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Test on Tuesday or Wednesday/ 5/14 or 5/15: "Hard Rock Returns to Prison from the Hospital for the Criminal Insane"; "The Idea of Ancestry"; "The Negro Speaks of Rivers"; Langston Hughes's blues poetry; "I Carry Your Heart With  Me"; "Love After Love";" Feeling Fucked Up"; "Touch Me"; passages from Beale Street.  Poems we don't cover in class will not be on the test.

There is no final exam.


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http://w.litstudies.org/E3/If%20Beale%20Street%20Could%20Talk%20by%20James%20BaldwinPart1.pdf

https://www.amazon.com/If-Beale-Street-Could-Talk/dp/0307275930/ref=sr_1_1?keywords=if+beale+street+could+talk+baldwin&qid=1551967338&s=books&sr=1-1

II. Quotes: Galway Kinnell; F. Scott Fitzgerald; James Autry; Sharon Olds; Walker Evans; William Carlos Williams

Kinnell: "Poetry is the singing of what it is to be on our planet."

Fitzgerald: "That is part of the beauty of all literature.  You discover that your longings are universal longings, that you're not lonely and isolated from anyone.  You belong."

Autrey: "Poetry gives me permission to feel."

Olds: "Poets are like steam valves where feeling can escape and be shown."

Evans: "Stare.  It is the way to educate thee ye and more.  Stare, pry, listen, eavesdrop.  Die knowing something.  You are not here long."

Williams: "Anything that a poet can effectively lift from its dull bed by force of the imagination becomes his material."

Bukowski: :Some people never go crazy. What truly horrible lives they must lead."

Quincy Troupe: "Poetry is the living language of the community."

III. Literary Terms: lines, line breaks, speaker, stanza, diction, imagery, tone, rhythm, repetition. 

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from Williams' Autobiography:

Once on a hot July day coming back exhausted from the Post Graduate Clinic, I dropped in as I sometimes did at Marsden's studio on Fifteenth Street for a talk, a little drink maybe and to see what he was doing. As I approached his number I heard a great clatter of bells and the roar of a fire engine passing the end of the street down Ninth Avenue. I turned just in time to see a golden figure 5 on a red background flash by. The impression was so sudden and forceful that I took a piece of paper out of my pocket and wrote a short poem about it. 

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