Part One: Twice each year, I help to organize and participate in Antioch University Los Angeles' MFA residency—a 10-day festival of literature and language held on the campus in Culver City. On Saturday morning, the poet Richard Garcia taught Jumping Into the Flow, a class about how to design and lead an in-class writing exercise. Richard says that to write a good exercise, you'll need (a) a model poem, (b) a procedure, and (c) an atmosphere. He described the good classroom exercise as "a combination of structure and chaos". He gave us this recipe before we took out our own pens: (1) be aware of your atmosphere, (2) be especially aware when memory kicks in and opens a door. If it does, follow it. This is one of the poems I wrote that morning. All the similes are by members of the Antioch Poetry Program:
Solstice Morning Similes
for the people of A1011
As soon as my eyes opened, I found myself
Again. Yup, there I is—on the mattress like
Pubic hair on a bar of soap. That’s the way
It goes some days I guess: thought simmering
Like a pancake in its own grease, oil splatter
On the poor chef, on the poor chef’s clothes.
Why even bother? I rolled around and stretched
My legs and found—what?—well, it was like
Crumbs under the sheets, like the boiled egg
I left in the trash yesterday that stank when I
Got home at 11. Damned summer heat—like
Hot waves off the barbeque grill. Some days, I’ll
Stand and stand outside in the dusk, feeling
The one heat beat into the other, cooking
For the family. And it’s just like that sometimes:
One child bored…what do I do, Mom? And
You-know-who needing—a hand, some
Attention. For me to give a damn. And like
Picket signs outside the grocery store, I protest. I
Flip the burgers. I take another sip of iced gin.
-J.F.
You can read poems by Richard Garcia here.
I met Richard Garcia a couple of summers ago when we were at the Idyllwild summer program. He students agreed that in addition to being a wonderful poet, he is a gifted and generous teacher. I love his recipe and the poem it generated. I wish I had taken his class. Thanks, Jenny.
Posted by: Stacey | June 25, 2008 at 09:56 AM
Richard Garcia has some spectacular poems in a hard-boiled idiom. It's nice to see him in my inward eye -- and to encounter a simile as inspired as a body in bed likened to a pubic hair on a cake of soap.
Posted by: DL | June 25, 2008 at 05:04 PM
Thanks for the comments! Yes, it's true: I too am a Garcia fan.
Have you seen or heard his poem to "Louie, MD, PhD"--a dog trying to serve as his owner's psychoanalyst? (it's on the last link in the blog entry)?
Richard reads at the Antioch Residency tonight...(and Hilda Raz and Aaron Link are up tomorrow night)
Posted by: Jenny Factor | June 26, 2008 at 07:29 AM
Looking forward to hearing more about Richard's reading and the Antioch residency. Any interesting new exercises or "poetry assignments"?
Posted by: DL | June 26, 2008 at 05:54 PM
Jenny:
Garcia is among the best teachers I've ever encountered.
He was a mentor of mine at Antioch in 2001-2003,
and his prompts were responsible for many of the poems
in my second book, including the title poem.
He has not forgotten how to PLAY, and that's a major secret
he imparts. His craft is impeccable, and he takes it seriously,
but his process is predicated on play, randomness, chance,
synchronicity. If you don't get a full poem first time out
(and many times I DID), you'll get notes toward a poem that
are well worth returning to.
He has a genius for teaching, and whenever I'm within 100
miles of a Garcia class, I'll go. I snuck into the same class
you attended at the Antioch residency here in L.A., and even
came away with some proto-poems, ending a six-month
drought. Hallelujah.
He gave the class Jim Simmerman's Twenty Little Poetry Projects exercise, which offers twenty prompts to do in order, not in order, in pieces, etc., and even *I* wrote something:
Simmerman Poem for Garcia
Life is a three-legged dog on a waxed staircase
negotiating with the president to achieve peace
while each smells the other's privates, watches
for tricks, listens for subtext, touches the heart,
tastes blood like gunmetal, hears red. It's a D.C.
kinda moment, making Miles kinda blue, 'cause
maybe the dog has only two legs—did I tell you
'bout my beach trip to Aruba, on the down-low?
The sun was out so, of course, the plane stayed up,
the pilot soothing us all with his South Texas drawl,
"The whate zone is for passenguh loadin' & unloadin'
own-luh." The slippery head of the brave, bald nun
in the next seat nodded over her Braille issue of
Hustler, fingers lightly caressing the bumpy text,
the other hand buried at waist level under her
habit. Mr. Small Bladder got up again to use the
lavabado; someday his simple-minded urologist will
simply tie it in a knot for him. Modern medicine
is the opiate of the masses. C'est vrais, oui?
My tray table, stowed in its upright position, clapped
in happy agreement. The flensed dog wheeled by.
**************
There is a reason we worship at the feet of Garcia.
--Richard Beban, Playa del Rey
Posted by: Richard Beban | June 27, 2008 at 01:43 PM
Hello Jenny!
Missing Antioch already. Unfortunately, I can not take credit for the similes you were provided, if I remember correctly my similes included, "like getting a boil lanced at Denny's" and "like a dead kitten on the side of the road". I think you'll be glad you didn't get these ;). Wonderful poem, there's no smothering the Jenny Factor voice!
Posted by: allison tobey | June 30, 2008 at 03:05 PM
Wow! Richard Beban. Hi there--you're a wonderful poet and creative person yourself! Aren't you in fact the very person who handed me the "like a public hair on a bar of soap" slip? Was that yours?
-J.F.
Posted by: Jenny Factor | July 02, 2008 at 03:49 PM
Hi Miss Allison T. I know precisely what you mean! I too am already missing the energy, cameraderie, and sheer creative chaos of our residency. Weren't all the seminars this time sublime? (and yes, Richard is something else! I loved his reading too!)
Posted by: Jenny Factor | July 02, 2008 at 03:51 PM
Hi Miss Allison T, Stacey, and David. I know precisely what you mean! I too am already missing the energy, cameraderie, and sheer creative chaos of our residency.
A.T.: Weren't all the seminars this time sublime? (and yes, Richard is something else! I loved his reading too!)
It may take me a few more days to catch my breath, but then yes I do plan to share more about the readings and workshops.
Posted by: Jenny Factor | July 02, 2008 at 03:52 PM
Jenny:
I wish my prompt was that bizarre. I think Clarence Thomas slipped you that one.
RB
Posted by: Richard Beban | July 03, 2008 at 04:39 PM