Performing Poetry Workshop with Karen De Mauro

Emily Dickinson #442:

I tie my Hat — I crease my Shawl —

Life’s little duties do — precisely —

As the very least

Were infinite — to me —

I put new Blossoms in the Glass —

And throw the old — away —

I push a petal from my Gown

That anchored there — I weigh

The time ’twill be till six o’clock

I have so much to do —

And yet — Existence — some way back —

Stopped — struck — my ticking — through —

We cannot put Ourself away

As a completed Man

Or Woman — When the Errand’s done

We came to Flesh — upon —

There may be — Miles on Miles of Nought —

Of Action — sicker far —

To simulate — is stinging work —

To cover what we are

From Science — and from Surgery —

Too Telescopic Eyes

To bear on us unshaded —

For their — sake — not for Ours —

‘Twould start them —

We — could tremble —

But since we got a Bomb —

And held it in our Bosom —

Nay — Hold it — it is calm —

Therefore — we do life’s labor —

Though life’s Reward — be done —

With scrupulous exactness —

To hold our Senses — on —

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Continue, by Maya Angelou

My wish for you
Is that you continue

Continue

To be who and how you are
To astonish a mean world
With your acts of kindness

Continue

To allow humor to lighten the burden
Of your tender heart

Continue

In a society dark with cruelty
To let the people hear the grandeur
Of God in the peals of your laughter

Continue

To let your eloquence
Elevate the people to heights
They had only imagined

Continue

To remind the people that
Each is as good as the other
And that no one is beneath
Nor above you

Continue

To remember your own young years
And look with favor upon the lost
And the least and the lonely

Continue

To put the mantle of your protection
Around the bodies of
The young and defenseless

Continue

To take the hand of the despised
And diseased and walk proudly with them
In the high street
Some might see you and
Be encouraged to do likewise

Continue

To plant a public kiss of concern
On the cheek of the sick
And the aged and infirm
And count that as a
Natural action to be expected

Continue

To let gratitude be the pillow
Upon which you kneel to
Say your nightly prayer
And let faith be the bridge
You build to overcome evil
And welcome good

Continue

To ignore no vision
Which comes to enlarge your range
And increase your spirit

Continue

To dare to love deeply
And risk everything
For the good thing

Continue

To float
Happily in the sea of infinite substance
Which set aside riches for you
Before you had a name

Continue

And by doing so
You and your work
Will be able to continue
Eternally

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Emily Dickinson: Three Poems

1052

I never saw a moor —
I never saw the sea —
Yet know I how the heather looks
And what a billow be

I never spoke with God,
Nor visited in heaven —
Yet certain am I of the spot
As if the checks were given –

1263

There is no Frigate like a Book
To take us Lands away
Nor any Coursers like a Page
Of prancing Poetry—
This Traverse may the poorest take
Without opress of Toll—
How frugal is the Chariot
That bears the Human soul

1585

The Bird her punctual music brings
And lays it in its place —
Its place is in the Human Heart
And in the Heavenly Grace —
What respite from her thrilling toil
Did Beauty ever take —
But Work might be electric Rest
To those that Magic make —

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God’s Grandeur, by Gerard Manley Hopkins

The world is charged with the grandeur of God.

It will flame out, like shining from shook foil;

It gathers to a greatness, like the ooze of oil

Crushed. Why do men then now not reck his rod?

Generations have trod, have trod, have trod;

And all is seared with trade; bleared, smeared with toil;

And wears man’s smudge and shares man’s smell: the soil

Is bare now, nor can foot feel, being shod.

And for all this, nature is never spent;

There lives the dearest freshness deep down things;

And though the last lights off the black West went

Oh, morning, at the brown brink eastward, springs —

Because the Holy Ghost over the bent

World broods with warm breast and with ah! bright wings.

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How Will This Pandemic Affect Poetry?, by Julia Alvarez

Will the lines be six feet apart?
Will these hexameters be heroic like Homer’s?
(Will) (each) (word) (have) (to) (be) (masked) (?)
Will there be poetry insecurity?
Will there be enough poetry to go around?
Will poems be our preferred form of travel?
Will we undertake odysseys searching for Ithacas inside us?
Will poetry go viral?
Will its dis/ease infect us?
Will it help build up antibodies against indifference?
Will poems be the only safe spaces where we can gather together:

enter their immense silences,
see snakes slithering inside sestinas,
listen to nightingales singing on the boughs of odes— hark! a lark in the terza rima,
a hawk in a haiku?

What if only poetry will see us through?
What if this poem is the vaccine already working inside you?

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Walt Whitman Bathing, by David Wagoner
After his stroke, he would walk into the woods
On sunny days and take off all his clothes
Slowly, one plain shoe
And one plain sock at a time, his good right hand
As gentle as mother’s, and bathe himself
In a pond while murmuring
And singing quietly, splashing awhile
And dabbling at his easy, white hair and beard
Afloat and still streaming
Down his white chest when he came wading ashore
Naked and quivering. Then he would pace
In circles, sometimes dancing
A few light steps, his right leg leading the way
Unsteadily but considerately for the left
As if with an awkward partner.
He seemed as oblivious to passersby
As he was to his bare body, which was no longer
A nursery for metaphors
Or a banquet hall for figures of self-praise
But a bedroom or a modest bed in that bedroom
Or the covers on that bed
In need of airing out in the sunlight.
He would sit down on the bank and stare at the water
For an hour as if expecting
Something to emerge, some new reflection
In place of the old. Meanwhile, he would examine
The postures of wildflowers,
The workings of small leaves, holding them close
To his pale eyes while mumbling inaudibly.
He would dress then, helping
His left side with his right as patiently
As he might have dressed the wounded or the dead,
And would lead himself toward home like a dear companion.
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AN ANNOTATED BIBLIOGRAPHY AND RESOURCE LIST: “PERFORMING POETRY”


The Walt Whitman Birthplace

July 9, 2019

Facilitated by Karen De Mauro

With Poet Wayne Mennecke

karendemaurotac@gmail.com

www.poetryoutloud.org

An important resource for technical concerns and presentation skills on a rudimentary level.  Because the site is intended for high school contestants, rather than professional poets, some of the information does not apply to performing your own (or others’) work in public forums.  But the samples of (some of the) actors reading poetry, and the info in the ”Poems and Performance” section provide a useful reference base from which to make your own decisions about how you want to present.

https://billmoyers.com/series/the-power-of-the-word/

One of the best series ever created about living the life of poetry, with interviews, readings, and performances from many notable poets.

https://onbeing.org/

Krista Tippett frequently interviews poets, (Mary Oliver, Marie Howe, and dozens more) in her NPR Broadcasts.  Just go on to the “On Being “ website and search “Episodes” for conversations with poets. (Type in the poet’s name to find an auditory podcast and/or transcript.)

https://www.poetshouse.org

Poets House is a treasure trove of poetry, from first editions to collections, biographies, journals, letters, and good workshops and events.  Located at 10 River Terrace, New York, NY 10282;

Phone: (212) 431-7920, it is well worth a day’s field trip to use their free library in its beautiful location on the Hudson River

https://www.pbs.org/video/leaves-of-grass-by-walt-whitman-opzqmh/

The “Poetry In America” series that airs on PBS, hosted by Elisa New is an excellent series of interviews with poets, civic leaders, students, and teachers. Each episode examines one poem by the featured poet, examines craft and content issues, and is accompanied by beautiful graphics and sound.

Jane Hirshfield, “Ten Windows: How Great Poems Transform the World”, (New York: Alfred A. Knopf), 2017.  See also Hirshfield’s “Nine Gates”.  Hirshfeld is a wonderful presenter of her own work, (At The Geraldine R. Dodge Poetry Festival), a gracious host and introducer of other poets’ work, and a fine analyzer of what makes poems resonate.

David Hinton, “The Wilds of Poetry: Adventure in Mind and Landscape”, (Boulder: Shambhala),

  1. David’s distinctly Eastern approach presents an intriguing way to be present in words and in stillness in public

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