Joanna Preston: Tasmanaut Poet
Time to dangle another invented form in front of you. For reasons that made sense when I started, and felt like an advanced degree in self-flagellation as the weeks wore on, I ran three separate groups for my Rhyme & Reasons class. The Belissima was the product of cheese before bedtime my Saturday group, and …
Just finished teaching a series of classes looking at formal poetry. It’s been quite a lot of fun, even if I did manage to cock up the handouts. Repeatedly. (Sigh!) Oh well, doing everything online meant I could just make my (multiple) corrections to the master document and flick a new pdf to everyone right …
Well that’s another swathe of plans sent down the porcelain gullet! Here I was, one class down, the second not due to be taught until May (leaving a comfortable amount of time to do some research, some gentle and leisurely reading, and maybe even some actual writing of my own), being very good and diligent …
… and still the [redacted]s keep dying on me! It was bad enough when Mary Oliver died in January. Then WS Merwin and Linda Gregg in March. And then Les Murray (April 29th, although I found out much later). And Stanley Plumly, also in April, who I’d corresponded with from time to time when I …
One of the best things about preparing to teach classes is the amount of reading that I get to do. Am required to do, in fact. I imagine it's something like being the menu tester at a superb restaurant, or a product quality inspector at a very good chocolate factory, somewhere in Belgium, say, where …
A Dark Feathered Art 