Poemeleon has a wonderful series of interviews by Cati Porter called “The Habitual Poet” about reading and writing poetry which includes poets Diane Lockward, Jeannine Hall Gailey, and Martha Silano. I’m up as installment #54 “The Habitual Poet: Laura Madeline Wiseman.” Yeah!
I also have a poem in Labletter and this Saturday I’m off to Fargo, North Dakota to give a reading at 3:15 p.m. on March 26 of poetry at Red River Graduate Student Conference at the Memorial Union at North Dakota State University. I’ll be reading from my dissertation on Matilda Fletcher and maybe a few poems from Branding Girls. I hope to see you there!
And I must say a few words about the wonderful master workshop I took with Alicia Ostriker during the last two weeks. I haven’t taken a workshop in a couple of years. It was so nice to get feedback on brand new poems from Alicia and from the newer poets in the program and to read their exciting work. Alicia gave us five assignments and we were to write a fresh poem based on the assignment, sometimes as quickly as overnight! It felt a little bit like poetry boot-camp and required a bit of mettle and diligence, but such a nice way to stretch into new styles and themes and reread old favorite poets like Whitman, Ginsberg, Oliver, Sexton, Grahn, Karr, Levertov, Dickinson, H.D., and Clifton. It was so good to learn from Alicia, to hear her candor, generosity, and insight.
Here was the first assignment (if you’re up for it):
1) write a poem emulating the Wang Wei poem below: 8 lines max, each line containing at least one verb, one or more containing two verbs, the final line containing three verbs. The poem is centered on a place. It will have no more than one adjective.
Villa on Zhongnan Mountain,” by Wang Wei
In my middle years I came to much love the Way
and late made my home by South Mountain’s edge.
When the mood comes upon me, I go off alone,
and have glorious moments all to myself.
I walk to the point where a stream ends,
and sitting, watch when the clouds rise.
By chance I meet old men in the woods;
we laugh and chat, no fixed time to turn home.
Wang Wei’s “Villa on Zhongnan Mountain” from An Anthology of Chinese Literature, Stephen Owen, ed. and trans. (New York: W.W. Norton, 1996) p. 390.