Showing posts with label Kim Addonizio. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Kim Addonizio. Show all posts

September 30, 2014

Winter Poetry & Prose Getaway

22nd Annual Winter Poetry & Prose Getaway
Supportive. Energizing. Inspiring.
January 16-19, 2015
Atlantic City, NJ area
16 challenging and supportive writing workshops
Special Guests: Stephen Dunn and Kim Addonizio


Advance your craft and energize your writing at the 22nd Annual Winter Getaway. Enjoy challenging and supportive workshops, insightful feedback and an encouraging community. Choose from fiction, nonfiction, memoir, screenwriting and poetry. Early registration discounts and scholarships available.

Learn more: www.wintergetaway.com




September 7, 2009

Prompt: Lucifer at the Starlite



Kim Addonizio's fifth collection of poetry is Lucifer at the Starlite. It is a collection full of dualities - suffering and joy, good and evil, light and dark, personal and global. There are poems about the war in Iraq and the 2004 Asian tsunami, and ones that turn into the heart of the self.

The title poem, “Lucifer at the Starlite,” references this George Meredith poem 

Lucifer In Starlight

On a starred night Prince Lucifer uprose.
Tired of his dark dominion swung the fiend
Above the rolling ball in cloud part screened,
Where sinners hugged their spectre of repose.
Poor prey to his hot fit of pride were those.
And now upon his western wing he leaned,
Now his huge bulk o'er Afric's sands careened,
Now the black planet shadowed Arctic snows.
Soaring through wider zones that pricked his scars
With memory of the old revolt from Awe,
He reached a middle height, and at the stars,
Which are the brain of heaven, he looked, and sank.
Around the ancient track marched, rank on rank,
The army of unalterable law.

Meredith's title suggests that Lucifer is playing a gig at the Starlite. Here is Addonizio's modern take on it.

Lucifer at the Starlite
—after George Meredith

Here's my bright idea for life on earth:
better management. The CEO
has lost touch with the details. I'm worth
as much, but I care; I come down here, I show
my face, I'm a real regular. A toast:
To our boys and girls in the war, grinding
through sand, to everybody here, our host
who's mostly mist, like methane rising
from retreating ice shelves. Put me in command.
For every town, we'll have a marching band.
For each thoroughbred, a comfortable stable;
for each worker, a place beneath the table.
For every forward step a stumbling.
A shadow over every starlit thing.

When I first launched Poets Online back in 1998, one of my inspirations for the prompts was the Addonizio and Laux book, The Poet's Companion: A Guide to the Pleasures of Writing Poetry. Kim has since published a new book of inspiration called Ordinary Genius: A Guide for the Poet Within. It is a book of exercises and starting points. It's not prompts or a how-to, but it would be good for a writing course or for someone looking for some inspiration as they write.

This month's prompt is straightforward. I took the table of contents from Ordinary Genius and made a few minor edits to it. Its four sections and 36 chapter titles are your starting place. Select any one of the 40 as your own poem's title and go to it. 

What inspires Kim Addonizio? This about-creativity.com interview with her gives you some ideas.
What else inspires you?

Anything and everything. If "inspire" is the right word, a lot of poems lately have been inspired by the sorry state of the world and by ongoing romantic illusions and difficulties. Great writing always inspires me. Having a challenge inspires me -- could I do X in a poem? Could I write a novel entirely from one character's point of view, or write a historical novel? Could I write something for voice and blues harmonica that would work as a word/music piece? Trying to work out an idea, to take it from some place in my head and make it real in the world of forms.

Is there anything that helps you get to work and stay focused when you're feeling uninspired?

I either slog through, or I quit and come back later. Sometimes if you slog, you end up finding something interesting. Plus it makes you feel like you've gotten points somehow -- you stayed there when the work sucked or didn't go anywhere. And on the other hand, it's good to leave it alone sometimes and come back later. I know I'll come back. I know by now that the problem will shift. Right now I'm avoiding a novel that has some problems I don't feel I can solve, but I intend to go back and work on them; I have a lot more faith now than I used to, when I failed consistently. Fear of failure is the biggest thing that blocks creativity. It makes you give up too soon on a project, or on a writing life.

In your writing workshops, are there key lessons that you find yourself consistently emphasizing?

Oh, yeah. I'm always hammering on the same things. Sufficient clarity and context for a reader. Understanding your intent, on a holistic level, so you can reshape the poem accordingly -- that is, figuring out the core of the poem, making conscious to yourself the ideas and themes as far as possible. Keeping the writing fluid and trying out several strategies for revision, not just one.

 


January 16, 2009

Prompt: Sonnet + Addonizio = Sonnenizio


Kim Addonizio

In Kim Addonizio's fourth book of poems, What Is This Thing Called Love, I was surprised to find that she had written another paradelle. She has a poem ("Ever After") in that complex form in the anthology, The Paradelle. I didn't realize she had written any others.

If you're not familiar with the paradelle form, here's part of Billy Collins' introduction to that collection:
A few years ago, I wrote a poem that I titled "Paradelle for Susan." It was the only paradelle ever to have been written because I invented the form in order to write the poem. What I set out to do was write an intentionally bad formal poem. Auden said there was nothing funnier than bad poetry, and I thought a horribly mangled attempt at a formal poem might have humorous results. I considered using an already existing form, but I figured enough bad sonnets and bad sestinas are already being written these days without me adding to the pile...

Billy Collins

So, Collins invented a form. A ridiculously complex form. But it took hold, and others started trying to write intentionally good paradelles rather than parodies of villanelles. I learned "the truth" about paradelles when I spent a week in a writing workshop with Collins during the summer of 1999, and paradelles have been following me here and there ever since.

Poets Online used the paradelle as a prompt at the end of that year, and my own effort and another by Mary DeBow from Poets Online made it into an anthology of paradelles.

Kim Addonizio has a poem titled "Sonnenizio on a Line From Drayton" that plays its own paradelle game. The sonnenzio is her own invented form.

You start by taking a line from someone else’s sonnet and using it as your first line. You then repeat a word from that borrowed line in each of your succeeding 13 lines of the poem. You finish off your sonnet ala Addonizio with a rhymed couplet.

Her original sonnenzio starts like this:
Since there’s no help, come let us kiss and part;
or kiss anyway, let’s start with that, with the kissing part,
because it’s better than the parting part, isn’t it—
we’re good at kissing, we like how that part goes:
Like Collins, she has a bit of fabricated history for the form. Here's her note:
The sonnenizio was originated in Florence in the thirteenth century by Vanni Fucci as an irreverent form whose subject was usually the impossibility of everlasting love. Dante retaliated by putting Fucci into the seventh chasm of the Inferno as a thief. Originally composed in hendecasyllabics, the sonnenizio gradually moved away from metrical constraints and began to tackle a wider variety of subject matter. The sonnenizio is 14 lines long. It opens with a line from someone else’s sonnet, repeats a word from that line in each succeeding line of the poem, and closes with a rhymed couplet.

Michael Drayton

Kim started with the first line from Michael Drayton's sonnet Idea LXI  from his sonnet series. She repeats the word “part” from the first line of Drayton’s sonnet throughout her own poem. She takes things a bit deeper by also connecting with the speaker in the Drayton poem.

Drayton begins like this:
Since there’s no help, come let us kiss and part,
Nay I have done, you get no more of me;
And I am glad, yea, glad with all my heart,
That thus so cleanly I myself can free;
and Addonizio begins her sonnenizio:
Since there’s no help, come let us kiss and part;
or kiss anyway, let’s start with that, with the kissing part,
because it’s better than the parting part, isn’t it—
we’re good at kissing, we like how that part goes:
Addonizio doesn't use any sonnet rhyming pattern, so that doesn't seem to be a "requirement" of the form.

A search online will find you many other poets who have tried her form. Some have a 14 line single stanza, some 8 and 6, or 4, 4, 4, and 2.

I have been a longtime fan of Kim's often sexy poetry, and I hope Drayton would get a little aroused by her take on his sonnet.
we part our lips, our mouths get near and nearer,
then we’re close, my breasts, your chest, our bodies partway
to making love, so we might as well, part of me thinks—
the wrong part, I know, the bad part, but still
let’s pretend we’re at that party where we met
and scandalized everyone, remember that part? Hold me
In that same book with the sonnenizio, she also has poems about raising a daughter, being a poet, grief and loss, and music. Her style is always some confessional, some humor, with a soundtrack of musical references (including bluesman Robert Johnson) and a playfulness with formality.

Repetition-based forms (sestinas, paradelles, villanelles) always remind me of song lyrics - kind of earlier century 12-bar blues. She actually has a poem in that book called "This Poem Wants to Be a Rock and Roll Song So Bad."

The January writing prompt for Poets Online is to write a sonnenizio (see details on the site).

My poet friend Diane Lockward beat me to the post about Kim's article in the current issue of Poets & Writers (Jan/Feb 2009) called "First Thought, Worst Thought," which questions that Ginsberg/Zen idea that when you set out to write a poem, that first thought is the best thought.

The article is part of Kim's new book, Ordinary Genius. In Poets Online fashion, she also gives you exercises to get some poems started. (One, American Sentences, is an Allan Ginsberg invention influenced by haiku that was a post here last September.)

If you enjoy working with the sonnet form, you might be interested in 14by14. It is a quarterly online journal of fourteen contemporary sonnets per issue, by fourteen different authors, that accepts submissions.

Other Sonnenizios:

Here are some sonnets to use as a starting point:


Kim Addonizio seems to be playing several games lately. Check out the new issue of Poetry, where she has a poem titled "The First Line is the Deepest" (from Cat Stevens' song) that has the opening line "I have been one acquainted with the spatula," borrowing from Robert Frost.
I have been one acquainted with the spatula,
the slotted, scuffed, Teflon-coated spatula

that lifts a solitary hamburger from pan to plate,
acquainted with the vibrator known as the Pocket Rocket
Oh boy - what would Yusef and Robert think about that?

July 22, 2008

Open Door Poetry

Borders Books has a portion of their website devoted to Open Door Poetry. It's a project to move poetry off the page and into video and audio. The site includes Billy Collins, Paul Muldoon, Kim Addonizio, Donald Hall, Franz Wright, Jorie Graham and others reading their poems and talking about poetry

They also are sponsoring the BORDERS Open-Door Poetry Contest which will be judged by Billy Collins, former U.S. Poet Laureate.

The second Borders Open-Door Poetry Contest is open for submissions through July. The top 10 (5 adult, 5 student) poems submitted, in text or in video, will be published on their site alongside a poem by Billy Collins in an upcoming episode. Billy will also read and give feedback on the poems he selects as best. All finalists’ poems will be considered for publication in our annual “Best of” book, which will highlight the many talented poets in the Borders community.

For full information and a submission form, go to bordersmedia.com/odp/

May 8, 2008

Prose Poems: I Sing the Mundane Erotic

"Which one of us, in his moments of ambition, has not dreamed of a miracle of poetic prose, musical without rhythm and without rhyme, supple enough and rugged enough to adapt itself to the lyrical impulses of the soul, the undulations of reverie, the jibes of conscience?"
~ Charles Baudelaire


This month is not the first time we have tried the prose poem form for a prompt. An earlier prompt (back ten years ago already) also featured poems by Nin Andrews.

The prose poem, as defined in The Glossary of Poetic Terms, is a genre in the poetic spectrum between free verse and prose. It is distinguished by the poetic characteristics of rhythmic, aural, and syntactic repetition, compression of thought, sustained intensity, and patterned structure, but is set on the page in a continuous sequence of sentences as in prose, without line breaks.

I had problems accepting prose poems as poems for a long time. It was bad enough that it seemed like so many "poems" wee just prose with line breaks already that prose poems seemed to me to be a further erosion.

I think that the poem that might have changed me is "A Story About the Body" by Robert Hass which I heard him read when it was new.

The young composer, working that summer at an artist's colony, had watched her for a week. She was Japanese, a painter, almost sixty, and he thought he was in love with her. He loved her work, and her work was like the way she moved her body, used her hands, looked at him directly when she made amused or considered answers to his questions. One night, walking back from a concert, they came to her door and she turned to him and said, "I think you would like to have me. I would like that too, but I must tell you I have had a double mastectomy," and when he didn't understand, "I've lost both my breasts." the radiance that he had carried around in his belly and chest cavity--like music--withered, very quickly, and he made himself look at her when he said, "I'm sorry. I don't think I could." He walked back to his own cabin through the pines, and in the morning he found a small blue bowl on the porch outside his door. It looked to be full of rose petals, but he found when he picked it up that the rose petals were on top; the rest of the bowl - she must have swept them from the corners of her studio--was full of dead bees.


I couldn't have told you then why that was a poem and not just prose, but I knew when he read it that it was a poem. I hadn't seen it on paper, and when I finally did find a copy it did not surprise me that it was in the form of a prose poem.

The second prose poem that changed my mind about the form was "The Colonel" by Carolyn Forché. It's a poem that is often used to talk about the form and often analyzed.

What you have heard is true. I was in his house. His wife carried a tray of coffee and sugar. His daughter filed her nails, his son went out for the night. There were daily papers, pet dogs, a pistolon the cushion beside him. The moon swung bare on its black cord over the house. On the television was a cop show. It was in English. Broken bottles were embedded in the walls around the house to scoop the kneecaps from a man's legs or cut his hands to lace. On the windows there were gratings like those in liquor stores. We had dinner, rack of lamb, good wine, a gold bell was on the table for calling the maid. The maid brought green mangoes, salt, a type of bread. I was asked how I enjoyed the country. There was a brief commercial in Spanish. His wife took everything away. There was some talk of how difficult it had become to govern. The parrot said hello on the terrace. The colonel told it to shut up, and pushed himself from the table. My friend said to me with his eyes: say nothing. The colonel returned with a sack used to bring groceries home. He spilled many human ears on the table. They were like dried peach halves. There is no other way to say this. He took one of them in his hands, shook it in our faces, dropped it into a water glass. It came alive there. I am tired of fooling around he said. As for the rights of anyone, tell your people they can go fuck themselves. He swept the ears to the floor with his arm and held the last of his wine in the air. Something for your poetry, no? he said. Some of the ears on the floor caught this scrap of his voice. Some of the ears on the floor were pressed to the ground.


Most poets who work in this form agree that a prose poem should exhibit the characteristics of poetry more strongly than prose. These poems may be thematically structured like a poem, have musicality (though not rhyme) and probably more extensively use imagery, metaphor and the tools in the poet's box. The lines in these poems break where the margin breaks. Stanzas, if they occur at all, resemble paragraphs.

Even Wikipedia tries to define the form and can give you some history of its start in 19th century France.

Prose poems have their own journals - like CUE and Sentence.

On the main site, I used a poem by Kim Addonizio who has experimented in prose/poetry mixes in several books. You can read some of her erotic prose poem chapters on webdelsol.com.

Nin Andrews frequently writes in the prose poem form and "Aspirin" and "Sweet Tarts" are good examples.


Though this month's prompt is the prose poem form, we don't want you just running to your notebooks for a short story that you never finished and sending it off as a poem. So, I am lifting the prompt directly from Kim's book (with Dorianne Laux), The Poet's Companion, which contains some great writing exercises and examples.

"Brainstorm a list of some mundane activities not usually thought of a erotic - washing the dishes or car, mowing the lawn, going to the dentist. Now make a list of nouns associated with that activity. Then make a list of verbs and adjectives that you associate with sex. Stir everything together, and make the mundane activities sound positively orgasmic."

The Prose Poem: An International Journal states in its submission guidelines:

"Although we don't want to say that we can define "prose poetry," we do expect our contributors to at least know the difference between verse and prose poetry, so that they don't waste their time and postage. "

You should read some more prose poems before starting your own. The best way to define them is by example.

Try:

December 8, 2007

Update: Palm Beach Poetry Festival

I'm just back - from sunny Florida to snowy NJ. I'm sure some readers would enjoy a trip to Florida in January to hear some of our best poets read and talk about poetry.

4th Annual Palm Beach Poetry Festival
January 21-26, 2008
Old School Square Cultural Arts Center
51 N. Swinton Ave, Delray Beach, FL 33444

Workshops, Readings, Performances, Talks
Discussion and Social Events featuring:

Kim Addonizio
Roger Bonair-Agard
Claudia Emerson
Lola Haskins
Major Jackson
Thomas Lux
Marty McConnell
Campbell McGrath
Malena Morling
Sharon Olds
Spencer Reece
C.K. Williams

Tickets and information at www.palmbeachpoetryfestival.org
or at the Crest Theatre Box Office
51 North Swinton, Delray Beach
561 243-7922 ext 1

October 13, 2007

4th Annual Palm Beach Poetry Festival

Miles Coon, Founder and Director of the Palm Beach Poetry Festival, wrote to ask me if I would let you all know about their upcoming event. I've taken workshops with several of these poets (Thomas Lux at Provincetown was poetlife changing) and heard almost all of them read, and it sounds like a great event.

The 4th Annual Palm Beach Poetry Festival - January 21-26, 2008


The 2008 lineup includes Kim Addonizio, Claudia Emerson, Major Jackson, Thomas Lux, Campbell McGrath, Malena Mörling, Sharon Olds, and C.K. Williams. The event will also feature Florida poets Lola Haskins and Spencer Reece for a special reading. Roger Bonair-Agard and Marty McConnell will grace the stage for performances at the annual late-night Coffee House event.

The deadline to apply for a workshop is October 31st

This sounds very tempting - workshops with some great poets in the Florida sunshine during January (while I'll be sloshing through snow in NJ). All festival events take place at Old School Square Cultural Arts Center, a national historic site blocks from the beach Delray Beach, Florida.

ADVANCED WORKSHOPS

STEALING FIRE with Kim Addonizio
DELIGHT TO WISDOM Claudia Emerson
WORD BY WORD, LINE BY LINE with Thomas Lux
POETRY IN PROGRESS with Campbell Mcgrath
GENERATING NEW WORK with Sharon Olds
RE-CONCEIVING POEMS withC.K. Williams

INTERMEDIATE WORKSHOPS

MUSIC MAKES IT HAPPEN with Major Jackson
TRANSFORMING POEMS with Malena Mörling

In addition, participants get free admission to two craft lectures and a panel discussion by all of the faculty poets, as well as invitations to the festival gala and to participate in workshop participant readings offered free to the public.

"The Palm Beach Poetry Festival was simply one of the best, most fun, and best-run poetry conferences I've ever been to—a very high level of student writers was one special feature; to be among all those sweet people brought together in the spirit of poetry, in the miraculously soft Florida salt air, was a sweet and very satisfying experience. "—Tony Hoagland

"This was a lovely and thoughtfully worked-out event, absolutely exhilarating fo be part of. I didn't want to delay any longer in thanking you for putting on such an outstanding festival/workshop and for including me in it. To you, Miles and Mimi, and all who made it such a great success, my gratitude and my warmest congratulations."—Jane Hirshfield


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