A place to share our writing and keep the spirit of the class alive outside of the usual meeting time.
Monday, June 29, 2015
Monday, June 22, 2015
On a Sunday Afternoon
by Chris
In a restaurant
I hear a mother going over grades
With her daughter
A high schooler
wearing a black fedora
trimmed with a multi-colored band above the rim,
Wire rimmed glasses perched on her nose
And a stuffed animal necklace around her neck
One ear bud in her ear
Questions about points and averages
She needs to get that A
She nods and only begins to speak
But the conversation is so fast
No one is listening
It changes
She turns and gets lost in her phone
Moving away from a conversation
She was never having.
At another table
A man tells his eight year old daughter
That she has to set up at the table
He is lost in his paper and
She is laying on the bench
Did he notice her because
She has kicked him
With her foot
She gets up and walks away
Then returns to grab his phone
Trying so hard to engage
A father who is so far away from her
But right next to her.
Not together
But at a distance
Far apart
What a wonderful day
It would be
If they could laugh together.
Sunday, June 21, 2015
Thursday, June 18, 2015
Wednesday, June 17, 2015
halfway around the world the bombs are falling
On the dedication page of her 2007 updated collection of Revolutionary Letters, Diane di Prima states: The REVOLUTIONARY LETTERS are dedicated to Bob Dylan; and to my grandfather, Domenico Mallozzi, friend of the great anarchist dreamers of his time, who read me Dante at the age of four & named my mother after Emma Goldman.” The next 160 pages introduce the reader to this lover of freedom and gadfly of power. Revolutionary Letters began in the late Sixties and circulated through various underground newspapers. Subsequent editions added new poems so that the book represents a decades-long portrait of an engaged poet and critical citizen.
In Letter #32, di Prima critiques not just western civilization, but civilization in toto and affirms that we have to kill
“the white man in each of us, killing the desire
for brocade, for gold, for champagne brandy, which sends
people out of the sun and out of their lives to create
COMMODITY for our pleasure…”
“the white man in each of us, killing the desire
for brocade, for gold, for champagne brandy, which sends
people out of the sun and out of their lives to create
COMMODITY for our pleasure…”
Friday, June 12, 2015
Library Pick-me-up
After an invigorating brainstorming visit with Courtney Barrett at Kayak's
I headed home down Lindell then remembered I had books to pick up
Allen Ginsberg's Buddhist Poetics and Twayne's revised edition of Allen Ginsberg
Waiting for me at Pius XII Library
At the circulation desk I noticed the young man had been reading a book
(The Book of Mev in fact)
To get some insight, Ted Stewart-Hester told me, because
His friend Tanya Mukherji is a Puleo Scholar in Nicaragua right now
(The Book of Mev in fact)
To get some insight, Ted Stewart-Hester told me, because
His friend Tanya Mukherji is a Puleo Scholar in Nicaragua right now
Thursday, June 11, 2015
Summer Writing Course: Walking Together without Fear: Reading and Writing with Alice Walke
Author of many books, most famously The Color Purple, Alice Walker is one of the most renowned writers who came of age during the 1960s in this country. Now in her early seventies, she continues to produce creative work and interfere with injustice as a global citizen in people's movements.
In this summer course we will read and write responses to many of Walker’s recent poems (as well as to our own experiences) and discuss her short essays on her activist life.
Saturday, June 6, 2015
You and Monseñor
You and Monseñor are alike in two obvious respects
To me anyway
To me anyway
You both have expansive hearts for the people
You may say
You may say
“But you know many people with big hearts”
That’s true
That’s true
But the other respect
I don’t know anyone else
I don’t know anyone else
In my circles of life
Like you
Like you
Thursday, June 4, 2015
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