Here is the plan for today:
1. We are going to start class by workshopping our sesitnas.
2. Hand in poems.
3. Poem of the Week
4. Submission guidelines for Sokol and Gannon (both are mandatory.)
Sokol Info
http://www3.libraryweb.org/uploadedFiles/MCLS/Central/Friends/sokol2014.pdf
Gannon Info
http://ww4.gannon.edu/departmental/english/poetry.asp
5. Chapbook/Portfolio guidelines if time allows.
Poem of the Week
The Heart Is Oil
by Robert Bringhurst
nineteenth dynasty)
If a man should dream and should see himself dreaming
a dream, seeing himself in a mirror
seeing that the heart is oil riding
the blood like an eyelid toward which he is moving,
his bones like a boat and his gut strung up
for a sail in the wind of his breathing,
If a man see himself in a dream seeing his face in a mirror, beware: it means another wife.
—Papyrus Chester Beatty III, British Museum (Thebes,nineteenth dynasty)
If a man should dream and should see himself dreaming
a dream, seeing himself in a mirror
seeing that the heart is oil riding
the blood like an eyelid toward which he is moving,
his bones like a boat and his gut strung up
for a sail in the wind of his breathing,
if this is his eye in the mirror seeing
his eye in the dream seeing himself
in a mirror seeing his eye seeing
himself in a dream in a mirror, his face
reflected in oil that ruffles from time
to time in the wind of his breathing,
the mirror will flow and the heart will set
like glass in the frame of his bones on the wall
of his breathing, his blood thin as paper and silver,
reflecting his face in his heart in a mirror
in a dream where he sees himself seeing
himself in a mirror seeing
that the bones will float and the heart will shatter,
his bones in his throat and his gut stretched tight
as a sail in the wind of his breathing, his blood
full of broken glass and his face like torn paper
seeing himself in the mirror of his heart
that scatters like oil in the mirror of his breathing.
his eye in the dream seeing himself
in a mirror seeing his eye seeing
himself in a dream in a mirror, his face
reflected in oil that ruffles from time
to time in the wind of his breathing,
the mirror will flow and the heart will set
like glass in the frame of his bones on the wall
of his breathing, his blood thin as paper and silver,
reflecting his face in his heart in a mirror
in a dream where he sees himself seeing
himself in a mirror seeing
that the bones will float and the heart will shatter,
his bones in his throat and his gut stretched tight
as a sail in the wind of his breathing, his blood
full of broken glass and his face like torn paper
seeing himself in the mirror of his heart
that scatters like oil in the mirror of his breathing.
From Selected Poems (Copper Canyon Press, 2012).
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