2 posts tagged “poetry”
i am taking a saturday class this quarter. most people would think that was a pain in the ass, however. i absolutely love that class. lidia yuknavitch, the professor, is the best teacher i've encountered at uwb. which is actually sad, considering she only teaches part-time-ish (one class a quarter, as far as i am aware). this particular class is prose. but we aren't being asked to read the same old "classic" stuff and analyze it and write an essay. oh dear g-d no. we read things like the jiri chronicles (which utilizes the systems theory, analyzes gender and patriarchy and is written by a devilish, gorgeous woman named debra di blasi). we read beauty is convulsive - a book about frida kahlo - and i book-gasmed. i love frida. i love her work. and the way this was written reminded me so much of winterson. and if i could steal any writer's abilities, it would be hers (though i could just, you know, steal her).
for class: we read a book a week. we blog about it on wordpress (thank you for ditching blackboard on this one. i fucking hate blackboard). and we do a writing assignment. and i like it because it isn't asking you to write about a specific childhood experience that really impacted your life. or to close your eyes and picture a "place that evokes _______ emotion." the assignments tie into the books, and the books are out there, so of course, the assignments are as well...
we ended up being invited to apply to the writer's edge workshop, the thing i talked to lance about, and i actually would like to go. i miss creative retreats and it won't be your average writer's workshop, i don't think. it's gonna cost a bit, but if i can find a worthy piece for submission, i think i am on board for that.
Lūgēte, ō Venerēs Cupīdinēsque,
et quantum est hominum venustiōrum:
passer mortuus est meae puellae,
passer, dēliciae meae puellae,
quem plūs illa oculīs suīs amābat
nam mellītus erat suamque
ipsam tam bene quam puella mātrem,
nec sēsē ā gremiō illius movēbat,
sed circumsiliēns modo hūc modo illūc
ad solam dominam usque pīpiābat
quī nunc it per iter tenebricōsum
illūc, unde negant redīre quemquam.
at vōbīs male sit, malae tenebrae
Orcī, quae omnia bella dēvorātis:
tam bellum mihi passerem abstulistis
Ō factum male! Iō miselle passer!
tuā nunc operā meae puellae
flendō turgidulī rubent ocellī.