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“If you persist in preventing me from reading poetry I am going to turn you into a flat-headed serpent.” – Antonin Artaud
We were warned at the beginning of this camp of 12 foot drops. Well, we fell in anyway, at least metaphorically. And now we’re crawling out of the pit, in the words of Jennifer Michael Hecht, “seriously rearranged.”
Students, when given the choice between death and Mumba, you know now which one to pick. Oh, the mumbacity of it all! Safe travels home …
“I discovered that rejections are not altogether a bad thing. They teach a writer to rely on his own judgment and to say in his heart of hearts, ‘To hell with you.’” – Writer Saul Bellow
Today the creative writing class visited Copper Canyon Press, one of the premier poetry publishers in the country. And lucky for us, the press was just steps away from our classroom door.
There we met Joseph Bednarik, who gave us an overview of how the press selects books and the creative transformation from manuscript to bookstore inhabitant, complete with cover art, the perfectly selected typeface, and flawless copy.
The press publishes on average 18 books a year. Yearly, about 2,500 to 3,000 poetry books are published in the United States, Joseph explained. The students were able to take a look at a manuscript in process with editorial notes between the poet and copy editor as they collectively shape the book into its final form.
The students walked away with souvenir buttons – the press’s logo that combines the Chinese characters “word” and “temple.” Also, they left with copies of the press’ catalogue, essentially an anthology that includes poems from the fifty most recent titles.
Perhaps this situation is best addressed by another poem, written by fellow YAP writer Emma C.:
Chalk art.
Art one moment,
Mud the next.
Little Timmy running around.
Brown stuff on hands—
poop or chocolate?
~ Jenomi
My breath stains the glass
as I look upon the cold
tormenting the land.
~ Madison
The wind is rushing,
water spraying my face.
The race is on.
~ Sarah
I eat my Cheezits.
Are they naturally orange?
Eat them anyway.
~ Logan
Year after year
thicker lenses. Still
can’t see where I’m going.
~ Stephanie
This is not an exit.
Where does the door lead?
Do you dare try?
~ Heather
I read a book.
Didn’t like it,
gave it away.
~ Jenomi
DO NOT CROSS IT OUT.
Don’t think – Don’t get logical.
Hit the jugular.
~ Logan
Black dog in pursuit.
White gravestones flash by
as it
hunts the ball once more.
~ Simone
Silence does
what silence does,
but how will we ever tell?
~ Emma
A sweet dog
spinning ‘round and ‘round
never tiring.
~ Sarah
Ballet slippers
held in her hand –
what next?
~ Emma
He watches Supersize Me.
Goes out to eat.
Gets a supersize meal.
~ Jenomi
Here is the toad by the lake.
Here is the toad by the lake that eats the fly
and swims away.
~ Heather
Voices fill the stage!
My peers sing many praises
while I check my watch.
~ Emma C-M
It is a war of will.
Horse stubborn and strong vs. me,
and I will win.
~ Heather
We scribble with intent
in collaborative fantasy;
Morgan is an orc.
~ Emma C-M
That old swing set there
What do you mean, it’s broken?
It can fly through space.
~ Simone
It’s summer solstice.
There is food on the table
and in his teeth.
~ Raven
I asked the students to think of a book they read recently and boil the experience down to one word. Here's what the class said motivated them to read: