So we’re deep into summer and Poet in Community is quietly planning for fall. The leaves and flowers of the season have been mostly doing their thing without me. (I watch and water as needed.) But writing may need more help.
To that end, Poet in Community is partnering with Academic Success, the Multi-Faith Centre, Hart House and various instrumental folks across the spectrum to bring new kinds of poetry infiltration to the university.
Central among these is a plan for weekly creative writing drop-ins, run by peer mentors, to be held in several hubs across campus. Stay tuned for how to apply if you’re interested in being a mentor. The program is called: “Write Now.”
Also, I will be setting up the Spontaneous Poetry Booth again in September and October, I’ll give a talk on the use of poetry in qualitative research, and I’ll occasionally join the mentors at their hubs to offer workshops too.
There is more brewing. I just wanted to let you know that we are gone for now but not gone to sleep. Summer well.
Collecting Our Thoughts Through Poetry: A Celebration of the Poet in Residence Program at Mount Sinai Hospital
On the last day of National Poetry Month come to a celebration of poetry with participants from all over the hospital. MSH staff, volunteers, students and physicians will be sharing their experiences, reflections and poems. Tea and scones will be served. All attendees will receive a copy of the chapbook: Take as Needed: Poems and Reflections from the Halls, Coffee Shops, Board Rooms and Waiting Rooms of Mount Sinai Hospital.
Wednesday April 30, 3:30-4:30 pm
Mount Sinai Hospital, 18th floor Auditorium, 600 University Avenue
Have a look here for more information about this event and the Poet in Residence Program.
Finding Your Balance
A series of workshops to restore and explore balance
Finding balance in university and in life is like finding balance on a bicycle. It’s not something you do with your mind; nor is it something you do once. It’s something you keep finding and correcting as the terrain changes. This is true of any activity: being on a boat, in a car, on your feet, in your life. Everything changes. How do you go forward?
Use writing to look at the geography of your terrain: where you are, when you need to shift gears, where you’re stuck, when you fall, and what it’s like when you’re on the ride.
February 27: Rocking the Boat and Other Reasons We Don’t Ask For What We Want
March 6: Taking Your Whole Self To School
March 13: Writing Your Way Out of A Paper Bag
No special writing experience necessary.
When: Thursdays, February 27th, March 6th and 13th | 12:00 pm – 1:00 pm
Where: Hart House
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If you’d like a place for writing, mindfulness, and quiet, this might be it. An hour and a half with a few poems, a few muffins, a meditation, and no expectation. Led by Cheryl Champagne, who offers Mindful Mondays at CAPS, and Ronna Bloom, Poet in Community, this one-off event is for anyone who needs it.
Out beyond ideas of wrongdoing and rightdoing,
there is a field. I’ll meet you there.
Tuesday February 4, 2014
Career Centre Seminar Room
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Emotions, Emoticons and Feeling Your Way Through University
We take in new learning through what we hear, study and experience, and things shift: we’re ‘moved’. But what do you do with feelings that arise? Do you send them in a text or write them into an essay? In this series, through writing and investigative mapmaking, explore how feelings shape and bring life to learning.
Wednesdays January 29, February 5, 12, 2014
Seminar Room, Career Centre
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Truth and Reconciliation
Our country chose a middle way
of individual amnesty for truth.
–– Archbishop Desmond Tutu
This man knows something
about healing. That the heart
must be torn open again
in front of compassionate witnesses.
That the accused must also step up
and reveal themself.
That no matter how high-pitched
the shrieks, how barren
the voice, everything must be
heard, everything must be
held, in the same room.
Pedlar Press, 2000
The last of the three sessions from the series — “Am I? — A Writing Series about Identity and Change” happens Tuesday November 5th.
Here’s the description of the series:
|Do you ever feel you don’t know who you are? Or who you thought you were no longer fits? We have many identities: one you might have in your family, or others give you, one in your studies, or in the music you love. But we aren’t static, and nothing’s locked down. Like staring into a kaleidoscope, it can be disorienting, but also, maybe, freeing. In these three writing sessions, begin to trace the threads of who you might be. Ask yourself: who am I in this in moment of transition; who am I becoming?Session 1. What They Said About You (or, Whose Autobiography is this Anyway?)
Session 2. I’m Not the Kind of Person Who…
Session 3. Be Good to Yourself, Whoever You Are
October 22, 29, November 5, 2013Open to all U of T students.
Register here: http://uoft.me/poetOr just show up!
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Tracking the Threads of What You Love
(Or, where heart meets school, life, and career all in one workshop)
In this workshop, begin to track your passions, hobbies and curiosities; the music, relationships, and even foods that attract and sustain you. Could these experiences provide grounding for your academic work, your life balance, and your career paths? Using poems and questions to spark short writing exercises, illuminate the resources you carry that may also carry you forward into the future.
October 10, 2013
All current U of T students welcome.
Register here: http://uoft.me/poet
A Blessing for a (Future) Nurse’s Hands
May your hands first and foremost always be clean.
May they be steady enough to landmark an injection.
May they be strong enough to hold someone up.
May they be gentle enough to comfort and heal.
Maria-Rosa Laneve is a first year nursing student. This poem was written in the first workshop of the season held in September in the department of nursing.
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