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Greg McVerry

As I prepare to attend I could not help but share this from . I have never dove deep into his poetry before and now my ears can't stop swimming through the emptiness:

Greg McVerry

probably the most writing group I know beyond some other teacher poetry groups organized on blogs and RSS much longer,. We utiilize a web ring, and RSS planet, to syndicate all the artists together.

Greg McVerry

@parkan See.

Always told folks poetry and code same thing

Greg McVerry

lost my poems
moss clumps
in place
Of memory dumps
Simmering dung
In dancing stench
Pain wrench
Unturned, no
Bolt to latch
No meaning to catch

Lost poetry
owe it to me
To look
But each nook
And crany

Greg McVerry

@dodgrile Feel free to come hang with crew not class just bunch of teachers of writing learning how to write. Mainly music, poetry, and photo but we got some longformers around, private place to share drafts, public feeds

Greg McVerry

Carving out Room For Subjectives in New Educational Spaces #edu522

My Who Am I Post

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In every conversation you hear calls to get back to school, to "Get back to Normal."

I don't like the old normal. Normal did not work for the majority of our children. Especially black, brown, and indigenous kids.

I want to serve up something new.

So to illustrate my subjectives for this class I decided to learn a bit more whittling and carve up a spoon.

wooden sppon unfisinished

I believe we must mix up perspectives and I am hoping to accomplish two projects in this class:

  • A digital handbook on how to blog using WordPress and the SemPress theme
  • An autoethnography on me learning to build a poetry page as I taught a LEP Tech class and participated in the IndieWeb movement

Eat Your Own Cooking

As I try to stir up good trouble in my career I use a lens of digitally engaged scholarship. Borrowing from community engage scholarship I can not separate my creative activity, teaching, and service. These three, I believe, need to work together in service to the greater good in partnership with communities and learners

For the last few years much of these efforts for me have revolved around the IndieWeb movement. I help an amazing group of web activists. We started the Elm City Webmakers, run a free tech camp for teens in New Haven, and organize events all over the world. Developers release amazing technology that re-envisions the web as our social network.

Recently the IndieWeb community, in continuous reflections on diversity and inclusiuon metaphors, adopted a metaphor of "eat your own cooklng" to replace the metaphor of "self dog-fooding." This just means using the stuff you build and building stuff to use rather than just talking about building.

So I thought the spoon made a good physical metaphor for my subjectives. I always thought of my pocket knife as my original 3-d printer. It just works backwards much like an autoethnography. I also want to stir up good trouble to start recentering the web in marginalized communities.

Cook With Others

Recently at the IndieWeb West conference I facilitated a session on Cooking For Others. I am glad we moved on from the idea of self-dogfooding, but I wanted to try and get at something else. It's hard for me to describe, still working out the idea but for many they come to movements and communities, out of a sense of duty to others.

The idea of only using what you build made Silicon Valley billionaires. The model works. I just wonder if it works for everyone. Maybe it is a bit of mindset and not just metaphors we need to shift.

At the same time I will never ask my students to do something I will not do. So I am asking you to learn something new and be open about the process. Therefore I needed to the same.

I guess me learnining how to whittle is my attempt. I carved a missing chess pawn when we went camping with neighbors and I recently found myself desperate for an evening distraction. I work around the clock M-R and my partner works at a restautant W-S.

Basically stare at a screen all day. Have binged everything bingebale on all the networks (well still need to finsih the 100) and haven't done any kidless adulting, or any social gatherings since March.

Why not just stare at a fire and whittle wood? Sharing my carving will be the dish I bring to our table. I can not wait to see what tales you serve up.

Greg McVerry

I published today poetry "firefly" thx to @telliowkuwp for the reverse meteor line...totally lifted it from a poem he had yet to write.

Greg McVerry

Published a podcast. Today's episode "Forgotten Forevers" a wondering what happens when they are gone.

Greg McVerry

Good Poem Danny! Writing about things you can see is a great way to find ideas for poetry.

Greg McVerry

Read Monument: Poems New and Selected

As momuments of white supremacy get torn down while Trump shouts their virture I thought it a good time to return to Natatsha Trethewey's collection :Monument"

Natasha Trethewey paints the past in brutal truths. Her collection of new and curated poems in Tretheway's skills as a historian of humanity. As she notes "Why is everything I see the past / I’ve tried to forget?"

Often Trethewey shines the light of her stanza onto corners of history we have forgotten. these stories usually revolve around Mississippi where she grew up the child of biracial parents, Trethewey's mother who her stepfathered murdered, and deep seeded racism.

Through this lens Trethweay tells the story of the help, the dock workers, those forgottten during Katrina. She also finds historical artifacts such as piantings or the Raceclassification system used in Mexico.

The title poem, Monument, has all the ingredients of perfection. Trethewey describes the industry of ants on her front porch and then transporting to her mother's grave. The same technique, connecting these memories in the mundane opens the collection "Limen" were Trethewey finds her mother's reflection in the the voice of a woordpecker.

Trethewey then uses documentary poetry with artifacts such as journals and photographs.

Bellocq's Opehelia, for example, a previously published set, describes a photograph from 1912. Many of the poems have dates allowing ghosts to linger in stanzas of untold truth.

Listen to Monument


By Natasha Trethewey


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