About the site: This blog started as a place to house poems, favorites and original poems. Towards the end of ModPo 1, I added a blogroll of blogs showcasing poetic works by ModPo students and friends. Now, at the end of ModPo 2, we continue this tradition. We hope it provides a useful place for repose, reflection and reading. Hope you enjoy your visit here and look forward to seeing you again. New poems, links and blogs are constantly being added and updated.
An evangelist spoke to our class today. Liked my questions and offered me a job. Told him my last job was in a bureaucracy with a corrupt hard drive and a virus-laden operating system. He wrote that down in his note pad. It’s all poetry, I told him. Didn’t know he was also a poet!
June 22, 2014
21 years in a lockup, black passport cancelled, holes punched in the cover: I never felt bound by its darkness, nor constricted by its strait jacket, but always freed, liberated, emancipated by the song of curiosity in my soul. Let us not disdain the leaders of the instruction manual factory – Jesus said feed all the sheep – but don’t forget that among them are whores who will turn a trick at the drop of a dime, and pimps who’ll sell their own mothers if the price is right.
I was one of the 30,000 students enrolled in ModPo, Modern and Contemporary American Poetry, via Coursera, hosted at Penn. I am a living witness that there is human interaction in a large MOOC course, and there is one-on-one contact and individual attention between the student and the instructor and staff.
In ModPo, it was not unusual for Prof. Filreis to plug himself into a discussion group or even to send a personal e-mail to students in far-flung locations. Many can attest to that, and to the fact that it seemed that Prof Filreis never slept during the course! He was everywhere and in everybody’s conversations and discussions. Additionally, his seven teaching assistants were equally engaged with students via the discussion groups. And in the second year, he designated 25 community TA’s, in the US, in the UK, in India, in France, and in Phillippines, (and others) and they multiplied the interaction effect.
In weekly live webcasts, many of us met up in Philadelphia (a small contingent always travelled up by MegaBus (cheap tickets)) for face-to-face discussions.
In DC, we formed a weekly meet-up at a local bookshop for additional face-to-face discussions.
So you see, there was lots of individual attention for those who sought it out, as well as for those sought out by the instructor and his staff. But you have to do the work, both students and the instructor and staff. Doing the work is what makes the difference, not the structure or the size of the classroom.
MOdPo'er Lowell Murphree is donating proceeds from the sale of his book of poems, Bindings, to ModPo'er Jamie Givens health fund. Please buy the book and please donate to the cause, because ModPo is not just a poetry class, it is a movement.
Ok ModPo, THIS is it!
BINDINGS by Lowell Murphree is now published and let loose on the world!
Here is a FREE pdf for all our wonderful community to enjoy! Lowell and Jeremy will not take any financial reward from this enterprise, all we ask is that if you like the book you will make a donation to Jamie's health fund – let's see what a difference poetry can make!
Our dear friend, Jamie Givens, is on a two year journey to wellness after being ...diagnosed with inflammatory breast cancer this year. The sole owner of a licensed massage therapy practice, Jamie hasn't been able to work since October 29, 2013 due to the cancer and treatment. Covering daily expense...See More
BINDINGS by Lowell Murphree
The book can now be downloaded at Dropbox, here is the address.
Please share it with any of your friends outside this group who may enjoy Lowell's work. Poetry has raised nearly $100 for Jamie's health fund, and it would be fantastic if we can generate more interest and more donations
Tomorrow is the first day of NaPoWrimo. I hope you are feeling excited and inspired.
Today’s poetry resource is the Big Poetry Giveaway. Now in its fifth year, the Giveaway celebrates National Poetry Month by giving participants the opportunity to get books of poetry, for free!
I know that by the time I post the first “official” prompt, it will already have been April 1 for a while in some parts of the world, so here is an extra little prompt (totally optional — as all our prompts are) for those of you who are experiencing NaPoWriMo earlier than me.
The prompt for all you early birds is an ekphrastic poem – a poem inspired by or about a work of art. There’s no rules on the form for an ekphrastic poem, so you could write a sonnet or a haiku or free verse. Some well-known ekphrastic poems include Rilke’s Archaic Torso of Apollo and Keats’ Ode on a Grecian Urn. But ekphrastic poetry is alive and well today, too, as your efforts today will reflect.
NaPoWriMo begins in only two more days. You can follow along with the prompts here, but also via twitter and on Facebook – check out @napowrimo2014, and the NaPoWriMo facebook page. Here are two NaPoWriMo blog buttons, for those that are interested:
Continuing with our pre-April review of poetry resources, today I’d like to draw your attention to some of the many poetry-related podcasts out there. The Poetry Foundation has a whole page devoted to audio/podcasts. You can download recordings of readings, discussions between poets, and lectures on poetry. Another great resource is PennSound, where you’ll find many recordings of readings, interviews, and more.
"...My hope is that the great poets that have existed in America will find their voice in a collective way and that we will be able to rescue all of the lost and the obscure, the willfully hidden poets in Poetry....the powers that be hide that literature which speaks against their rule, and they have done that since the beginning of time, and they will do that as long as they can, they will do that until, finally, we are in charge, the people are in charge of what needs to be published..."
new books arrived in the laundry room (my wife lets me do laundry more often since I retired) German novels, African American history, Native American languages, British plays - I thumb through all the new additions, while the whites wash and the colors dry. An eclectic collection, well kept (I can tell) and carefully read by a conscientious reader, perhaps a tenant, now departed, her books abandoned, left behind to testify on her (or his) behalf. And launderers like me now benefit from such largesse. I thumb through them all, and wonder will my volumes end up here.
Still and All Still and all, if you ask in that way, I might reply – “peace.” Although the wind would likely disagree and would be Pressed to bring the gushing creek to share the thought Among our loose wrapped memories are few With ribbons tied -- No disappointment showing The fireplace chafes at Keeping all that pent up sun between the blackened dogs And calmly turning twisted pine unto soot Something’s wild and vengeful In your eyes – something like to hate that Shakes the earth and strips the forest bare Tornados, hurricanes, wars and derision, Let these come Christmas Eve. We’ll find some virtue in combatting Joy in gritting our bared gnashing teeth It’s when becalmed our canyons start to gape Our wolves are still, I Know my insides come unzipped It’s then I cannot stand or understand The shepherd or the sheep But longing (though I wish it weren’t so) And thoroughly betrayed by -- Love.