Poem 10: Always Departing

Poem 10: Always Departing

Poem 09: Narrative kernel

Poem 09: Narrative kernel

Poem 08: Reading “The American Zen Master” by Dick Allen

Poem 08: Reading “The American Zen Master” by Dick Allen

Poem 07: A tube of wet rage

Poem 07: A tube of wet rage

Complications

Delightful read on simplicity and complexity and teaching poetry and more.

annemichael

National Poetry Month has rolled around again, and sophomores enrolled in the Poetry classes are trying to interpret poems. Somewhere along the line, people in the USA acquired the notion that teachers ought to make things simple to understand so that students can learn the material. What about diving into the material in order to learn about it? Asking it questions? Having a heart-to-heart conversation with it? Those are alternate approaches to reaching an understanding.

Truly, one aspect of teaching that frustrates me is that the majority of human beings want everything to be simple. “Simple” has become a click-bait word, an advertising slogan. Even the American embrace of mindfulness largely bases its premise on the idea that mindfulness is simplicity itself, when anyone who has seriously attempted meditation and mindful living can attest that the theory sounds simple enough but the practice is more complex than it seems.

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Poem 06: Last night at the New French Bar

Poem 06: Last night at the New French Bar

Poem 04: Loneliness visits

Poem 04: Loneliness visits

Poem 03: Reading “My American Body”

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Reading “My American Body” by W. K. Buckley
by Matthew Mulder

Fireflies sparkle
outside. I see them through the
living room window.
It’s the time between
times as I
examine a new hole in
my jeans and consider
“Picking up their shreds
to the tangled light.”
Condensation rolls down
St. Pauli Girl who
makes me sparkle
inside.

NOTES:
(c) Matthew Mulder. All rights reserved.
Originally published in Rapid River Arts & Culture Magazine, October 2005

Poem 02: Saturday Night, Coffeehouse

Poem 02: Saturday Night, Coffeehouse

NOTES: Originally published in Rapid River Arts & Culture Magazine, April 2004. Unable to locate the printed artifact nor find a digital version on the publisher’s website, I photographed this draft of “Saturday Night, Coffeehouse.”

Poem 01: The Last American Chestnut Tree on Forest Street

Poem 01: The Last American Chestnut Tree on Forest Street