I started writing poems in a serious way in 1965, and it was
a lonely business. I used my husband’s
study when he was at work, and showed him what I had written. Nobody else. There was nobody else to show. I don’t think I realized then that real poets
existed, certainly not near Rockville Maryland where I lived. I didn’t consider myself a real poet either,
just someone who wrote poems.
Then one day I saw a small ad in the Washington Post, I
think it was. A new magazine called
Dryad was looking for poems, and it existed locally. I sent poems; Merrill Leffler the editor of
Dryad accepted them; and suddenly I had an actual local contact. It must have been through Merrill that I
learned about Poetry and the National Conscience at the University of Maryland. Rod Jellema had organized the conference and
the one that followed in l969. I will never forget the sight of Robert Bly in a
long black cape, sailing down the aisle to the stage. This was poetry!.
It was at that conference that I met an array of poets, many of whom are
still my friends. Soon the nucleus of a
workshop had formed. Rod himself; Ann
Darr (beautiful ex pilot – WASP which stood for Women’s Airforce Servie Pilots)
during the second world war, who came from a small town in Iowa and from sheer
will and intelligence reinvented herself: Siv Cedering or Siv Fox, as she then called herself; Eddy Gold and Bill Holland, both students of
Rod’s—young and full of moxie; Myra
Sklarew (who is the force behind this conference); Alan Austin (whose black box
was the first or one of the first audio magazines); Roland Flint—our great and I think
underappreciated poet; Gary Sange;
Primus St John ( poet laureate of Oregon;) Bill Claire; Margaret Gibson; Lisa
Ritchie (who has also been a big part of this conference and was part of the
workshop for its last few years); Ralph Robin (who I remember as a deceptively
shy and quiet looking man) ; Michael Collier (teacher at Maryland and now
director of the Bread Loaf Writer’s Conference who visited it many times.
Occasional others.
The workshop was like the moving crap game in Guys and Dolls. We met at each other’s houses, different
configurations of poets every time. But
mostly we met at Siv’s. She lived on
Picasso Lane in Potomac, which seemed very romantic and far away. I live in Potomac now and since I don’t drive
at night it still seems far away, though it was Siv who was romantic with that
body, that hair, not Potomac. Her house
was a beautiful contemporary in the woods and we sat around and drank wine and
read poems to each other, shared
them. I don’t remember critiquing those
poems, though we must have done so. I do
remember Gary Sange reading a poem about the birth of his daughter which led me
to write my poem “Notes from the Delivery Room.”
Thus we bounced poems off each other and were inspired to
write still more poems, though we never imitated each other’s actual styles,
and thus a community of poets was formed in the Washington area. I think of other artist’s groups… The German
expressionists: Kandinsky and his lover the artist Gabriele Munter, and Franz
Marc, and Jawlensky. The
impressionists-Gauguin and Van Gogh painting together and arguing about art in
Arles. Such communities of artists inspire
real work in each other.
So many years later, I still workshop poems but with just a
handful of friends now, often over lunch, and we critique each others work
fiercely but gently, if fierce gentleness is not an oxymoron. “Workshop” has become a verb. Workshops have sprouted up everywhere: in
colleges, in writer’s conferences, and as with us, in people’s homes. I only
hope some of them are as inspiring and useful, as memorable as ours was.
Note: On March 20, 2015 at the Splendid Wake 3, Linda Pastan gave this talk on Poetry Workshops Born During the “Poetry and The National Conscience” Conferences. Linda Pastan is the author of thirteen books of poetry
including Queen of a Queen of a Rainy
Country, Traveling Light, and the forthcoming Insomnia. Her remarks were followed by Rod Jellema who also participated
in these workshops. Rod said 60 poetry books grew out of this particular
community of poets in the D.C. area.
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