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schedule: from 2 pm Friday, Aug. 25; Friday afternoon and
evening sessions;
Saturday, Aug. 26, morning session, with participants to read at
Picnic; wrap-up session afternoon Saturday after Picnic. Option
of publishing on the Sunflower Poetry site. Workshop Leaders: Gregory Candela and Dale Harris (bios below) Location: Mountainair's historic Shaffer Hotel, one block south of the intersection of Highways 55 & 60. Tuition: $50, limited enrollment, includes workshop only. Make checks out to Dale Harris and mail to 2115 Aspen Avenue, NW, Albuquerque, NM 87104. Lodging and meals not included in tuition. However, the Shaffer Hotel will be offering a special rate to workshop participants. Local lodging information. Contact: call (505- 242-4930) or e-mail (please write "Sunflower Poetry Writing Workshop" on the subject line) Dale Harris for more information. |
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Gregory Candela, UNM-Valencia
professor of English, Ph. D. in American
literature, is a Master Teacher, creative writing
instructor, poet, performance artist, folk
musician, poetry book reviewer for the Valencia News-Bulletin, editor of Valley
Visions, and author of Surfing
New
Mexico, a book filled with poems about the spirit of New
Mexico and its people. Greg's short story "Will" appeared
at Lunarosity,
he has had several poems in Read a review of and
selected poems from Surfing New |
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 Dale Harris is a potter, a poet, a spoken word performer, prolific and tireless organizer of New Mexico poetry events, featured reader and facilitator at poetry festivals and workshops. Her poetry CDs include Once We Were Winged, Cibola Seasons, and Like A Hummingbird. She also e-mails weekly "Thank God It's Thursday" (TGIT) poems. |
Poet John Lydgate at His Desk, engraving circa 1515.
And now a poem on the writing of poetry
(more on our ars poetica page + Horace's ars poetica & translation)
I have always aspired to a more spacious form
that would be free from the claims of poetry or prose
and would let us understand each other without exposing
the author or reader to sublime agonies.
In the very essence of poetry there is something indecent:
a thing is brought forth which we didn't know we had in us,
so we blink our eyes, as if a tiger had sprung out
and stood in the light, lashing his tail.
That's why poetry is rightly said to be dictated by a daimonion,
though it's an exaggeration to maintain that he must be an angel.
It's hard to guess where that pride of poets comes from,
when so often they're put to shame by the disclosure of their frailty.
What reasonable man would like to be a city of demons,
who behave as if they were at home, speak in many tongues,
and who, not satisfied with stealing his lips or hand,
work at changing his destiny for their convenience?
It's true that what is morbid is highly valued today,
and so you may think that I am only joking
or that I've devised just one more means
of praising Art with the help of irony.
There was a time when only wise books were read,
helping us to bear our pain and misery.
This, after all, is not quite the same
as leafing through a thousand works fresh from psychiatric clinics.
And yet the world is different from what it seems to be
and we are other than how we see ourselves in our ravings.
People therefore preserve silent integrity,
thus earning the respect of their relatives and neighbors.
The purpose of poetry is to remind us
how difficult it is to remain just one person,
for our house is open, there are no keys in the doors,
and invisible guests come in and out at will.
What I'm saying here is not, I agree, poetry,
as poems should be written rarely and reluctantly,
under unbearable duress and only with the hope
that good spirits, not evil ones, choose us for their instrument.
Berkeley, 1968
translated by Czeslaw Milosz
and Lillian Valle
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