In which Emma does some heavy thinking and then shows some pictures. Continue reading »
Category Archives: 8th graders
I’m Worst at What I Do Best and for This Gift I Feel Blessed
In which Emma eats some angstcakes. Continue reading »
We’ll tak a cup o’kindness yet …
In which Emma looks forward to change and changes the way she thinks about new year’s resolutions. Continue reading »
Brief Updating, Good News, and Emma’s Whereabouts (Or Something Whereabout There)
In which Emma shares some Very Good News and a photograph of her teenage self wearing far too much lipstick. Continue reading »
The Art of Writing Extravaganza!
My co-teacher, the lovely and talented Whitney Reed, sent me these photographs today, which reminded me of something truly terrible — I have yet to post about the Sharing the Spotlight reading, the culminating event of the Art of Writing Program Whitney and I taught this spring! The program, incidentally, was made possible by grants … Continue reading »
“It’s All I Have to Bring Today.”
This, and my heart besides, and these brief updates: Brief Update The First: Regular visitors to the blog will know that I do not often post photographs, especially if they happen to include myself. But, if I’ve been photographed with my Ultimate Poetry Hero and Idol, surely this is means for an exception! Okay, so, … Continue reading »
Ride the Snake, Ride the Snake
To NaPoWriMo, or not to NaPoWriMo? Much of my time in the last few weeks has been spent in queasy contemplation of this question. Every few hours, I felt the familiar vise of fear and terror and joyous expectation that accompanies any contemplation of a plan to dedicate myself to writing a poem a day … Continue reading »
Will you speak before I am gone? will you prove already too late?
When reading Whitman and Dickinson, it seems, the one unavoidable topic is loneliness. This is, of course, self-evident in Dickinson. It isn’t as obvious in Whitman, but the more that I read Song of Myself, the more I see loneliness, and the desperation it causes. The whole of the poem seems to be a frenzy … Continue reading »
“What will you say tonight, poor solitary soul?”
(Having just taught Baudelaire on Thursday, I had to give this a title from Fleurs du mal. Though his work is often gruesome and certainly not the kind of thing you want to put in a Valentine’s day card, I’ve always loved Baudelaire, and continue to love him more each time I read/teach him.) Apologies … Continue reading »
Spandex House
I am worn out after a long day, which included a brief guest-teaching-stint (on The Revenger’s Tragedy, which I had never read, but which is, as it turns out, officially the Foulest and Most Violent Play Ever Written EVER, oh dear goodness). And the day is still not finished, as I must finalize my plans … Continue reading »