and pedestrians’ eyes bricked over
with the everyday, no one sees
stars or five-year olds
piercing fifteen stories of weak atmosphere
before there is blacktop.” —‘Boy Dies Falling’ - Kyle Dargan, Bouquet of Hungers
If my name is written Jacob Sam-La Rose, why do some people insist on calling me Sam? I mean, it’s really not that confusing, is it?
Poetry Workshops, Briggs Seekins, 2001.
While I don’t agree with everything said here (particularly the last sentence), it’s a good reminder of the possible issues within the workshop environment. I think a good leader and some clear guidelines for feedback can help to guard against problems…
- Bennington College student. Got me thinking…