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In-class essay on 3/25-3/26 (Monday-Tuesday).

"Words" assignment due Thursday, 3/28.

 (Get this novel: If Beale Street Could Talk, by James Baldwin.: Read up to the break in the page on page 90. The section ends with this sentence: "And that was going to turn out to be a trip and a half." The page number refers to the edition below. (There is another edition available with a different pagination.) The library has copies of this book.  This assignment is due the week of 4/1.  There will be a reading test.


Test on Wednesday, 3/13.  Know the poems and quotes and terms, etc., below.

I. Poems: "The Red Wheelbarrow"; "This Is Just to Say"; "The Great Figure" (see excerpt from Williams' biography below); "Danse Russe"; "The Last Words of My English Grandmother"; "Sylvester's Dying Bed"; "Highlights and Interstices"; "Michiko Dead," "Watering the Horse," Traveling Through the Dark," etc.

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. 


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.