Hey Kallie!! I loved what you had to say, especially “I always found the most meaning in the parts that are usually ghosted over when said out loud.” I never really thought about that before, but I can definitely […]
There are about four different drafts on my laptop of what I wanted to say for this post, but instead I’m just going to write what is on my mind right.now.
When we all shouted out ideas/things we have learned […]
I know this game quite well (and sometimes still play it at MiNT Magazine’s writing workshop). It’s a lot of fun AND informative as you stated! So much can happen in a single line of a poem, shifting the entire […]
Ever since we heard Cate Marvin read her poetry aloud I have obsessively been looking up videos of poets I love to hear/see them read their poetry as well. I recently found a cool series of videos of Gabrielle […]
Kathryn Bockino commented on the post, T. Trosey–The Man, The Legend/How I Fell in Love with Poetry, on the site The Contemporary Poem 6 years, 3 months ago
Oh Christina how I loved this post!!!! You are so right, in every school there is a teacher like this. Reading your post made me smile the entire time. The teacher at my school who inspired my love of English was […]
Really great article! I can’t believe he gets 25 books A DAY in the mail….I love to read but I can’t image waking up each morning to that! Also it makes sense that he doesn’t review a (good) friend’s book. […]
I totally understand what you mean! I love random “fun” facts. Something that drives my housemates nuts is when I walk into a room and shout my “fun” fact of the day (sometimes they’re real, and sometimes they’re […]
I remember your piece very well from nonfiction last semester! It was so great and unique; such a fascinating topic to write about. Thank you for sharing some more about your project though, since I had forgotten […]
We’ve kind of dabbled with this topic in class, but now it has truly hit me how different poetry is when one reads it, versus when one hears it aloud. I was awestruck listening to Cate Marvin today. Each and every poem of hers sent goosebumps up and down my skin. I loved the way her inflection would change with each individual word, and how one could immediately tell what the tone of the poem was. It was so amazing to hear her voice speed up, slow do, and pause. Listening, I could close my eyes and watch the scenes and images she was describing float so perfectly and effortlessly in my mind.
Later in the day, still obsessed with her and her poems, I was Googling around when I found this. Two of her poems were on this website. Even though I already heard them each aloud, I quickly wanted to read them again.
The one that really struck me is the one below.
High School: Industrial Arts
The lesson today is: someone always gets hurt.
Will it be you or another fool? This is a choice.
We provide the tools and materials. The saws,
the wood, nails, and supervision. Fall not now
in love, for it is merely a distraction from your
assignment. Now, create this uninspired name
plaque, build stacks of unstable shelves, lament
your lack of craft as the heat of your lust forms
in vaporous pools on the floor just below your
work table. You thought this class would mean
an easy credit. Welcome to our workhouse. No
one leaves this building whole. Consider now
how this building’s roof’s akin to the lid of a jar,
tightly screwed, and you’re the inhabitant within,
you’re scrabbling at its glass, yet we’ve punched
no holes in that aforementioned lid. Now, make
something! Make something no one can use that
no one wants. Don’t ask why. It builds character.
Someday you’ll look back on these days fondly.
Here are your goggles. There’s the eye-rinsing
station. No, this is not art! Ladies, stand back!
We don’t want you cutting those pretty fingers
off or sawing yourselves in half. This is a man’s
work. You, wipe that smirk off your face. Last
thing I need is one you girls dying on my watch.
When I read it in my own head, I realized I did things a little bit differently. I paused at areas Cate didn’t, I let certain words linger on my tongue that she trailed right through, and I didn’t read it in that stern, schoolteacher voice. In my mind I read it with a softer, gentle warning tone. Isn’t that interesting? It made me wonder if Cate would be okay with this happening to her work when I read it to myself. And no matter whether I read it in my mind, or hear the poem aloud, I still adore it. I truly, absolutely love it. But it’s so different now, like there is a part one and a part two. I love how she read it to us, but at the same time I like my reading of it as well.
I really believe all poetry (or any writing) should be “performed,” not just read. In 7th grade I was accepted to Stony Brook University’s Young Writers Workshop. At the end of the week we had the opportunity to read what we wrote aloud in front of our families, friends, and other adult writers who just were finishing up their own workshop. All week I had been stressing about how my short fiction story was not as well written as others that were going to be shared. I was terrified to share mine since (at that age) I thought I would be laughed off the stage. When it finally was the day of the reading I remember other kids rushing through their great stories, and no one getting a chance to truly enjoy them. I knew how beautiful they were, and it saddened me that the audience didn’t get a chance to really immerse themselves in them. When it was my turn, I almost thought of it as acting out a performance. I wasn’t just reading my story aloud, but presenting a moment in time for the people listening to get lost in. I had to read slowly, clearly, and make the people want to hear more (I feel so corny writing this). After I finished reading, I remember getting so many compliments on my story from people. Even though I don’t think I had written the best story, by taking my time “performing” it I was able to intrigue the audience.
I feel like I got off on a little tangent here (like most of my blog posts end up doing), but the point is reading a poem aloud versus in one’s head can make it almost like a different piece. I feel like it’s so important for a writer to read whatever it is he/she wrote aloud for everyone to hear so the audience knows how the writer envisioned it would be. However, reading in one’s own head gives the reader the chance to interpret certain elements how they chose to do so.
I hope this made sense guys! I guess I just had a lot to say on this topic?
Kathryn Bockino commented on the post, Children’s Books: Poetry? Prose? Narrative? Oh My!, on the site The Contemporary Poem 6 years, 3 months ago
Great post! I remember a few weeks ago talking to you about this, and I definitely agree that picture books are very close to (if not already) poetry. Reading that one stanza (or whatever one should call it), […]
Don’t move to the UK just yet! Thanks for sharing this Katie because I really can relate. Whenever I send something to my mom to proofread that contains words like those we always bicker over what is the correct […]
Amy thank you so much!! I actually have a “fun” twitter I use for my friends and I, as well as a “professional” one haha. I am definitely going to be following everyone you listed above! I think that’s so cool how […]
…but are interested in.” That was (basically) the prompt the awesome poet Erika Meitner gave to us in class today. I found that it was pretty easy for me to get to three, so I decided to keep going.
- How to hotwire a car
- How to win a bar fight
- The planets outside our galaxy
- Other “dimensions”
- Cars in general
- Prison Food
- Ben Affleck’s past
- The origin of π
Some of the things here are rather silly (case in point number 7). However, Erika did have a good point. She said even out of the top 3 I said aloud in class, that most of them had to do with pushing limits. I wish I knew exactly how she phrased it, but basically what I took from her is that I seem to be interested in things that are a little rougher, and I should explore this.
The one we mentioned the most in class, “How to win a bar fight” is something I have always wanted to find out! I think it was this clip below that inspired me.
Skip ahead 1:45 (or watch some Indy, whatever ye want) and there’s a quick sneak peak at the scene that inspired this “badass” side of me.
Looking at the rest of my list, I obviously am drawn to these kind of darker ideas. While I love to write in all different styles, I think poetry would be the best way to explore this especially weird side of mine. There is no other outlet that will allow me to be as free and wild. I think this is something I owe to myself to look into, and to use as inspiration in my poetry.
I really loved having Erika in class today, and already wish she could come back and visit us!
(Also, can I just be Indiana Jones?)
When I got your poem I remember having a moment of confusion before realizing that this was a collab piece! I was like, “Wait I thought this was Lucia’s? But wait, no Amy’s?” Then, “Ohhhhh I’m dumb!”
I think […]
YES! I definitely do have some things that I continuously become fixated in my poems. I think for me it’s the language used in my poems. I tend to gravitate towards whimsical language (for whatever reason), and […]
Evan I thought this was awesome! Very unique and different type of blog post. I loved when you said, “if I want to be a writer and my phone is able to predict what I say, I might as well call it quits, right?” […]
Last week I listened to SUNY Geneseo Alumni Stephanie Iasiello’s lecture, Righting and Re-Writing: The Neo-Slave Narrative and the Novel. I have always loved going to these events because I’m so curious what […]
Robbie this is a great idea!!! I definitely think that music and writing are connected. I’ve noticed before how authors will release a soundtrack to their book, and tell their readers what songs correlate to […]
Kathryn Bockino commented on the post, A love song for “The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock.”, on the site The Contemporary Poem 6 years, 4 months ago
This was a really cool blog post. I just finished listening to the link you posted (and don’t worry I didn’t mind copying and pasting it). It honestly gave me chills. When it first started, I was […]
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