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     MFA in Creative Writing Newsletter

Director's Message
Joan Baranow

Although our MFA winter residency was six weeks ago, many of us are still feeling energized by the dynamic guest speakers and writing activities. Adding to our energy, we welcomed three new students: Sonya, with her lively tale of surviving a frog infestation; Nancy who’s delving deep into the world of ultramarathon runners; and Katie, our first out-of-state student who brings a wicked Chicago humor to her writing. Welcome to the “Band!”

For a glimpse into our residency week, MFA student Bogie Bougas shares with us her reflection on keynote speaker, Ryoichi Wago, who gave a stunning performance of his poetry.
 

Winter Residency 2019
by Bogie Bougas (MFA student '19)

Forget drop the mic. At Dominican’s MFA program, you know you’re cool when you drop the page. During this winter residency, we focused on reading our work out loud for an audience. Oh, what a scary prospect. Besides the obvious fear of stage fright, losing one’s place and looking foolish while fumbling to find it again remains every writer’s nightmare. So we inexperienced writers tend to lock our gaze onto the page, looking down like a security camera focused on the Queen’s jewels. 

But guest speaker and Japanese eco-poet Ryoichi Wago showed us another way to think about reading: Don’t read your words. Perform them.

Wago gave us two readings: a traditional poetry reading behind the podium, talking into the mic and looking up now and then to make audience contact. The standard fare. However, for his second poem, “Mirai Kagura,”* about the Fukushima Nuclear Plant disaster, he stepped away from the podium and stood in front of us, raw, vulnerable, yet totally in control. He held a short stack of pages in one hand, leaving the other hand free for expression. Because he had partially memorized his poem, the paper became a participant in his reading instead of a crutch. When he finished reading a page, he dropped it. The page floated down, tilting left then right, sometimes doing a half spin, before sliding onto the floor and resting, looking up at the ceiling like a living snapshot of time. At first, the falling page was funny. When the second page fell, something in our hearts pinged and we knew we were witnessing the sublime.

Wago read his poem in his native Japanese with an English translation projected on the screen behind him. Initially, the translation was a distraction, but as his voice rose and fell, digging in and pulling out each emotional moment, his emotions told the story, not his words. By the end, looking at an exhausted Wago and the pile of pages on the floor, we realized that readers don’t come to hear words. They come to feel them.  

Thus, Wago taught us an important lesson: come prepared with a piece you are familiar with and don’t worry about your words, because, in the end, the audience isn’t going to remember your exact words; rather, they are going to walk away with an impression of what you have created. No, we don’t have to be so dramatic as to actually drop the page to express this, but, in our hearts, we should be willing to. And this willingness is the secret to a great reading.

* To drive home the idea of words as impressions, there is no exact translation for Wago’s poem “Mirai Kagura.”  Mirai means the future of the world to come. Using the two words in combination you get the impression of Sacred Dance for the Future or Dance for the Next World.

Student and Faculty News

MFA Students
Outstanding Student Award

Catharine Clark-Sayles has been selected as the 2019 Outstanding Graduate Student for the school of Liberal Arts and Education.  Each year one graduate student is selected for this award, which will be conferred at commencement in May.  Congratulations, Catharine!

Catharine was recently featured in a Dominican Newsroom Article, where she discusses how she came to pursue the MFA program in the midst of her career as a physician.

 
MFA Faculty
Judy Halebsky’s poem, “Overshopping,” will be published in the next issue of American Poetry Review. Her poem was inspired by a Lake Tahoe writing retreat she took with Joan Baranow and LeeAnn Bartolini (Psychology Faculty).
Joan and Judy drove there in a blizzard and spent three nights with limited power, keeping warm by a fireplace. Judy had been reading a guide on how to de-clutter a home or office. Thinking about how not one of these guides advises buying less stuff in the first place, she wrote “Overshopping.” Congratulations, Judy!

Upcoming Events

  • March 19, 6-7pm:  MFA Info Session
  • March 28, 6:30-8pm:  MFA hosted reception @ AWP Portland.  Come celebrate our first MFA graduating class, the winner of the Wolf Ridge Press Narrative/Poetic Medicine Chapbook Prize, and Sixteen Rivers Press’ 20th Anniversary.
  • March 29, 10:30-11:30am:  Catharine Clark-Sayles Author Signing at Table 4051 in the AWP Portland Bookfair.  Catharine Clark-Sayles will sign copies of Brats, a poetry chapbook about growing up in a military family and becoming a medical doctor. 
  • March 29, 1:30-2:45pm:  Judy Halebsky moderates the panel "Finding the Poem: Working from Source Material" at AWP Portland.
  • March 30, 10:30-11:30am:  Wolf Ridge Press Author Signing at Table 4051 in the AWP Portland Bookfair.  Judith Montgomery's prize winning Poetic Medicine chapbook, Mercy, will be available.
  • April 6, 9am-12pm:  Graduate Programs Open House
  • April 6, 7pm:  MA Humanities Open Mic Night @ Magic Flute in San Rafael.
  • Have questions about the MFA in Creative Writing program?  Email or schedule an appointment with Director Joan Baranow
  • June 8-13:  MFA Residency Public Events  Schedule TBA.

Writing Prompts

Ready for another prompt? Write a poem or prose piece based on a dream but don’t mention anything about it being a dream.  Submit to mfa@dominican.edu by April 1.

Last fall we promised to print two more poems that came from Rita Dove’s writing prompt, Ten Minute Spill. We’re delighted to present them here:


Held

After reading those verses,
I felt it.
The free fall

Like a astronaut unraveling in space.

The bewilderment of a collision with something so vast.
Feeling like a feather on the wind,
faint with the weight of insignificance.

Yet the astronaut’s rope held fast,
Taut and strained,
but secure.

Panting in a helmet,
tears of relief
as the words come over and over

“held by everlasting arms”

-Felicia Evans


Untitled

The blackberry bush is loath to stand singly. 
More suited to tangles of vines and thorns, 
orgy of arms wrapped round,
no start or end, unkempt beard on the cliff’s stoic chin, 
the berries gems, hiding. 
She knows how to find them, and how to trade minimal blood. 
Only cupped hands and pants pockets for her basket. 
She eats what she can and carries what she will. 
The wilderness is hers, a small oasis. The streets ‘tween here and home are anything but.
Men and women that could be 
her mothers, 
her fathers, 
all of them strangers. 
Stranger more for she dare not meet their eyes, 
eyes that search for hers. 
Skins of tanned calf, weathered eyes seminal. 
Coughing clouds of 
green 
and blue 
as she passes, 
voices of blighted harvests following, 
making herself hold and exhale more than she takes in. 
Eyes prickling the back of her scalp like needles of a phrenologist’s wet dream. 
By the time she’s made it home, the blackberries she’s held 
are stains on her hands and pant legs. 
Still sweet to lick. Almost satisfying. 

-Karl Holub

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