Welcome

Welcome to the 2013 Poetry workshop, Thessaloniki and Thassos. This workshop meets under a pergola with a view of the Aegean, or it meets in a café near the water's edge, or one overlooking a marble quarry. We take our breaks in the water. Our poems feast on the poems of the ancient and modern Greeks, and draw from the light around us, and the full sails. When we have finished talking and writing, we go out with Stomatis on his boat to catch the fish we might have for dinner. In the evenings, we listen to poetry read to us near an olive grove, and then we feast and dance in circles to Greek songs. Sometimes we are up very late, lighting fires on the beach, so in the morning we have our tea and coffee first, with cheese and hard rolls and yoghurt under the grape leaves. In the late afternoons we learn a little Greek, or we write in our notebooks or float in the water looking up at the small clouds. We write a lot without worrying about whether or not the writing is “good.” We know that whether it is as yet “good” or not, it is the seed of something, or it is what we had to have written before we could write something else. We play with our poems and move things around in them. We let some words go. They go, they come back. Sometimes we let a Greek poet say something, or we become a Greek poet ourselves. The assignment is to soak up the light, read what everyone writes, and learn about octopus. The assignment is to light candles, have a little psipouru or something else, and learn some dances. To say kalimera to everyone in the morning and Καληνύχτα when we go back to our rooms at night. We hope to leave with many pages of something or another, and to see our work in new ways.˜

We'll most likely be meeting on the lovely terrace at my house (up the road from where you'll be staying). The plan is to meet on Monday, Tuesday, and Thursday mornings there and to meet on Wednesdays at Beach Two for intensive writing mixed with private consultations.

Wednesday, June 17, 2015

Marble - Livia M

Marble

know the marble
know the quiet
Taj Mahal and roses
crossed over canes
know Clio, goddess
of history carved
in shining stone
            mármaros
know the refined
taste of tradition
know that maybe
perhaps there is
Tuckahoe marble
in the Vatican
in the snake’s bite
in Laocoön’s battle
with his two sons
against the snake’s
bite, a portrait
of human agony
know marble will
make you famous
know I swam out
to a metamorphism
through navy
through royal blue
through teal
all for white
know that marble
looks like seashells
when it makes strides
with incoming waves
know the quiet
of sitting atop marble
and all around and over
you see interlocking
crystals and the sea
and you hear fishermen
say it will storm
tomorrow


LM 2015


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