more than writing an email or attaching a document, I’m choosing to see it as a small flag of progress, or perhaps, a dormant part of myself showing signs of vitality again.

ModPo and Me: Swamped (Part Three)

Nude Descending a Staircase, No. 2 (1912) by M...

Nude Descending a Staircase, No. 2 (1912) by Marcel Duchamp displays Cubist and Futurist characteristics (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

The time has come, the ModPo student said, to pick and choose and avoid being totally lost.

Yes, as I had suspected, the reading load has gotten a little hard for me to squeeze in as the pace of my own school year gets hectic and the poems get more challenging and unfamiliar. Even though the ModPo poems and videos are usually on the shorter side (videos usually clock in anywhere from 10-15 minutes), I like to watch them when I know I won’t be distracted and I’m mentally alert, two factors that aren’t coming in tandem that often around here. So what to do? In order to stay apace in time for the next writing assignment, I decided to cherrypick which readings I most wanted to tackle and leave the rest by the wayside. Sorry, Cid Corman and Rae Armantrout–your time will come, but not today.

From Week Three, “imagism,” I chose to read and watch the videos for Sea Rose, by H.D. and Ezra Pound’s “In a Station of the Metro.” I’ve read a little of H.D.’s work before, and have always wanted to understand Pound better. I think I chose wisely, as both served well to introduce me to the next section of the course, the ideas of startling juxtaposition, of concrete images, of using language for new and exciting purposes.

From the second half of Week Three’s readings, focusing exclusively on William Carlos Williams, I first studied “This Is Just To Say” and The Red Wheelbarrow, two poems that are widely anthologized and most like to have students saying, “How does this count as poetry? I don’t get it.” The ModPo discussion videos, as always, were hugely illuminating for me; these videos, with Al Filreis and the graduate TAs of the course, are worth attempting the course for, even if you don’t dig deeper into the course at all. I had never thought of “This Is Just To Say” as a poem about marriage and sexual politics before, but it makes total sense to me now. Is that because the discussion video was so good, or because now, when encountering the poem, I come to it as a woman married to a man who would definitely eat my carefully saved breakfast plums if I forgot to leave a note? It was interesting to me too that many of the TAs seemed to receive “Red Wheelbarrow” fairly neutrally, but Professor Al managed to lead an invigorating discussion nonetheless.

After getting a fresh perspective on those two, I was then attracted to Williams’ Portrait of a Lady, paired with Marcel Duchamp’s Nude Descending a Staircase. I had referenced Staircase before when teaching a short unit on modernist fiction and art with eleventh graders and was excited to encounter it again as part of a poetry pairing. Thankfully, there are also videos for each, and choosing to study this poem and painting also dovetails with my long-standing interest in ekphrastic work.

This week’s challenge: to tackle as many readings as I can, not get totally flummoxed by Gertrude Stein, and complete the second writing assignment (which, as I predicted, has a stricter word limit and more detailed guidelines).

New long-term goal: to visit the Kelly Writers House someday, to experience the environment where the videos are filmed and maybe enjoy a reading or workshop.

MOOCs, ModPo and Me (Part Two)

Last weekend, I wrote my first essay for the course, a close reading of an Emily Dickinson poem I hadn’t read before. The suggested length was 500 words, but I finished mine somewhere around 775 words and still felt there were aspects of the poem I hadn’t fully explored (what’s with the snowy hats?!). Truth be told, while I can appreciate many of her poems, I’ve never really fallen in love with Emily Dickinson. While in ModPo we discussed the Whitman/Dickinson dichotomy as being somewhat false, I’ve long been a Whitman fangirl, and not an Emily lover. Sometimes when doing an explication or close reading, I’ll be doing the work, patiently annotating and scribbling down thoughts, and suddenly the poem will just crack open, and I’ll feel like I’ve accessed its true center. That didn’t happen with this one, but I think I did a fair enough job anyway.

One major value thus far has been simply the experience of being a student again. As an adult, I don’t have to keep reading or studying anything I don’t enjoy, while as a student, I felt keenly the torture of spending hours of my young life on subjects I detested, like math. Now in hindsight, I think that what I reacted to so strongly was not the subject itself, but the dismal feeling of plugging away at something that did not come easily to me, something I never thought I would truly be successful at, that made me feel stupid over and over again.  I love poetry, but modern and contemporary stuff is definitely a challenge for me, and maintaining a dedication to pushing myself further is a good way to remind myself how hard that can be.

With this course, as with many humanities-focused MOOCs as far as I can tell, there is a system of peer evaluation for the written assignments. I submitted my essay Sunday morning, and at midnight, everyone who had submitted essays was also assigned four essays to review, using a structured rubric provided by the instructor. In addition to being reviewed by these four peers, each essay is posted in a discussion thread in the forums, available for reading and critique from anyone enrolled in the course.

The rubric suggests five groups of questions to consider when evaluating the peer essays, and I found the questions to be helpful and sophisticated. This is just a guess, but I suspect they will end up being too sophisticated for a good amount of the 30,000 students enrolled in the course. There are many complaints in the forums already that having the rubric only after finishing the assignment made it easy to feel that you had “failed” to complete the close reading in the way the professor intended. It seems as about ten percent of the enrolled students actually wrote essays; I’m not sure if that’s surprising or expected. I also wonder if the directions will be a little more specific for the future assignments. One essay I have evaluated clocked in at only 175 words, while mine was 775, and another student posted on Twitter that hers was 1770! Then again, it’s an important reminder that this is a big wild experiment for all of us, and that we are not being “graded” and should enjoy the limitless possibilities offered by the newness of the medium.

Lessons learned at this point: I’m definitely behind on my reading and not sure if I’ll be able to catch up with absolutely every poem. Participating in the evaluation process, despite some tech snafus, was fascinating, seeing what the other participants had produced, and how they illuminated my own understanding. Getting a somewhat curt/dismissive eval from one of my classmates definitely stung, but not for too long. I really wish I could transfer some of this energy into a face-to-face discussion, which have popped up in many of the locales with clusters of ModPo students.

Future posts: why I think this MOOC is working, what good MOOC pedagogy looks like, my thoughts on some of the readings, and thoughts on future assignments (I’m hoping at least one will involve writing a poem in the mod/contemporary style!).  Will I ever be fully caught up on the readings? Will I continue to make the time to stay committed? Will I complete the course? Stay tuned to find out!

Poetry as Journaling

One of the unexpected side benefits of my poem-a-day month has been that I have found myself using the poem prompts almost as I would journal prompts. You can look back over the 22 poems I’ve written (yes, I’m a little behind) and get a pretty good sense of my emotional state in the past few weeks, the days when I’ve been down and the days when I’ve been up.

Blogging has been a wonderful tool and definitely made me a better writer, but for me, it’s never been a confessional-style journaling tool. I’m not a blood-and-guts kind of blogger, preferring to save my most revealing moments for longer-form work. I’ve published poems and essays about my life, but that’s not what blogging has ever been about for me, even though I knew it would limit me as far as popularity. I don’t see this as “emotionally shut down,” but simply as self-awareness about what I want blogging to be, and how I want to function as a writer. I want you, my readers, to feel like you know me, but not like you know all of me.

So the poems I’ve been writing, which are all attempts to capture certain moments or emotions, have really been valuable to me, personally and as a writer. As a poet, I like some of what I’m coming up with, but even more, I’m finding some of that release that every diarist knows, when we hit upon the exact right word that expresses what we’re feeling, and our soul feels a little lighter. It’s a nice combination, and I’m trying to think of ways to keep it going after my month is over. I know Poetic Asides does a Wednesday Poetry Prompt, and I’m wondering what else I might be able to find.

Getting Drafty

So far in April, I’ve written sixteen poems, following the prompts given at Poetic Asides for the 2012 Poem-A-Day Challenge, and including an additional tanka challenge.

Now, have I written one each day? No, there have definitely been points where I lagged behind and then caught up, drafting several poems in a day. I’ve got one to go right now, actually, a prompt from a few days ago involving the idea of shadows and shade.

Have I written sixteen good poems? Definitely not; most are first drafts, and some I knew were not very good, even as I wrote them down.

So what is the value, then, of a challenge like this? I would say part of the value is that you push yourself to pile up a lot of shitty first drafts, as Anne Lamott wrote in her wonderful book on writing, Bird by Bird: Some Instructions on Writing and Life (please buy a copy of that if you don’t already have it, whether you use my link or not). The value of the shitty first draft is overcoming procrastination and perfectionism and getting something down on paper without worrying about whether it’s good yet or not. According to Lamott, every good writer has to do these drafts before you get to the good drafts, and I think I’m not alone in finding this reassuring. There’s a version of this sentiment at work in National Novel Writing Month as well, where they value “enthusiasm and perseverance over painstaking craft” and say, “Make no mistake: You will be writing a lot of crap. And that’s a good thing. By forcing yourself to write so intensely, you are giving yourself permission to make mistakes. To forgo the endless tweaking and editing and just create. To build without tearing down.”

Will I revise each and every one of these drafts further? No, probably not. But I can tell already that some of them have potential as ideas, and I know also that some of them have some good lines, or at least the germ of a good line, and any poet knows the value of one great line.

I think that once I’m done this challenge, I’ll have some good candidates for further revision, and some recoverable lines that I’ll plant in new poems. But more importantly, I’ll have gained some momentum through carving out time to regularly engage the poetic gear of my writer’s mind, and that will surely benefit me.