Two poetry workshops: A matter of life and death

How’s this for two linked poetry workshops. They’ll suit any level of writer, at any stage of your writing practice.

It’s the end of winter. Spring is coming. Easter is coming. It’s been a long cold winter (a phrase that comes into my head with a tune, which I belatedly realise is the tune whose words are normally, ‘It’s gonna be a cold, lonely summer…’) – we have experienced blackness, and for now we are still in the cold. But what hppens when you reach the limits of what you can imagine? What’s past that door?

On Saturday March 3rd, a workshop from 11-4.30 on Death. We look at different poems and symbolism around death, and how it manifests itself in modern daily life. Is the end of winter a death? Is the end of the economy a death? What about ghosts? What about depression? What about the slush that’s still on the pavement, as I write this? Can death be funny? Poets have been asking all these questions for as long as there’s been poetry. Reading, discussing, and a visual ideas slideshow like I did at Christmas. Writing, sharing, discussing.

'There must be more to life than this, Henry'

Then on Saturday March 31st, a workshop from 11-4.30 on Rebirth. We look at poems and pictures and shake off the slush to look around us at the shoots of the future springing up around us – the rebirth that can only be understood through the death of what went before? The beginning of a glorious summer? Green shoots of ambition? Babies?  New jobs? Spring weddings? What about dreams? What about the new beginning you never wanted? What IS rebirth, how can we experience it, grasp it, write it? We’ll write and read and talk, look at another slideshow, and probably eat some chocolate eggs…

'But he who kisses the joy as it flies/ lives in eternity's sun rise...'

And I promise you will go home with new ideas and some poems in your notebook.

And because of the linked nature of these two workshops, I’m thinking of a way of incorporating that link into the sessions, so that students can explore the link in the work we generate. Maybe in the form of homework in between, or even a little website or a private blog… To be confirmed!

 

{ 8 comments }

Simon R. Gladdish February 9, 2012 at 1:29 pm

Dear Katy

I think that my favourite quote about death is Woody Allen’s. ‘I’m not afraid of death. I just don’t want to be around when it happens!’ Or Einstein’s, ‘Death is an old debt that has to be repaid.’ The Death card in the Tarot pack also signifies radical change and rebirth.

Best wishes from Simon

Mazhar February 22, 2012 at 9:20 pm

These are loelvy, and I’ve never read anything by Hirschfield judging from your post and some of the comments, she’s a writer, poet and translator definitely someone I will have to check out.

Simon R. Gladdish February 14, 2012 at 11:05 am

Dear Katy

Roses are red,
Violets are blue
And I can’t come up with
Anything new.

Roses are red,
Violets are blue.
Do I still love you?
Of course I do!

With love from a secretive admirer

Shelley February 14, 2012 at 6:47 pm

If you haven’t reread Thurber’s stories in awhile, you’ll find that they’re much better than people think.

Ms Baroque February 15, 2012 at 10:42 pm

Shelley, do people not think they’re very good?? You’ll never hear that in this house!

Rehan February 21, 2012 at 4:13 am

All literature is about death of a kind, as is life.

Catherine Smith February 22, 2012 at 4:29 pm

Hello Katy, where are the workshops? Sorry if I’ve been uber-dim and missed this info. Too much staring at screens today, eyes wonky.
Love Catherine x

Carmen February 22, 2012 at 8:40 pm

Robin, Can you give an eaxmple of a poem that is unquestionably experimental / avant garde, and that succeeds for you? (I liked the Nemerov poem, but I wouldn’t call it avant garde.)

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