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Ispent the entirety of 2018 working my way through A Poem For Every Night of the Year, edited by Allie Esiri. My enjoyment of the poems went up and down, but keeping on track with a small amount of poetry every day (or every few days, as worked best for me) was a great exercise.

To the victorious

I will send an unsettling message

and these simple questions:

enemies,

something gives me reason to doubt.

All the gods of Olympus

support you,

They receive their orders according to your desires,

they point their arrows in whatever direction you point,

the earth revolves according to your wish.

Triumph is your vocation,

every war against us raises you higher and higher

while throwing us down to our fate

like cypress branches in the darkness of a fireplace.

Everything you build lasts and expands,

while what we build is carried away by elegies.

We are destined for the grave

while your hands are destined for the champagne of triumph.

Anyone on your list

is a dead man:

die, and he dies.

Enemies,

victory has become your daily routine

like your morning toast.

Why, then, this hysteria?

Why do I not see you dancing?

How much victory do you need to be victorious?

Enemies,

something makes me suspicious.

What, at the climax of your victory, is it

that makes you so scared?

And just before the holidays, a gift of a book from my dear friend Christopher Southgate, of his Rain Falling by the River: New and Selected Poems of the Spirit (Canterbury Press). No one else writes lyric poems of enquiry into place, space and stillness like these.

My personal highlight? I was given the opportunity by Greenbelt Festival to curate an afternoon of poetry, so I chose four of my favourite poets. In Poetry for the Common Good Josephine Corcoran, Nancy Campbell, Rebecca Goss and Sasha Dugdale gave readings of pure power and concentration, listening to and engaging with each other with grace and generosity. I am deeply grateful to them for the exemplary way in which they shared their stories. I shall not forget it.

I read John Ashbery in splurges. My last one was five or so years ago. I used the occasion of his passing in September to revisit some old favourites, as well as expand my storehouse of strangeness. I was glad I did. This, though, was nothing compared to the constant companionship I have kept throughout the year with the work of James Schuyler. I find he is rapidly becoming my go-to poet, the one I can read in the morning, late at night, when I am tired, elated, stressed out, or merely wanting to pass the time of day with, in any kind of weather, whatever I am feeling. I can think of no higher praise.

That someone else was poet Jo Bell. A year ago, Jo offered a challenge to some of her friends and followers: join a closed group on Facebook wherein poets would be given weekly prompts and asked to write and post their poem to the group. We were also asked to read, comment on, and critique each others work.

Along with over 540 other members, I took up that challenge. Each Thursday morning (UK time), we were given a new prompt and some examples of how other poets may have tackled the subject. (You can see all the prompts here: 52.)

The prompts were one word or a phrase or just an idea. Some of the challenges were excruciatingly hard, especially those that asked the poet to get out of his or her own skin, style or comfort zone. Others fit nicely into a familiar pattern, yet encouraged the poets take their own style to a new level.

The second is how gratifying to get almost instant feedback on a new poem or idea of a poem. 52 was like a private workshop that helped flag lazy writing, praise winning phrases, and challenge each other to improve our work.

As for the poems, I plan to spend the next year going over them with a sharp pencil and a sharper eye, finding the gems, excising the fakes, and possibly building this group of 52 poems into something worthy of the group and this very special experience.

Harnessing the power of poetry, Nancie Atwell's Naming the World: A Year of Poems and Lessons empowers adolescents to make sense of their personal place in the world while honing their critical reading and writing skills. Naming the World's 200+ poems and accompanying five-to-ten-minute lessons are used by Nancie every day to jumpstart her reading and writing workshops. Poetry is the foundation upon which her students build excellences as writers in every genre. This is your chance to make the first few minutes of your Language Arts class really count!

Group 1: What Poetry Can Do

Nancie begins the school year with a collection of poems that helps middle schoolers discover poetry's potential to give voice to their experiences and demonstrates that poetry can be about anything and everything. This section also establishes the routines of reading and discussing a poem a day.

This section emphasizes the importance of focusing on concrete specifics-real people, objects, and moments. Students learn how the particulars of a writer's experience involve a reader and create a shared vision and meaning.

Adolescents love their pets. Soulmates who listen, love, entertain, comfort, and never judge, pets provide a compelling focus for middle schoolers' strong affections, as well as some of their best writing.

Poems rich in imagery show how well-chosen words invite readers to see, hear, feel, taste, and smell the physical world in our imaginations. The poetry in this section transcends description to evoke imaginative sights, sounds, textures, tastes, and aromas.

These are the poems that speak most keenly to Nancie's students about their identities as adolescents on the cusp of adulthood. This poetry helps lend perspective and hope to the process of growing up.

Here, Nancie offers her students an accessible entre to figurative language-how metaphors, similes, and personifications invite readers to view the world, and their feelings about it, through new prisms.

Nancie uses these poems to inspire pop-culture-oriented adolescents to venture outside, to notice and care about nature, and to draw connections between their inner landscapes and the landscapes of the natural world.

The poems in this section examine what it means to be a boy or a girl in our culture-and what it might mean to become a man or a woman. This is poetry that frames gender-related feelings in ways that both reassure and offer perspective.

Here, Nancie introduces her student readers and poets to the expressive potential of more complex poetic forms, from traditional structures like the sonnet and sestina to some appealing inventions of 20th century poets.

The poems in this section compel students to look outward, beyond their selves, to connect with the larger world and begin to consider the social and ethical implications of what it means to be human.

The poems in "Farewell" offer an inspiring way to end a school year. They give a teacher and his or her students a last chance to pause, take stock, and celebrate: together, they have named the world.

"If ever I had to choose just one genre to teach in a middle school English program, it would be poetry. The lessons it teaches kids about good writing, about critical reading, about the kind of adults they wish to become and the kind of world they hope to inhabit, extend the best invitation I can imagine to grow up healthy and whole."- Nancie Atwell

Anyone can have something to say about the Daily Poem. Poetry is the workhorse of Nancie's curriculum for its brevity and generosity and she counts on the opportunities it affords to explore the writer's craft with kids.

Nancie believes there is no genre that can match Poetry in terms of teaching about dictionabout precise, vivid words. In fact, she begins every lesson about good writing with the daily poem. What students learn about diction, specificity, intentionality, theme, voice, audience, organization, and punctuation shows up in students' writing across the genres.

Poetry is an extremely effective, versatile genre to teach writing craft. Poetry appeals and matters to kids because they can find or write a poem about any subject that appeals and matters to them: growing up, every sport, childhood, siblings, gender stereotypes, American history, comic book heroes, friendship, war, peace, toys, nature, God, parents, chocolate, identity, dogs, death, computer games, school, prejudice, even poetry itself. Naming the World brings this power directly from Nancie's classroom to yours.

To find poems that middle school kids are eager to talk about, Atwell read her way through collections, anthologies, and poetry journals. The poetry presented in this resource had to meet her four important criteria.

SCOTT SIMON, HOST: Michael Ondaatje, the Booker Prize-winning novelist, has a new volume of poetry, "A Year Of Last Things." And it may reveal much of his wide-ranging life - from his childhood in Sri Lanka during World War II to his adolescence in London, his life in Canada and travels all over the world. Let's ask him to read from the first poem in the book - "Lock."MICHAEL ONDAATJE: (Reading) Reading the lines he loves, he slips them into a pocket, wishes to die with his clothes full of torn-free stanzas and the telephone numbers of his children in far cities. As if these were all we need and want, not the dog or silver bowl, not the brag of career or ownership. Unless they can be used - a bowl to beg with, a howl to scent a friend, as those torn lines remind us how to recall. Until we reach that horizon and drop, or rise like a canoe within a lock to search the other half of the river, where you might see your friends as altered by this altitude as you.SIMON: Michael Ondaatje, author of "The English Patient" and so many other novels, joins us now from the studios of the CBC in Toronto. Thank you so much for being with us.ONDAATJE: Thank you.SIMON: What puts a poem into your mind?ONDAATJE: I wish I knew, you know? The main thing for me is that if you know where you're going, then that's not the way to go, you know? I mean, Robert Creeley has a line - if you know what the last line of the book is, you take that line. You make it the first line. The writing of a poem is a sort of a discovery or reconnaissance. You're not quite sure where you will end up. And I've always believed that's the central rule of writing, especially poetry. In a novel, you have large plots to contend with. But in a poem, it's all to do with language and a tone or a gesture.SIMON: Is this volume a kind of memoir? I'm thinking of the lines - all those small recalls of this and that before our walk up a staircase into the dark.ONDAATJE: Well, I've never wanted to write a memoir, and I don't think this is in any way. It's essentially - it was made up of individual poems that didn't - wasn't in the order they were written. So once I'd written them - all these 50, 60 poems - I then had to kind of find a shape or an order for them that would suggest something that happened at one time and then another time and how things changed.SIMON: May I ask who is the person you write about in the poem "Wanderer"?ONDAATJE: I have a friend named Sam Solecki who is Polish, and he's a good friend. But it really was not just about him. It was about - just as much about me as it is about his family and how they escaped Poland during the war.SIMON: I mean, it's quite a story that you relate in here.ONDAATJE: Yeah. It's - this family was helped by a German person and - to escape Poland during the war.SIMON: By a deserter who...ONDAATJE: Yes.SIMON: ...I guess acted as a father figure, or...ONDAATJE: He did. Yeah. And he helped them get out of, you know, Europe at that crucial time.SIMON: May I ask you to read a short, and what I found startling, poem? Page 52 - "The Cabbagetown Pet Clinic."ONDAATJE: (Laughter).SIMON: And Cabbagetown, the neighborhood in Toronto, right?ONDAATJE: Right.(Reading) For years, I wrote during the day above the veterinarian - the howls, the heavy breathing, the sighs from that faraway untranslated world.SIMON: An untranslated world in which animals exist?ONDAATJE: Yes, only animals. You know, you could hear them, you know, on the ground floor. There's a lot in the book about what is untranslated and what is translated. I mean, I think when I was writing the book, I had this sudden great love of poets from other countries, and, you know, even great poets who - Zbigniew Herbert, for instance or Louise Erdrich in America.So I think what I was discovering at this time is that how much of the writers I liked were poets and novelists, you know, as if they were amphibious. So someone like Raymond Carver, who is known mostly as a short story writer, in fact, was a fantastic poet, or D.H. Lawrence, you know, or Juan Gabriel Vasquez. And I became very interested in how they moved from one to another.And then I came across this great remark by Ivo Andric, who's a Bosnian writer, who was a novelist and poet. And he said poets, unlike other people, are loyal only in misfortune, and they abandon those who are doing well. And I call just love that aspect of - this is the one quality in poets you can trust.SIMON: Oh, my. You write a lot about a dog and a cat in your life, too.ONDAATJE: Yeah. Yep.SIMON: What did they call out to you? What is their untranslated world?ONDAATJE: Well, I think there's a delight in animals that they are untranslated. So you interpret them in the best way you can. Anyone who has a dog or has lost a dog or a cat, there's an element of this great loss because it was unsaid, but you knew it was there.SIMON: Well, in your in your poem "November," I made note of these lines. You write very simply - oh, Jack, I miss your presence everywhere - in the corners of rooms, in every chair. I think it's one of your most extraordinary poems, and I don't detect any poetic technique in it at all.ONDAATJE: No. No. I mean, it was - you know, when we lost him, I think you were just left - you're made nonverbal. And you had to begin, in a kind of different way, to write or celebrate this cat.SIMON: You have lines that ask - boy, this gets at me - will I wear a bell like yours into the afterlife, where language no longer exists?ONDAATJE: Yeah. In some odd ways, it becomes one of the closest poems one writes, because it's not just recalling someone, but trying to reinterpret what was absent as well, you know, or that was silent.SIMON: The book is called "A Year Of Last Things." Do you think about what's next?ONDAATJE: No, I don't actually. I mean, when I finish a book, I'm in a very empty landscape of possibility. I've never really thought about what was next. And I - and this jump from poetry to fiction to poetry to fiction - you know, usually when I've finished a book, I feel, in some odd ways, it's mortal, you know, in a way. You can't go back and rewrite that book.So what tends to happen when I finish a novel that's taken me four or five years, is I want to try and write something where I've never been before. And it could be poetry as opposed to fiction. So you're finding something new constantly to discover.SIMON: Michael Ondaatje - his new book of poems, "A Year Of Last Things." Thank you so much for being with us.ONDAATJE: Thank you.

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