What is Ten in Ten? This year, TEN members of the MFA in Creative Writing faculty are bringing books, plays, and productions into the world. You can catch three of them at Elliott Bay Book Company in Seattle, Washington, along
My purpose for reading literature critically rests on two sloping planes. On the first plane is pleasure—experiencing the epiphany of understanding, a resolution to my inquiring mind. In other words, the Aha! moment. It’s the immediate gratification of critical thinking, which may be a purpose in of itself. However, beneath that first pleasurable plane, for me, is the second, more self-reflective plane.
A writer’s most valuable tools are not the pen or keyboard but rather her ability to listen, to pay attention to things, and to know the right questions to ask.
“It all just feels so… personal.”
N is a new student of mine, one who has worked in the theater industry for years, but never written a play before. He called me before our first week of class, and I could tell he was feeling intimidated by the process of playwriting. We discussed some exercises he could do and some of his favorite plays and playwrights, and I think I assuaged the majority of his concerns. His one lingering reservation:
“It’s just so personal.”
Welcome to a table piled with a potluck of literature. If you think about it, all writers and readers are connected by our own ancient internet of literature.
The NYC book launch for Goddard MFA faculty member Douglas A. Martin‘s new book Acker, will be held on Monday, November 20, 7pm, at Callicoon Fine Arts, 49 Delancey Street. The event will include readings by Wayne Koestenbaum, Dorothea Lasky, Douglas A. Martin, and Darcey
A college professor of mine, the indomitable Beth McCoy at Geneseo, liked to use the word “unpack.”
“Unpack that statement for us,” she’d say in class, meaning, Give us the meat. Tell us how you got there, what it means.
Online today at The New York Times, Goddard MFA faculty member Kenny Fries asks: “What kind of society do we want to be?” In “The Nazis’ First Victims Were the Disabled,” Kenny Fries writes about the echoes of the extermination of the “unfit”
Goddard MFA faculty member Bhanu Kapil‘s “Poem Dictated to Eric Trump at 3.46am After a Marathon Video Binge of Twilight and its Two Sequels” was included in the The Guardian‘s 21 poems that Donald Trump might like to see at the base
Goddard MFA faculty member Deborah Brevoort‘s two comedies, The Poetry of Pizza and The Velvet Weapon, have been published by No Passport Press. In both plays, Deborah Brevoort shows her keen eye for comedy. The Poetry of Pizza is a trans-cultural romantic comedy
How are you, my fellow writer? This past spring, at my annual physical exam, I was given a questionnaire I was to fill and hand to the nurse before proceeding to the doctor’s office. I have been with the same practitioners since 2009, and this was the first time they asked about my emotional well-being.
The Progressive has published Goddard MFA faculty member Kenny Fries‘s “A Healing Tree: Remembering Hiroshima” to commemorate the 72nd anniversary of the atomic bombing. “A Healing Tree” is adapted from an excerpt from his forthcoming book, In the Province of the Gods, which
On August 11, Goddard MFA alum Simone John will launch Testify at 7pm at Porter Square Books in Cambridge, MA. In Testify, published by Octopus Books, Simone’s first full-length book of poems, she experiments with documentary poetics to uplift stories of black people impacted by state-sanctioned violence.
Goddard MFA faculty member Kenny Fries‘s In the Gardens of Japan was published by Garden Oak Press. The book includes drawings by Ian Jehle. In the Gardens of Japan is a companion to In the Province of the Gods, which will be published
Dear John McCain:
I think of your tap code late at night when I am lonely. You broken and spent in the Hanoi Hilton tapping out “Are you okay?” to the guy on the other side of the wall.
“My name is Ernie Brace,” the taps from the prison cell next to you kept declaring. “My name is Ernie Brace.” “My name is Ernie Brace.” Then sobs. Ernie Brace so overwhelmed by human contact he could only tap his name.