Attend Virutal Town Meeting
Work on poetry and turn in poems (Sound and Golden Shovel) for Friday workshop.Wednesday, September 23, 2020
Golden Shovel Poem
3. Introduce the "Golden Shovel Poem" and Terrance Hayes
From Writer's Digest: Golden Shovel: Poetic Form By: Robert Lee Brewer | June 24, 2014 Earlier this year, I came across a mention of the “golden shovel” form created by Terrance Hayes and made a note to check it out. I’m so happy I did, because it’s a fun poetic form. HERE ARE THE RULES FOR THE GOLDEN SHOVEL: Take a line (or lines) from a poem you admire. Use each word in the line (or lines) as an end word in your poem. Keep the end words in order. Give credit to the poet who originally wrote the line (or lines). The new poem does not have to be about the same subject as the poem that offers the end words. If you pull a line with six words, your poem would be six lines long. If you pull a stanza with 24 words, your poem would be 24 lines long. And so on. If it’s still kind of abstract, read these two poems to see how Terrance Hayes used a Gwendolyn Brooks poem to write the first golden shovel: We Real Cool, by Gwendolyn Brooks (original poem) The Golden Shovel, by Terrance Hayes (golden shovel poem) As you can see, the original golden shovel takes more than a line from the poem. In fact, it pulls every word from the Brooks poem, and it does it twice. This form is sort of in the tradition of the cento and erasure, but it offers a lot more room for creativity than other found poetry. ***** Workshop your poetry! HERE’S MY ATTEMPT AT A GOLDEN SHOVEL: “Aging Well,” by Robert Lee Brewer -after Basho as translated by Allen Ginsberg The funny thing about growing old is you never know how to respond until after the fact. Like a frog that sits and then eventually jumps there’s absolutely no thought given to the process. You’re young; then, kerplunk! https://ypn.poetrysociety.org.uk/workshop/what-is-a-golden-shovel-with-peter-kahn/ www.writersdigest.com/whats-new/golden-shovel-poetic-form https://www.poetryfoundation.org/poems/55678/the-golden-shovel https://www.poetryfoundation.org/poetrymagazine/articles/92023/introduction-586e948ad9af8 4. Write a Golden Shovel poem: Resources: https://www.poetryfoundation.org/resources/learning/core-poems?page=4 HOMEWORK: Create a "Golden Shovel poem" for Friday workshopSound Elements in Poetry
1. Review last class assignment
Homework: Finish your imitation poem and upload/post for credit today or receive a missing grade! Finish your sound poem for Tuesday and upload/post on this assignment page 2. Sound Elements https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=f7a5JSNeyqI Alliteration Assonance Consonance Onomatopeia 3. Go to website: https://poetryhandbooksummer.blogspot.com/p/summer-exercises.html 4. Activity: Do the exercises on the website for exploring sound. Try to compose a poem. Be sure to finish exercise from last class and post for credit by today.Tuesday, September 15, 2020
Welcome Back, Sophomores!
Welcome Back, Sophomores!
AGENDA:
1. Introduction/Review Course Criteria/
2. About Mary Oliver
3. Exercise: Poetry Imitation--Imitate a Mary Oliver Poem
https://projectreadutah.blogspot.com/2009/02/imitatingcopying-poetry.html
The Deer
You never know.
The body of night opens
like a river, it drifts upward like white smoke,
The body of night opens
like a river, it drifts upward like white smoke,
like so many wrappings of mist.
And on the hillside two deer are walking along
just as though this wasn’t
And on the hillside two deer are walking along
just as though this wasn’t
the owned, tilled earth of today
but the past.
I did not see them the next day, or the next,
but the past.
I did not see them the next day, or the next,
but in my mind’s eye –
there they are, in the long grass,
like two sisters.
there they are, in the long grass,
like two sisters.
This is the earnest work. Each of us is given
only so many mornings to do it –
to look around and love
only so many mornings to do it –
to look around and love
the oily fur of our lives,
the hoof and the grass-stained muzzle.
Days I don’t do this
the hoof and the grass-stained muzzle.
Days I don’t do this
I feel the terror of idleness,
like a red thirst.
Death isn’t just an idea.
like a red thirst.
Death isn’t just an idea.
When we die the body breaks open
like a river;
the old body goes on, climbing the hill.
like a river;
the old body goes on, climbing the hill.
~ Mary Oliver ~
5.More about writing poetry:
https://www.creative-writing-now.com/how-to-write-a-poem.html
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