Poetry and Project Runway by Stephen Burt : The Poetry Foundation [article]

Poetry Meets Project Runway! Check out this article by Stephen Burt about how Tim Gunn's incisive critique (and the show's technique as a whole) is a good strategy for reading/teaching/critiquing poetry. Very entertaining.

Poetry and Project Runway by Stephen Burt : The Poetry Foundation [article]

The Number of the Beast: SESTINA

You know you really want to take on The Number of the Beast this November, right?! We'll be working with an ancient form of torture/I mean poetry, The Sestina. Some of the most contemporary and linguistically clever sestinas can be found online at http://www.mcsweeneys.net/links/sestinas/ - including poems about Maidenform bras, domesticated sestinas, Christian pop-stars, fake sestinas, salvation, reluctant sestinas…

Writing Prep: Read the chapter on Sestinas in 13 Ways. Be sure to read at least one of these sestinas out loud, to feel the way repetition of the six words helps the poet gather momentum for the envoi.

Basic Sestina Etiquette: six words, each coming at the end of a line, are repeated in a pre-determined order, ultimately forming six six-line stanzas; all six words are included in a final, 3-line stanza commonly called the envoi. The standard "illustration" for the order of the six words is:

1,2,3,4,5,6

6,1,5,2,4,3

3,6,4,1,2,5

5,3,2,6,1,4

4,5,1,3,6,2

2,4,6,5,3,1

2,5,4,3,6,1

You can find a line-by-line template in 13 Ways.

However, if you are one of those people who have difficulty keeping numbers straight, even in template form, try this: a “sestina generator”! No, it doesn’t write the poem for you; but it does take your six key words and order them correctly into six stanzas, plus the final 3-line stanza called an envoi. http://dilute.net/sestinas/ is the place to go. Once you’ve got your words in order, copy them down, and start having fun.

Suggestions:

1. choose words that “cluster” together: for example, two nouns, two verbs, two adjectives. Example: fountain, clarinet, trickle, slide, soft, striped.

2. pick a topic you want to write about and create a list of words that refer to that topic. Example: insomnia: heartbeat, eyes, pillow, sheets, toss, breath, clock, tick, sigh, darkness, book, tea, mattress, frustration, curse … then choose the six words that you feel are most likely to help you write this poem.

3. freewrite about a topic of your choice. Go for ten minutes, or until you find the beginning of your poem. Maybe even write the entire first draft of a poem. Maybe even take an OLD poem that you don’t much like or never finished. Pick out six words. Start the sestina pattern using those words.

4. Choose six words from a poem (by someone else) that you really, really love. Try to write out a six-sentence story, ending each one with one of those words. Start the sestina pattern.

5. Choose words that can have more than one meaning (even if it means spelling the word differently), or that can double as noun and verb; for example: swallow, right, wind, ring, bell, loft, keep, leaves, may, long, saw, nail, wind, sail…

6. Read the sestina “Anna Karenina (or, like, Most of It)” by Jonah Winter (below). Notice how Winter uses the repetition to his advantage by making some of his six words slang or idioms. Try a mix: nouns, adverbs, verbs, conjunctions, prepositions, articles, interjections. Consider trying to summarize one of the “greats” like Moby Dick, Last of the Mohicans, The Snows of Kilamanjaro, The Invisible Man, On the Road; a fairy tale; a TV series; a series of unfortunate events...

Anna Karenina (or, like, most of it)
by Jonah Winter

So, like, I read this really cool novel that was like
all about these different relationships?
You know like there were these different couples and like
some of the couples were like, okay, or whatever, but, there was this one couple that was like so
unhappy! I mean, it was like, WOW,
you know? The wife was like, married to this big dude

who was like, you know—real intense. Dude,
I'm serious, this guy was like
majorly into making money and like, ignoring his wife, until she was just like: "Wow,
this is NOT what I signed up for," right? I mean, like, their relationship
was like—Oh. My. God. —TOTALLY unfulfilling. TOTALLY!!! So,
like, then there are these other characters too? And they've all got these like

in-CRED-ibly long names, and things like that. (I think they're like
related or something.) Anyway, like, so, this wife falls in love with this other dude
who's like, I guess, *totally* amazing—and they are like SO
into each other it's not even funny. Seriously. She's just like
"Oh my God this is like a real relationship.
Wow."

And then like, she goes to visit her brother or something. Wow.
This is such an incredibly intense novel, it's hard to like
remember stuff. Okay. So, anyway, her brother's like also having problems in his relationship
with his wife. And his wife is like, "Dude,
what the fuck?" And he's like
"What?" And she's like, "That is just SO

uncool to just like, SMILE right now." Cause you know like he was like SO
busted when his wife you know like caught him with the maid? And his sister was like, "Wow,
so, I guess you can't help me." And he was like,
"What-Ever." Or, you know, "RELAX." And she was like,
"Later, dude."
So then like her husband finds out about her relationship—

and THAT is DEFINITELY not cool with him. And so then like THEIR relationship
actually gets like, even worse? Cause he is just like SO
telling her what to do and stuff, how he's gonna like, hurt her, and stuff, and she is like "Dude," I'm outta here." And so like she goes back to the other dude, and he is like "Wow,
it's really great to see you!" And so like
I guess they're not, like, using protection that night? and so she gets like,

you know—pregnant. And that's when things get like really fucked up in their relationship. Cause you know like they're not married or anything and so
she just goes "Wow. Now I'm gonna have to OFF myself... DUDE!!!"



7. Just for fun, try this “Mad Libs Sestina” by Leah Fasulo. It gets your juices flowing and yes, it’s okay to laugh.

A Mad Libs Sestina


BY LEAH FASULO


Mad Libs Sestina: __exclamation__!

She steps out onto the yellow __noun (2 syllables)—A____
adv (2)__. "Goddamn you, __noun (3)__!" she shouts,
And her words ring like __adj (1)__ __noun (1)__ through the night.
The water is still but the lights are __adj (1)—B__.
And with every step, she __verb (1)__ __adv (3)—C__:
"Is that God's __body part (2)__ or is it my own?"

It isn't hard to __verb (2)__ on her own.
She just needs a __noun (2)__ on the __repeat A__.
Two suns and a moon have passed __repeat C__
But she feels like a __noun (2)__ when she shouts,
So she __verb (3)__ instead and feels __repeat B__
Like __adj (2)__ __color (1)__ at the end of the night.

Was her __noun (2)__ __adj (2)__ the other night?
Or did she just __verb (1)__ the __noun (1)__ of her own__
body part (1)__? The answer is in the __noun (2)__ of __repeat B__
Which is hidden deep under the __repeat A__
In the realm of __made-up word (3)__. If she shouts
__adv (1)__ enough, it will come out __repeat C__.

Rarely does she __verb (1)__ __plural noun (2)__ __repeat C__,
So instead she lies down for the __adj (1)__ night.
If she can't __verb (1)__ the __noun (2)__ with her shouts,
Then she'd rather just __verb (2)__ on her own.
Pulling a __noun (2)__ onto the __repeat A__,
She falls asleep, feeling __adj (2)__ and __repeat B__.

Once asleep, she __verb (2)__ and dreams of __repeat B
__Angels, each looking at her __repeat C__.
They __verb (1)__ their __adj (1)__ __body part (2)__ at the __repeat A__
And whisper, "__verb (1)__ the __noun (1)__, __girl's name (2)__. The night
Is __adj (2)__, and you surely do not own
The __noun (2)__." She awakes to her own shouts.

And to hers join other __adj (3)__ shouts,
Billowing into __ plural noun (1)__ of __adj (2)__ __repeat B__,
Reminding her that her __noun (1)__ is her own
Worst __noun (3)__, and she should __repeat C____
verb (2)__ the __adj (1)__ and __adj (1)__ __ plural noun (1)__ of the night:
At last, she __verb (3)__ the __repeat A__.

All night, the __adj (1)__ shouts of friends __verb (1)__ her __body part (1)__,
But she lets them __verb (2)__ __repeat C__ __repeat B__,
Ready to __verb (2)__ life on her own __repeat A__.

Don't be afraid of the Sestina form. It is well-suited to rants (or what some poets call "Rantinas"), descriptions of ritual, and to long, cyclical, repetitive patterns about human relationships, physics, biology, and the cosmos. Your aim here is to go with the flow. Don't resist. But stay directed and focused. Sestinas are a little like riding the rapids of a very fast river. Grab your life-jacket.

Give me a sonnet with a twist

The schedule this week has changed. In lieu of class on M & W, you will have two projects to work on: 1) this week’s poem, a Sonnet (see below), and 2) the second set of annotated poems (due on Friday in class, 11/13). We WILL meet on Friday, 11/13, and start workshopping Group B’s Sonnets.

“Give me a Sonnet with a twist”

No, that’s not a new kind of cocktail. This week you’ll be playing with the sonnet form(s), reading everything from poems that strictly follow classic sonnet form(s) of structure and content, to sonnets that challenge the Petrarchan “beloved” as object, to sonnets that are quite badly behaved and probably aren’t invited to family reunions (but oh, their parties are so much more interesting).

Your assignment is to write a sonnet – in any of the various forms below – with the subject of either a Personal Ad, or an Insult (prep for assignment! Read: 13W, read Chapter 12, “Sonnets: Exploring the Possibilities of Fourteen Lines;” sonnets in SM Poetry Anthology, and Karenne Wood's ME “Smoke” (43). Also, read SM poems for “Personal Ad” and “Insult”).

In other words, this can be a kind of love poem (as in, looking for love), or an anti-love poem (as in, you suck, and here’s why). It just needs to be in sonnet form.


STRUCTURE
Most of you are familiar with, at the very least, the Shakespearean sonnet. Wendy Bishop’s chapter in 13 Ways gives examples of more traditional sonnets such as “That time of year thou mayst in me behold” and “My mistress’ eyes are nothing like the sun.” This form uses the English sonnet, what Bishop calls “a small, often passionate or philosophical song” of 14 lines in iambic pentameter, with the usual suspects in rhyming patterns. However, she also notes these kinds of sonnet possibilities:

a sonnet written in couplets
a personal (invented) rhyme scheme (called a ‘nonce sonnet’)
sonnet sequences, such as a ‘crown of sonnets,’ using the Italian form (see page 318)
a monorhymed sonnet
double sonnets (28 lines)
reversed Shakespearean sonnet
retrograde sonnet (reads the same backward as forward)
non-rhyming sonnet of 14 lines
shorter lines (a ‘skinny’ sonnet)

CONTENT
Traditional sonnets developed as a vehicle in which male poets praised their female beloveds in a predictable and objectifying manner, or as Julia Alvarez says, “The sonnet tradition was one in which women were caged in golden cages of a beloved, in perfumed gas chambers of stereotype … a heavily mined and male labyrinth.” Although few men complained about the male-centricism of sonnets, perhaps Shakespeare himself rebelled against the necessity of constant praise when he wrote “my mistress’ eyes are nothing like the sun,” a sonnet that paints a less than flattering picture of the supposed-beloved.

Like Shakespeare, if you can’t find the form you need, tweak the one you have. Bishop’s chapter contains sonnets about rape (“Leda and the Swan”), a sonnet that won’t behave (“The Bad Sonnet”), the loss of a finger while shoeing a horse (“One Morning, Shoeing Horses”), a diabetic seizure (“Fourteen”), and so on.

On the web, check out http://www.sonnets.org/newsonnets.htm which has many links to contemporary sonnets.

Here are other examples that might inspire you.

Margaret Melamin’s collection Blue Collar Sonnets gives us the sonnet in a new light:

The Hobo

Deep in the vast Missouri’s slimy silt
there lies what was a man. He has been dead
these seven decades, and his flesh has fed
huge catfish and a boxcar rider’s guilt.
There were no jobs. My uncle slept in trains
that ran along the river in KC
where hoboes gathered. It was here that he
jumped from a car and panic filled his veins
as someone stepped from shadow. It was here
he pulled his gun and dropped the man forever.
Quickly he rolled the body to the river
and watched it sink. He lived in guilt and fear
from that day forward, dreamed of Cain and Abel.
Who was the man? Who missed him at the table?

Plumbers

Up to their shins in human nastiness
of every ugly kind, how do they keep
from choking on their vomit when they sleep?
How do they free their nostrils of the mess
and find their appetites at dinner hour?
Do they just wash their hands of all of it,
the hairballs and the condoms and the shit,
and think of lilacs while they’re in the shower?
These are the men we call when septic tanks
rebel, when sewer lines regurgitate
their stinking contents. They investigate
our murky underworld for little thanks
beyond their union scale, but when they’re through
they know more secrets than the tabloids do.

The Molly Maguires
John “Blackjack” Kehoe Speaks

Oh yes, our hands were bloody, but in part
from lifting murdered brothers off the ground.
We came to this great promised land and found
that we were beasts of burden, saw the heart
of Ireland being trampled in the mud
by ruthless men who broke us, showed us hell
and left our shriveled bodies where they fell.
I’ll not deny we shed some rich men’s blood.
We wanted schools and doctors, shoes and bread.
We got betrayal, treachery and filth
while villains bribed our priests with tainted wealth
and winked at murderers who blamed their dead
on Mollies. It was perjured oaths alone
that hanged us not for our crimes but their own.

Marilyn Hacker’s amazing collection Love, Death and a Changing of the Seasons chronicles a love affair from first blush to final break-up:

“Didn’t Sappho say her guts clutched up like this?”

Didn’t Sappho say her guts clutched up like this?
Before a face suddenly numinous,
her eyes watered, knees melted. Did she lactate
again, milk brought down by a girl’s kiss?
It’s documented torrents are unloosed
by such events as recently produced
not the wish, but the need, to consume, in us,
one pint of Maalox, one of Kaopectate.
My eyes and groin are permanently swollen,
I’m alternatingly brilliant and witless
—and sleepless: bed is just a swamp to roll in.
Although I’d cream my jeans touching your breast,
sweetheart, it isn’t lust; it’s all the rest
of what I want with you that scares me shitless.

And Eavan Boland’s fascination with mythology and metaphorical descriptions of what’s been lost shows up in this one:

Atlantis—A Lost Sonnet

How on earth did it happen, I used to wonder
that a whole city—arches, pillars, colonnades,
not to mention vehicles and animals—had all
one fine day gone under?

I mean, I said to myself, the world was small then.
Surely a great city must have been missed?
I miss our old city —

white pepper, white pudding, you and I meeting
under fanlights and low skies to go home in it. Maybe
what really happened is

this: the old fable-makers searched hard for a word
to convey that what is gone is gone forever and
never found it. And so, in the best traditions of

where we come from, they gave their sorrow a name
and drowned it.

Finally, if you are in dire need of an insult jump-start, try the Insult Generator at http://www.pangloss.com/seidel/Shaker/ which pulls up random insults from Shakespeare for your enjoyment. Thou unmuzzled guts-griping popinjay! See also the Shakespeare Insult Kit link on that page at http://www.pangloss.com/seidel/shake_rule.html

And on the Personal Ad front, an excerpt from Poplicks.com:

I read a collection of personal ads in Sunday's LA Times Magazine that I assumed was the brainchild of a creative genius.On second read, I realized that the ads were real personals pulled from various sources spanning several years. (I confirmed that a few were from Craigslist.)

Here are some of the more delicious ones:

Liberal man seeks a conservative (neocon or better) woman for discreet affair. You blast Sean Hannity while dominating me in the back of my Prius. Weekdays only.

Young man, moderate circumstances, with glass eye, would like to make acquaintance of young girl, also with glass eye or other deformity not more severe, for matrimony.

Portly screen legend, reclusive, with unabashed Japanese fetish wishes to turn over new leaf and find a nice Chinese girl to spend remaining days with.

My name is Bubbles. I reside in a shed with 28 kitties. I refurbish grocery carts, which I steal from the local Wal-Mart. Just kidding. I'm Tom. I'm looking for local female for coffee and maybe more.

Broken guy with only a guitar and a Dodge Dart, looking for barely legal runaway who won't judge him for being an abject failure.

SWM cultural imperialist foodie seeks goofy hipster chick to drive to San Gabriel so we can brag about being the only white people at a filthy C-grade restaurant.

Stoner seeks same.

Monacan poet Karenne Wood's Reading on Wednesday!

What: Poetry Reading

When: November 4, 2009

Time: 4:30

Place: Northen Auditorium (Leyburn Library)

Who: Open to the public

KARENNE WOOD is the author of Markings on Earth, which won the North American Native Authors Award for Poetry. She holds an MFA in poetry from George Mason University and is an enrolled member of the Monacan Indian Nation, where she served on the Monacan Tribal Council for 12 years. She directs the Virginia Indian Heritage Program at the Virginia Foundation for the Humanities and is currently a PhD candidate in anthropology at the University of Virginia, working to revitalize indigenous languages and cultural practices. She was previously the Repatriation Director for the Association on American Indian Affairs, coordinating the return of sacred objects to Native communities. She has worked at the National Museum of the American Indian as a researcher, and directed a tribal history project with the Monacan Nation for six years. Recently, Wood edited The Virginia Indian Heritage Trail, a guidebook now in its third edition.

We've read some of Wood's elegies for class this week. Read more at her NativeWiki: http://www.nativewiki.org/Karenne_Wood