Tuesday, September 25, 2012




Perfect imperfection


Indie Poetry handout #3

This is the handout we can discuss in class on the 1st of October. Posting it ahead of time :)

Indie Poetry & Social Consciousness: Considering poetry's potential for raising social awareness

The Doctor’s Waiting Room

A plain cream betrayal, hides behind these walls
Distantly voices of referring phone calls,
The nurse seems to say, behind noise-proof glass,
This kid thinks he’s different, why should I ask
I almost stood up and walked to the door
But a promise to mother kept my feet on the floor
The hallway was scattered with irrelevant pictures
And cupboards of cures that they swear by like scripture

“Ahead on the left” she said with a smile
I thought to myself this hallway’s a smile
I looked for a desk, but saw couches and chairs
And she sat looking at me with the blankest of stares
“So how would you say all the problems started?”
I looked to the sky as if deeply departed
What an obvious start to an embarrassing tale
Of a life that I loved and couldn’t curtail
A family that saved me, an art that I loved
A time that I simply had too much of

Are you drinking a lot, are you sleeing OK?
It seems like these things could have come into play”
OF course I was anxious to tell her the truth
This had become my family’s telephone booth
If I broke down here, what would that mean
Was I not as strong as my father had been?
But I think I can fight this all on my own
With a handful of happiness that never was shown

We talked about writing, we talked about fame,
We talked about why they all called me insane
We talked about being the one that was great
I didn’t know much about that, that wasn’t my fate
The only truth that ever came out of this month
Was a phrase that seems true only after you shout
“I guess I just can’t handle the pressure,
I wish I had taken a walk for the summer:

The time winded down and we finished the session
My eyes had been fixed on the clock, it was pleasant,
I left the waiting room, men waiting for wives
I thought of my friends and their interesting lives
And I stood at the door, the session was done
And I thought to myself, what have I become?

I walked slowly and careful not to cause a big scene
I knew others would be waiting here long after me
Now when I think I had it all on my own
Is now when I realize, I’m really alone.

As the Heart Departs

All my friends they each will tell you different things
but it’s the comfort that kills me
Art you said was more of an obscurity
It was you
and you’re right where you should be
you’re doing nothing
amidst applause
your heart is empty
your judgment’s pending
Left alone to your devices
it’s hard to say that this would be better
that this would be sane
This life is mine
What’s your intentions?
If that was as good as it gets
its just enough to forget
If that was good as it gets
it’s just enough to continue again
I know your face
I’ve smelled your waste
I’ve seen your heart
And I can’t look again
For my reflection’s just as dark
If this is the last breath I should take
I’m just getting better
“In life we learn from our mistakes”
I’m married to mine
Take all the things you’ve left behind
they’ve haunted me always
and here’s to years and years of smiles
if only forever

Jason Gleason from Further Seems Forever

catching the grayest of blue skies when
love is just too big to know
straddling april’s winter when the heart is only half whole
for pouring myself onto misguided streets
that I turn
and traffic will always be waiting for me to catch up,
to catch up,
to crash,
to burn
oh exit, exit, she calls out my name
catching her breath on my memory stained
I remember a time when I traveled afloat
but my ship has a hole…
and it’s only a matter of time till I know

This is Not Me

what’s it like to make a metaphor?
my mother’s a womb
my dad’s a guitar
my love is a heart
or a kiss
or a star
or a prayer for my life as I sleep in the car
she’s a doctorate in rain
and the same last name
or a light in the dark and my god is the same
my life is a speck of dust
or a flame
and I’m all the better for it
not knowing, or caring, it’s not for me to choose
some call it trust
some call it faith
it’s all just a matter of taste
and this is not me
and I’ve fooled you all again

Monday, September 24, 2012

2 Writing Prompts {Your Choice}

Thanks for the wonderful session tonight, although we missed you Gabby! I wanted to get you started off in the week with a couple of writing prompts for some all-purpose inspiration-- only if you want it, of course :)

& A Different Era
Pick an era you've never experienced before. What would you have done in that time, in the future, or what would you do now? Tell us why. Feel free to write from the point of view of someone else, especially if they've already lived during a particular time.

Perspective of Odd Places

Think of an everyday object, outside attributes like grass, hydrangeas, or a bird's nest, and imagine yourself living there. Are you microscopic? Are you in the place of something else that might already exist there? Could you be yourself as you are now? Compose using your answers to these questions, and create some of your own questions that might relate to your unique situation of “being elsewhere.”

Here they are... I hope you have fun with them! Looking forward to your posts this week :) I'm excited about the under-construction book list. I thought it was a great idea gleaned from tonight's workshop, so have fun with that too!

Suggested Book List

Hello Everyone,

I know there's been conversation associated with creating a cohesive list of books workshop participants recommend. Here's the place..so go ahead and post your recommendations :) Also, feel free to add books you *want* to read.

Tara's Recommendations:
1) Amelia Atwater Rhodes-- Den of Shadows Series
2) Amelia Atwater Rhodes-- The Shapeshifter Series, Kiesha'ra
3) Game of Thrones Series by George R. Martin
4) Ender's Game Series by Orson Scott Card
5) Shiver by Maggie Stiefvwater  (really sweet & poetic book)
6) Clockwork Angel (The Infernal Devices, Book 1) by Cassandra Clare
7) Clockwork Prince (The Infernal Devices, Book 2) by Cassandra Clare
8) Clockwork Princess (The Infernal Devices, Book 3) by Cassandra Clare
9) Green Angel by Alice Hoffman
10) The Descent by Jeff Long
11) The Perks of Being a Wallflower by Stephen Chbosky
12) Blood and Chocolate by Annette Curtis Klause
13) A Certain Slant of Light by Laura Whitcomb (One of my absolute favorites)
14) Kuroshitsuji by Yana Toboso  (The whole series is lovely)
15) The Wrinkle in Time series by Madeleine L'engle
16) Harry Potter series by J.K. Rowling (I know this is one of Gabby's faves also)
17) Heart Shaped Box by Joe Hill
18) Horns by Joe Hill
19) 20th Century Ghosts by Joe Hill
20) The Brothers Karamazov by Fyodor Dostoevsky
21) One Day in the Life of Ivan Denisovich by Alexander Solzhenitsyn
22) Anna Karenina by Leo Tolstoy
23) Real Link

I want to read:
1) Sword of Truth series by Terry Goodkind (part II also)

More to come later...

Jessi's Recommendations:

Chris's Recommendations:

Gabrielle's Recommendations:

Indie Poetry Handout #2

Hello Everyone,

This is the handout we'll be discussing tonight. There'll be time to scan over it during the session, then we can pick a few to focus on.

Industry, the Age of Dinosaurs, and the End of Civilization by Bobby Darling

they call this the badland’s baby
but it used to be bayou
the shore of an inland sea
and i can still hear you coming
what foul beast stalks this way
the night is dim
but i catch the scent of your arrogance
as you rear your head i can see your eyes gleaming
catching light from the moon
like a pair of knives
to cut me down
yeah there is a hole in the world
and the light is leaking out
spilling like water
and i can still hear you coming
what new devilry is this?
i saw you rise
and creep across the sky
and all night as if led
you came behind
eating all the stars
we dig to fid
why the light left
skulls and bone
rock and stone
whisper stories
tales of glory
and a tragic fall from grace
we’re still falling
just like the dinosaurs
what makes you think we’ll end up any different

Nate Barcalow from Finch

Veins coarse, wet, abrasive. Dimwitted
On and on about the nerverminds of Me
Scratch your bloody itch-

This is The Tourniquet-
One more for Innocence, with a sad face
Looking at this…
Well, what’s left of It.

Never a dull moment
A Lonely Desert Night to build a Fire
Warm this abandoned meat-
Reckless and ignorant

A Victim of black and white

Earnest Psychotics/Parasitic Idiotics

it is nigh time for the cutting of ropes
in backwards movies I saw my mistakes
but my heart does not agree with the logically sound
sycophantic ploys to gain entry
into my complicated machinery
while I was caught up in chivalry
you were becoming my circuitry

Dan Arnold from A Static Lullaby

…Of course I hear you!
You’re the taste upon my lips when I wake.
Sometimes you’re the only faith I have.
Searching…always searching for more.
I’m enslaved by you, but you make me feel as free as can be.
I want to touch you.
I’ll catch your scent on the air and my feet don’t
stop, they can’t stop! We must keep dancing in your name!

                                      M U S I C
                            The only air I breathe.

Aaron Pillar from The Appleseed Cast

in the rain, sing a song, in your head….so secret life, in your
eyes, eyes, its alright…. so be surprised, by the lullabies, that keep us in line, tonight.


insides like fire
taking control
all consuming blindness
no relief in the voice
only in silence.

desperation increasing
dark rage seeping forth

Sunday, September 23, 2012

In the City

Traffic buzzing
noisy chaos
the city floods with sound.

Lights flashing
shinning bright
no darkness can be found.

People rushing
hectic days
no time to stop and ponder.

Stale air
smoggy sky
how I breathe is a wonder.

Urban jungle
tangled mess
this is the city life.

No peace
can't relax
the stress of city life.

Monday, September 17, 2012

the unassuming life

white dots stick to the window
train tracks are empty outside
the fridge, it hums and the cars roar below
but we are protected, inside.

the sink is quiet and empty
light streaming in means I'm awake
the curtains, they glow with shadows unknown
but we're safe here in Washington State.

he's in the room down the hall
and I'm stowed away in the kitchen
outside, the leaves start to fall
and in here our story is written

the sun will decide that it's tired
and soon we'll have something to eat
the calm life's so nice and we'll surely delight
when we cuddle later in the sheets.

17 september 2012

Hello: Another World & Who or What?

Hey everyone, how has your week been?

Today is Monday which has potential for feelings both good and bad, I know. Having said that, I’d love to hear what you all had to say about the first Indie Poetry handout. Let’s post some minor observations about the poetry in terms of content & analysis, and let’s see if we can muster up a discussion about this particular genre of poetry. On a descriptive note, it is definitely a more contemporary form and has a lot of room to move around in—lots of possibilities.

Thank you for being brave souls and posting your work on here. Also, if you haven’t done so already, I’d love to read more poetry posts from you quiet ones. Feel free to respond constructively/supportively/good advice-y to the writing you see posted on here from others.

Poetry might seem a bit foreign, especially to those of you that click with other modes of expression, but don’t be afraid to step out of your comfort zones. So speaking of which, here is a writing prompt for you to do. If you feel up to posting the product of your efforts, please share it with us! Of course, the prompt is just an idea. Feel free to write about something else more relevant to you, or about something that explores social awareness since it's synonymous to what we're looking at lately. Happy Writing :)

Another World
Discuss an aspect of the environment around you, i.e. concrete walls, trees, shadows. Write down several words that come into your perspective concerning this particular element using synonyms, antonyms, and descriptive words. Using this information, write about what your environment would then entail if these attributes stood out more than anything else, or if the world really did revolve around this particular object.

Sunday, September 16, 2012

Numa Numa

blinking awake
staring, contemplating
travel sustained through time
glowing fire
surrounded by frigid
Alone but surrounded by friends
twinkling lights above our heads

--Chris Appling (I know it's bad)

Wednesday, September 12, 2012

The Burden of a Planet-

Mother Earth weeps with sorrow
For mans burden she can't withstand
His ever growing need
His ever growing demand
Her resources he devours
The earth, the trees, the oil
He blackens sky and waters
With poison, kills her soil
He takes all he desires
With no regard for all she gave
His greed and lust consume her
Until the Earth is but a grave.

-Jessi Hughes

Inspiration & Writing Tools

What do I even write about? Well, good question. The nice thing about poetry is it can be about anything at all.
  • A conversational rant (or a few observant statements), a letter or commentary could easily be prose poetry.  
  • I associate “Found Poetry,” here as well. It’s called Found Poetry because we “find” it in the most random places. Signs, pamphlets, other books, other poems. For example, you are looking through a newspaper and see a few sentences compiled together: “Car found. Deep blue, maybe a little old. Still has some life in it, hmm. Six thousand.” Simple things like that might seem poetic to some individual; it’s honestly up to you as far as what *you* find aesthetic in little bits and pieces.
  • Creating a speaker who “feels” something, who is emotionally affected by a person, thing or situation—if you feel like doing this, you might compose a lyrical poem.
  • Imagine: someone across the street steps out of a bakery or store and they are carrying a box, but imagine where they are going. Make a small story for them, where they’re going, why they are buying those things or who they are buying them for, and you have a narrative poem. Or maybe they aren’t buying those things for anyone; and they wish they could. Lyrical? There are many possibilities with poetry.
Don’t worry about the structure of the poem. This can be intentional before-hand, if per se, you are intent on creating a poem with a certain look about it, but this can absolutely come after you get your words down on paper.

Your writing environment is particularly important. There are certain elements that make a poem come to life:
  • The senses; touch, sight, sound, taste, how are you existing in your writing space, and what can you help the reader experience? Show the reader what that dessert your friend is eating might taste like. Tell them what defining qualities you see in the room around you. What does samphire at the bottom of the sea feel like?
  • Empathy: writing with empathy is a good tool; it allows you to guess what life is like in another person’s daily routine, what it is they might be thinking with that facial expression, and what inanimate objects may or may not feel if they *could,* which leads into the next point:
  • Personification & Apostrophe: adding human-like attributes to inanimate objects or applying humanistic thoughts and feelings onto sentient beings like animals and even young babies.
  • Apostrophe specifically deals with giving inanimate objects a human-like persona and often shows up in the form of a feminine identity. People often label vehicles like ships, cars, motorcycles as “she.” Even Earth, is referred to as “she,” and it is “Mother Gaia” who we often notice when we read about myth.
  • Reading other poems: this might sound like a simple one, but getting inspiration from another poet is very helpful. As an experiment, try mimicking another author’s writing style and maybe something will surface.
  • An easy way to begin a poem is by making minute observations. What are the things around you? It is perspective that really tends to drive a poem since it is the product of individuals’ personal thoughts. Displaying those thoughts in a manner unique to *you* may or may not be a challenge, but that leads into the next point:
  • Persona: your writing style or persona doesn’t often leap onto the page. Your muse will not always be playful and cooperative. It takes time, and sometimes, a lot of it to really develop and hone your own unique writing style. It is something that appears gradually out of all the bits and pieces you write, and eventually, a bold commonality might be seen between all of them. This is usually a hint at where your tone often goes and where your persona shines as a writer.
Writing prompts are also really great with nudging you in the right direction. We don’t always know what we should write about. Maybe it’s our calling to sometimes tell others’ stories instead of our own.

“Every time I start on a new book, I am a beginner again. I doubt myself, I grow discouraged, all the work accomplished in the past is as though it never was, my first drafts are so shapeless that it seems impossible to go on with the attempt at all, right up until the moment…when it has become impossible not to finish it.” – Simone De Beauvoir, Force of Circumstance

Here’s an interesting prompt that focuses on personification:
Find your inner dog, or cat (as seen in Write Starts! by Hal Zina Bennett)

            Write from the point of view of a dog, cat, or other animal. Think of the animal’s inherent limitations and abilities--- extraordinary abilities in particular—as you do. For example, writing form a dog’s point of view you might focus attention on the canine’s highly developed sense of smell. If I were a dog sniffing the cuff of my human’s pant leg, I might know exactly where he’s been --- across the street with the blond lady who lives with three cats and smells like roses and cooking cabbage. At the same time, I might be quite puzzled about the funny noises humans make whenever they kneel down to pay my head and I lick their faces (cooing noises).
            Particularly look for ways to use irony, to have your animal narrator bring attention to human behavior or the idiosyncrasies of another species. With a cat, you might be preoccupied with scents, similar to dogs in that respect, but maybe you would put yourself above dogs--- literally and figuratively--- because of your capacity to leap and climb. If you happen to be one of the more fortunate humans who have animal companions in your life, try looking at yourself from the point of view of that animal, including its feelings of loyally and affection for you. Or maybe, contrariwise, there’s an animal in your life whom you view as a nuisance or even an enemy: the deer who comes down at night and dines on your flowers, the bat that’s taken up residence in the rafters of your garage, the gopher who decimates your garden every summer. Describe an incident that happened from the deer or the bat’s or the gopher’s point of view, not from your own place of frustration or anger.
            Don’t overlook creatures who might seem like the most unlikely candidates as authors: the spider who weaves intricate gossamer patterns in the trellis outside your kitchen window, the goldfish who turns and swims eagerly to you whenever you approach its bowl, the blue jay who scolds you when you take out the garbage, the big catfish swimming in the pond in the park near your home, perhaps even a housefly.
            Try using both a first-person and a third-person narrative voice in this exercise. First person of a cat: “I began plotting my next move as I lay on the fat branch of the apple tree, basking in the morning sun and watching the stupid dog nosing around in the dirt searching for my scent.”
            Third persona; “K.T. McPheline lay contentedly on the fat branch of the apple tree, basking in the morning sun, grinning as the dog ran around the backyard with his nose to the ground, with no idea where that troublesome cat had gone.”
            Comic relief and satire is always welcome: “Fup’s favorite movies were romances whether light and witty or murderously tragic. She watched intently from her roost on the back of the seat, occasionally tilting her head to quack in sympathy at the problems assailing love…”
            Translating that lesson to human terms, you might take on characteristics that are quite outside your first-hand experience, such as writing from their point of view or taking on the mythological attributes of a vampire or centaur (Tara: Oh, Stephenie Meyer. What will we do with you?).

Post any helpful comments you might have if you had luck already composing something for the workshop, you brave soul.

Tuesday, September 11, 2012

Indie Poetry Handout #1

Indie Poetry & Social Consciousness : Considering poetry's potential for raising social awareness
This handout is the first we'll be for discussion posts on Monday, the 17th.

What is Indie Poetry? Indie poetry has an affinity for social awareness and is written by musical performers that often associate this term with their genre of music. The term “indie” rose out of the strong sense of independence that these artists take when creating their music-- which includes their lyrical process, subject inspiration, & occasionally record publication. Indie poetry demonstrates the ways in which writing can be emotionally exploratory, and how it can create a meaningful dialogue concerning different aspects of social awareness.

Dear Ginsberg...

Dear Ginsberg,
I wrote a letter to Ginsberg and
sent it to the sky,
through my eyes and to the
nearest stars and with pupils,
opened wide, I cried and cried,
unashamed, uninhibited. the
angels read aloud to Ginsberg
sitting in some heavenness sky.

I proclaim
oh Ginsberg you made me weep
and weep the teary-est tears
for all my years, although
only twenty, I aged with you
and sat in my skin
rocking and creaking
like nana's old rocking chair.

And a soft chuckle,
short gasps of breath
that otherwise would have
been the screams of
beauty like some lonely
streetlight that begs
to be stood under,
orange skinned
and orange tinged...

And to here you sacrifice
yourself time and time again
and splattered your bloody
ink and your invisible
soul to me and to others

and I wiped my eyes once

I proclaim oh Ginsberg,
You made me wish for a soft body,
and soft hair,
naked touches,
and the power of the nail
that scratches and marks
the skin and be handled
and and and and,
for the cool soft sweat
and shivers under the covers...

You made me want to
jump off balconies and
out of windows testing the limits
of constructed worlds
and falsehoods that look

like movie sets,
and find the rubber airbags
to catch me,
and say ha! I knew it!

I apologize for stealing
your style,
I promise I'm not
making a dime...

how am I supposed to
write what you have already
wrote? How will I see
everything anew,
and fresh,

will they come to me?
Or will I have to dig
under the graves of dead
plants,dead water
to see a reflection,
a simile,
a verse?

No wait,
don’t tell,
don’t kiss,
don’t, kiss and tell,
stay silent,
I don’t want to know,
I want to know,
but I want to know…
I’ll know
when I see it,
when I feel it,
when I smell it,
and when I do, I’ll weep
for me,
weep for you,
weep for the world
weep for everything imaginable,
weep for dusty roads,
and highways,
weep for new clouds,
and new adventures,
weep for weep,
weep for weep’s sake,
for this I will sleep and wake.

Dear Ginsberg, thank you.
Bear vs. Shark

To the credit of the remake
that was a good Dracula
cruel oiled hair
dangerous teeth
fine diction
his strut like rooster
his minion bitches dark sexy

grand two hours
to be the time to leave
to walk down the avenue
with Harker in mind
jealous coward
great gang bowie knife conclusion
retame her
dry up the wet moisture from the lap of the monster luster
fail to see beyond your union and the possibility of a brighter
Harker loose in the pants got his fun
laying tight with the vampire vixens
boobies and inner thigh bites
good job
I hope the marriage to your property lasts forever.

On Your Porch...

i was on your porch
the smoke sank into my skin
so i came inside to be with you
and we talked all night
about everything you could imagine
cause come the morning ill be gone

and as our eyes start to close
i turn to you and i let you know

that i love you

well my dad was sick
and my mom she cared for him
her love it nursed him back to life
while me i ran
i couldnt even look at him
for fear id have to say goodbye

and as i start to leave
he grabs me by the shoulder and he tells me

“whats left to lose
youve done enough
and if you fail well then you fail but not too us
cause these last three years
i know theyve been hard
but now its time to get out of this desert and into the sun
even if its alone”

so now here i situations in a hotel off of sunset
my thoughts bounce off of sams guitar
and thats the way its been
ever since we were kids
but now, now weve got something to prove

and i, i can see their eyes
so tell me something, can they see mine?

Cause whats left to lose
ive done enough
and if i fail well then i fail but i gave it a shot
and these last three years, i know theyve been hard
but now its time to get out of this desert and into the sun
even if its alone

i was on your porch last nite
the smoke it sank into my skin

Moneen, by Chris Hughes

Introduction to Indie Poetry

What is Indie Poetry? 
Indie poetry has an affinity for social awareness and is written by musical performers that often associate this term with their genre of music. The term “indie” rose out of the strong sense of independence that these artists take when creating their music-- which includes their lyrical process, subject inspiration, & occasionally record publication. Indie poetry demonstrates the ways in which writing can be emotionally exploratory, and how it can create a meaningful dialogue concerning different aspects of social awareness.

Indie Poetry Presentation
This presentation goes over two basic poetry forms commonly seen in Indie poetry. It covers defining characteristics of Indie poetry in relation to content, style and structure.

Overview of form & style & indie poetry from CreativeWritingWorkshop

Challenge: Write 1-2 poems or look for work you already have that you are willing to post on the blog. You can title the posts under "Workshop 2," and your name, but for formatting purposes, we can always get to it later.

Poetry Analysis Guidelines

Here I'll post about a few things we went over during the first session. As I did mention...it was very lecture oriented, but thus is the beginning of a writing workshop. I go over the basic fundamentals of poetry associated with commonly used terminology, form, style and structure. Also, I briefly discussed the workshop texts I'll be using. I provided links for those (and a few other good poetry anthologies) on the right blog module. Jessi H. took great notes on my whibbly white board ones :).

With this first session, I went over the first half of the Indie poetry ppt presentation, guidelines and terminology for poetry analysis and provided a handout containing some Indie poetry.      

Processing Poetry: What to Consider During Analysis 
These are the guidelines we'll use when discussing the handout poems, and some things to think about when commenting on poetry we post.

  1. Read the poem several times through for its content:
    1. Initially, read the poem through without making any notes.
    2. The second time through, scan for general absorption and to look over text you might not have fully considered. Move on to the next step once you feel the poem begin to “sit” with you, and that you have an overall understanding of it.
    3. Make notes of provocative elements in each stanza, giving attention to details that seem to define the content’s meaning or purpose.

  1. Anywhere between the second or third time through, assess the structure of the poem:
    1. Consider its overall textual or visual design on the page.
i.  Is the poem a thin shape with short lines or does the text stretch horizontally across the page?
ii.Is the poem typographical or does it incorporate mixed media such as photographs or other elements of visual design?
    1. Note the number of stanzas presents in the poem; how many are there and does th author use them consistently? (see next)
    2. Examine the length of each stanza; is the author deliberate with the number of lines present in each stanza? Make note of them and also consider numbering each line which can be incredibly helpful for referencing things later.

  1. Attempt to identify the poem’s form and style:
    1. A poem can adhere to more than one form, exhibiting attributes that may indicate several categories. In this case, which form is implied and is there a form present that is expressed more clearly?
    2. Is it a lyrical poem? Lyrical poems will often emit a sense of emotional value and an outpouring introspective thoughts or feelings. It can appear abstract in element and may be built upon a set of complex images.
    3. Is it a narrative poem? Narrative poems often revolve around depicting small moments in time; they have a tendency to unwind slowly although they sometimes focus on an event that has occurred within a couple of seconds. Does the author consider one moment, or a series of events?
    4. Does the poem resemble a specific form like prose? Prose is characterized by its lack of line breaks and is not structured with a familiar use of stanza but instead appears as large blocks of text on the page. Prose is often void of complex visual design and feels conversational in nature. Though it may resemble a moderate essay of 1-4 pages, its content remains poetic and has aesthetic qualities such as: consonance, alliteration, provocative imagery or metaphor.
    5. Consider the author’s voice or persona:
i.  Is the tone of the poem somber, joyful, aloof?
ii.Does the poet’s style of writing mimic that of another writer?
iii.                      What would you consider, or who for that matter, the persona of the poem to be?
1.      The persona of a poem indicates the speaker or “who is doing the talking.” It often resembles a speaker in the first person point of view.
iv.                      Consider the speaker’s perspective or point of view; from what position do they speak and what message might they be trying to evoke?
  1. Mixed Media and Interdisciplinary attributes
    1. If the poem contains mixed media elements such as photographs or collage, it could be considered a visual poem.
    2. Did the poem contain a visual design that was constructed out of text? It could be considered a concrete poem.
    3. It could be difficult to differentiate between the two, but the consideration isn’t incredibly problematic since these forms of poetry are closely related; it is often debated which one truly came first—concrete poetry, or visual poetry. It’s occasionally questioned which form exists as a sub-genre.

    1. Consider also:
i.  The poem’s rhyme scheme: is there a significant pattern, or does the rhyme occur intermittently? The blue-print of a rhyme can be labeled by minor lettering, e.g., ababcdcdee.

  1. What stands out in the poem or what makes it unique?
    1. Feel free to identify unconventional attributes associated with style, form, structure and content.
    2. What makes a poem unique could be its most commodified element; it’s possible an author will approach a topic that has much notoriety but does it in an unusual way.

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Feel free to comment if you have any questions or would like to add anything :) Also, check the syllabus for new assignments :D 

For next session: 
1) Look over Indie poetry handout #1 and take some notes for discussion posts. Feel free to follow the analysis guidelines or assess anything you feel might add to the discussion. 
2) Write 1-2 poems or look for work you already have that you are willing to post on the blog. You can title the posts under "Workshop 2," and your name, but for formatting purposes, we can always get to it later. 

Good luck!

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