The Center for Literary Arts at San Jose University (SJU) hosted Legacy of Poetry Day at the Hammer Theatre on Thursday. The event started off with music and presentations of theater and folkloric from SJU, followed by readings from poet laureates from around California, culminating in a reading by U.S. poet laureate Juan Felipe Herrera.
Herrera read some amazing pieces, including at one point a poem about laundry written on the back of an actual laundry bag. He has a generosity of spirit that’s really wonderful. Following the readings, he did a series of signings and for each one, he sat the person down next to them and spoke for a short moment about poetry while he signed.
Alejandro MurguÃa, the San Francisco poet laureate emeritus, was equally amazing during his reading in which he played off the other poets and performances from the evening â€” having either come up with the words on the spot or just before going out on stage. It was one of those performances that socks you in the chest because it was that good.
I was also blown away by the work of Arlene Biala, poet laureate of Santa Clara County, who read a deeply moving poem.
What Iâ€™m Reading
Apparently, I missed out on a thing called Anne of Green Gables as a child. So here I am reading it and I’m almost done and it’s fairly lovely in a wistful, hopeful way.
Still working onÂ In Other Worlds: SF and the Human Imagination by Margaret Atwood.Â In the second section, she’s included portions of past essays that analyze SF books and worlds. Some of it’s interesting, some of it’s a repeat of what she’s already discussed.
What Iâ€™mÂ Writing
All those thirty poems I wrote during April? Well, now they need editing. A few are almost ready to go. Others need a lot of overhaul. So, I’m starting in.Â I’m finding myself being super critical of them, even hating some. Mostly, I am just trying not to despair, because sitting around wailing isn’t at all productive.
But that’s all kinda part of the process.
In a similar theme, I speed-wrote the draft of a new poem this week, while my mom was sitting near by. She asked me to read it aloud, so I did. It was too soon. The poem was too rough, resembled nothing of what it had been in my head, fell flat across the polite silence of the room. I should have waited to share it, held on to it and waited to share it when the timing was right as I usually do. No one said anything. The conversation moved politely away from the scope of poetry without commentary. I quietly despaired.
That’s kinda part of the process, too.
Goals for the Week:
- Continue editing the 30/30 poetry collection.
- Submit a set of poems for publication
Mallory Ortberg on Publishing, Weight, and Writers Who Are “Hard To Look At”
“I was an escapist. That was what, finally although implicitly, he was accusing me of. For a long time I felt vaguely ashamed of being an escapist. But recently I have decided to reclaim the word,” writes Theodora Goss in her lovely piece, Writing My Mother’s Ghosts.
Sonya Vatomsky on The Gendered Experience of Fear & Better Living Through Horror Movies:
“Iâ€™ve been watching a lot of horror movies after my assault.
This surprises people, women in particular â€” horror as a genre is so overrun with male fears and fantasies that itâ€™s almost impossible to separate the human desire to feel fear in a safe, contained environment from allyship with the male fear narrative. They are conflated. Empirically, depending on how broad the range of movies you watch, they can be identical. Because in the same way that a nearly all-male literary canon shapes our personal narratives, male identity also shapes our fears and our perceptions of what should be feared.”
In her pieceÂ On Robots as a Metaphor for Marginalization: The Stories Weâ€™re Not Telling,Â Maddy Myers writes, “Much like how the mutants in X-Men serve as a catch-all metaphor for various forms of marginalization, so too do robots end up in that role. They most often serve this purpose in the stories that have a robot in a starring role; a story that is about a robot will generally also be a metaphor for oppression.”