THIS BLOG IS NO LONGER OPERATIONAL. PLEASE ENJOY WHAT IS HERE, AND DO LEAVE A COMMENT IF YOU WISH. NORTH CAROLINA'S NEW POET LAUREATE IS CATHY SMITH BOWERS. SHE WILL SOON HAVE HER OWN WEBSITE THROUGH THE NORTH CAROLINA ARTS COUNCIL SITE. I WILL BE SHIFTING MY ATTENTION TO HERE, WHERE I AM, (SEE SIDEBAR)USING IT TO DRAW ATTENTION TO WRITERS WHOSE WORK DESERVES ATTENTION. I INVITE YOU TO VISIT ME THERE. For a video of the installation ceremony, please go to http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=0xAk6fOzaNE.
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Monday, March 2, 2009
Cowboy Boots at NCCAT!
(Just look at that toe on these red boots? I want a pair, and who cares about blisters! )
As part of my "spiel" for last week's seminar at the NC Center for the Advancement of Teaching was a suggestion for using the renga, a collaborative poetry form, in the classroom. Why not try it now, I enthused, even though we didn't have much time left. Each of us began with 3 lines, passed our paper to the left, so that the person next to us could add 2 lines based on ours, and so forth--3-2-3-2. Of course we didn't have enough time to finish. Here is how the renga I began ended up when we had to break for lunch. (I'd just been telling them about wearing cowboy boots to a gathering of k-4 students at Iron Station Elementary a few years back.) You may go my posts on the renga and how to use it in the classroom--just scroll down the list of posts till you find them.
Cowboy boots rubbed blisters ripe as plums on my feet
and by damn did I walk funny for days afterward
dog caught me weak dragged me down where the neighbor took a peek
no, not peeking just looking making medicine from weeds healing the heels
why won't new boots come broken in or come with a blister discount coupon of 20 % off
why don't cowboy boots open up the wild west where we can roam free as our imaginations let us? ***********************
I won't identify the teachers or writers who added their lines to this brilliant poem; the beginning and end are mine, for which I take full responsibility!
I've lived in the Blue Ridge Mountains of North Carolina since 1968, though I'm a native of SW Georgia. My paternal grandmother was born in the Blue Ridge, and I grew up wanting to live here. Where I am.
I've published five collections of poetry, the most recent 4 being with LSU Press, and have published poetry in magazines ranging from The Atlantic Monthly to Appalachian Heritage. But I also hike, bang pots and pans around in my kitchen, and love several dogs who leave fur all over my carpets. I write poetry because it's my way of singing back to the world both within and without.