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Spoken Word Videos for next week

Monday, April 15th, 2013

1.  For Monday:

Go to Def Poetry on channel musikslove (81 videos) and watch the following:

  • Black Ice, “Imagine” #16
  • Gina Loring, “Somewhere There Is a Poem” #19
  • Sunni Patterson, “We Made It” #76
  • Suheir Hammad, “First Writing Since” #77

Go to urbanrenewalprogram (80 videos) and watch the following:

  • Linton Kwesi Johnson, “If I was a top notch poet”
  • Staceyann Chin, “If only out of vanity”
  • Jessica Care Moore, “I’m a hip-hop cheerleader”
  • Erykah Badu, “Friends, fan, and artists”
  • Danny Hoch, “Corner Talk, September”
  • Amiri Baraka, “Why is we Americans”
  • Beau Sia, “Give me a chance”
  • Taylor Mali, “What teachers make”

2. For Wednesday:

Videos are student choice.  In Comments on this post, provide the name of the artist, the name of the poem, and the link (paste it in and it will go live when you post the comment).   RULES:

  • The poem must be recorded in a performance, and should NOT be a video production.
  • Each student may post only one video, so choose wisely!  It is NOT mandatory that you choose a poem.

MORE Judith Vollmer

Sunday, March 31st, 2013


I was very impressed with Vollmer…so naturally I did a little stalking after class on Friday. If you didn’t get to ask all the questions you wanted to, then check out this interview! I found it on

Response to Probably not substantive enough to be post-worthy, but…

Friday, March 8th, 2013

America why are your libraries full of tears?
America when will you send your eggs to India?
I’m sick of your insane demands.
When can I go into the supermarket and buy what I need with my good looks?
America after all it is you and I who are perfect not the next world.
Your machinery is too much for me.
You made me want to be a saint.
There must be some other way to settle this argument.-Who else but Ginsberg?(sickedwickedness)

I aim at this section of, America , because of Cobain and Plath’s “attractiveness.” Cobain’s music was attractive. Plath’s poetry was attractive. But “America” wants us to believe that their suicide was attractive because “America” wants us to think that “its machinery is too much for us.” The affect that drugs have on an artist and the artist’s mind state is very real.  The affect that fans have on the artist are very real because of all the pressure the artist is put under because of their fame and are almost looked at as a “saint” when in reality they are far from it because they are destroying the very beautiful bodies backstage that their fans fantasize.  Can we blame “America”? or Do we blame the artist?

 I totally respect them as mainstream idyllic figures because their form(their physical attractiveness) and their content (their poetry and music) should be respected we cannot argue with how handsome Cobain was or how pretty Plath was.  My opinion is that their ending was ugly.  Too many fans look to these people, I mean, idyllic symbols as more than human and become confused.  I am not confused about it because I’m sure these artists did not feel that they were as attractive as we thought they were.  Plath didn’t have enough education and Cobain took too many drugs to cope and what a slippery slope and you lose sight of Hope when your Dream has been accomplished and you can’t make it to the finish, is it too late too replenish the soul you chose to diminish?  No, it’s not too late. Life is a big Responsibility and the more you are given the more you are responsible for. What do I know? but “Rumor has it!!” ha ha ha

 However, you can’t argue with the beauty of an early death either because where I was raised, here in America, that’s what I was always reminded. And a few words from a brother of mine Kanye  Omari West in America (please don’t get caught up on the form and only try to see the content):

 “The block is at war, post dramatic stress, ran up outta pillz, rob dat CVS, niggas gettin bust over in Gods we trust, We believe in God butdo God believe in us?,if we believe enough will we ever get to know him, that lean got us dosin’ ,if we get there we the chosen, i been poppin shit for too long, but still reppin where I came from”-Kanye West

 “Dr. Martin Louis The King Jr. and imma never let the dream turn to Krueger’s”-Kanye West

I could write shorter sermons but when I get started I’m too lazy to stop.-Lincoln




Monday, February 25th, 2013

“Like”, “I guess”, “Um”

But what a lovely one

Make-up must make up

for inner flaws

because I see none.

Spit your view point out

Give your soul its heavenly

Spout. There isn’t a

Drought. Just comes

Out in


Drop your

Worries, those temporary

Flurries of your inner flaws.

Which knaws and eats away

At you as you turn

Red and blue

But after the Storm


How you always knew. Too

See in all directions.

What a beautiful view.

Never to be aware of

What is around you?



Wednesday, February 13th, 2013

Contemporary Poetry has the opportunity to do a reading for Thursday Poems.

We have Thursday, April 4 at 5:00 p.m. as our slot.  Note: April is National Poetry Month! Also note that the Holi Festival of Colors on Ball Circle is on April 5.

Here’s where you come in!

1. Let me know if you want to participate in the comments below.

2. Who would you want to read? You can choose from Bishop, Ginsberg, Brooks, Lowell, Sexton, Rich, Plath (if Catherine is doing Thursday Poems, she will receive IDS privilege and gets to read this), Hejinan, Palmer,  Vollmer, Koumanyakkaa, Hacker, Merrill, Wilbur, or Walcott. Don’t know who to pick? Check our syllabus here.

We do not have to read all of these authors, but what we do need is enough people to participate and read a poem (or two!) to fill up a half hour slot. Who doesn’t love poetry enough to read aloud?

In other news, Happy Galentine’s Day! See you on Friday and please, please let me know if you’re interested! Poetry with you folks is simply the best.




An Old Blue Place

Thursday, January 31st, 2013

I know we aren’t supposed to get into him/it yet… but I couldn’t stop myself from digging into “Kaddish and Other Poems” (a little bit prematurely, albeit) in preparation for tomorrow’s class.

“It leaps about me, as I go out and walk down the street, look back over my shoulder, Seventh Avenue, the battlements of window office buildings, shouldering each other high, under a cloud, tall as the sky for an instant– and the sky above– an old blue place.” (Kaddish, 8).

Besides being eternally in love with internal rhyme (sky/high), and the dual use of “shoulder” here, does anyone else want to meet Ginsberg (now deceased) in that “old blue place,” a place worthy of punctuation OTHER THAN A COMMA in this ever-flowing poem?!

I’d love to have dinner with him. There, I said it. And Naomi, too, if she’s anything like Allen!

“Poets are always taking the weather so personally.”

Wednesday, January 23rd, 2013

While this may have little to do with COPO I just had to share it somewhere and I thought many of you would appreciate these treasures I found.


On a more related note, J.D. Salinger’s aforementioned quote continues, “They’re always sticking their emotions in things that have no emotions.” Thoughts? A word to the wise- I will be deeply and personally wounded by any negative comments about J.D. Salinger.

Fun Things Before Bishop

Thursday, January 17th, 2013

I’m hoping I’ll understand the reference to Bishop after next week in today’s Poetry Daily Poem of the Day right here.

And if you’re nervous about reading Bishop, this article from Poetry Magazine, “Safer Than Ambien,” may convince ya to just stick to it.

X: People are attracted to her natural, conversational style. It undercuts her cerebralism. Her modesty makes her braininess OK.

ME: It’s true, we pretend to judge poems but we really judge the poet behind them, or what appears to be their congeniality.

Girl is just too beautiful. Happy reading!

Supreme Fiction and Some Notes?

Monday, January 14th, 2013

I may be looking into this a little too much, but if I remember from both Modern Poetry and Gyno Mod, we discussed Wallace Stevens’ concept of the Supreme Fiction. I may not grasp it completely yet, but aside from the notion that religion, or any notion of God, is not real but willingly believed. I’m struggling to remember how to properly connect it to poetry, but this (to me, so far, if I am potentially right) seems to alter our conception of reality capturing, crystallizing to something supposedly “real” and right. Am I rambling? Maybe a little bit.

Point! Point!

Reading the ending of “Some Notes on Organic Form” by Levertov struck reminds me of Wallace Stevens’ Supreme Fiction:

The X-factor, the magic, is when we come to those rifts and make those leaps. A religious devotion to the truth, to the splendor of the authentic, involves the writer in a process rewarding in itself; but when that devotion brings us to the undreamed abysses and we find ourselves sailing slowly over them and landing on the other side–that’s ecstasy.

Heart-stammering ending? Yes. Modernist influence on these Contemporary poets? I don’t think I’m crazy here. HAPPY BLOGGING!