Turns out, I had nothing to worry about. Andrew & Daniel (whom everyone here calls “Danny”) played well off of each other. They even disagreed: I really appreciated that. Too often, workshops wind up constructing a kind of monolithic ur-poem, the poem that the entire class is trying to write. In this Sewanee workshop, however, disagreements over aesthetics & wording led to fruitful conversation. I actually like to see a couple of intelligent critics disagree about poetry: those conversations lead to some real talk about the way a poem makes meaning. The entire class discussion went well, too. I learned a lot, though I think I may have talked too much. I have a tendency toward verbosity when I’m feeling nervous.
Earlier in the day, I attended a craft lecture by Andrew; he spoke on James Agee’s poems & Agee’s poetics & aesthetics. I quite enjoyed the lecture. I spent the afternoon the workshop. Later, I wandered about campus, vainly in search of a cocktail party that was supposed to be BYOB. Well, I BMyOB, but I couldn’t find the party. So, I wound up drinking wine with a delightful couple & a really cool fellow named Dain.
After dinner, Charles Martin read. What a craftsman! I enjoyed his work, & he was a fine reader with a strong, measured, even voice. He knew when to pause & when to speed up. He knew how to read to an audience. Afterward, I meandered around campus for a bit & wound up back at my dorm. I read some more of William Gay’s Twilight; if you haven’t read this guy’s work, I urge you—read his work soon. Apparently, he was here at Sewanee several years ago.
Now, I’m off to critique poems for tomorrow’s workshop. Today’s been laid back; I’ve been hanging out in the dorm, doing laundry, & reading. Here are a few pics I took here around campus:








3 comments:
Hi Jeff. Nice photos. IMO you did not talk too much. Illuminating comments all.
I too loved having disagreement among the two teachers and all the students. Makes for a more interesting discussion, and leaves the "answers" where they belong--in a mysterious place only the poet can maneuver for him/herself.
Hi Donna, thanks for stopping by. I really enjoyed talking to you this morning.
I'll about to head to lunch; hope ot see you there.
Hey babe! The campus is beautiful and so is the "dorm" (as if you can really call it that!) Dorms are supposed to be made of cinderblock and painted a very institutional beige. That place rocks! :-) Love and miss you.
Heather (and Ben...but he's sleeping now so he did not have any messages for you) :-)
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