Live Virtual Group Session: 6PM EDT July 19th 2021

Thank you to everyone who joined for this session!

For this session we watched an excerpt from the stand-up comedy specialย Douglasย by Hannah Gadsby,ย posted below.

Our prompt for this session was a choice between: โ€œWrite about your relationship to the boxโ€ OR “Write about missing the memo.”

More details on this session will be posted, so check back!

Participants are warmly encouraged to share what you wrote below (โ€œLeave a Replyโ€), to keep the conversation going here, bearing in mind that the blog of course is a public space where confidentiality is not assured.

Also, we would love to learn more about your experience of these sessions, so if youโ€™re able, please take the time to fill out a follow-up survey of one to two quick questions!

Please join us for our next sessionย Wednesday July 21st at 12pm EDT,ย with more times listed on ourย Live Virtual Group Sessionsย page.



Live Virtual Group Session: 12PM EDT July 16th 2021

Thanks to the returning and new members of our Friday session. The prose text today, an excerpt from the novel Infinite Jest by David Foster Wallace (pg 175-176, posted below), generated broad then deep discussion beginning with the voice/tone/identity of the speaker. On one hand, the imperative voice sounded like a metaphorical primer for living, but beneath the words we identified a resigned, disillusioned, weary, and conflicted voice that reflected oppositional forces at work (playing The Game while not being played by the players of The Game). This notion of โ€œaware but fatedโ€ seemed relevant to current events: the Olympics, amateur athletes seeking fair compensation, and professional athletes seeking a balance between performance and mental health.

Although one clear narratorial identity did not emerge, the discussion did evoke for us the platitudes of Max Ehrmannโ€™s poem Desiderata and the authoritarian voice in Jamaica Kincaidโ€™s story, Girl. We recognized the inherent conflict of individuality vs. group dynamics, and how within The Game participants may be made to feel interchangeable or even dehumanized.

After an insightful discussion of the text, we moved on to our writing prompt: This can be trickyโ€ฆ Participants shared their writing on topics as wide ranging as growing up in the 21st century, caring for a dying loved one, and finding a kind and thorough doctor. Some of these meditations focused on โ€œfiguring out who you areโ€ throughout childhood and adolescence, which we cited as an incredibly formative time in our lives as we navigate the world โ€œwithout life experience to act as a sign post.โ€ One participant wrote the encouragement โ€œLetโ€™s all give it our best shot.โ€ The collective effort of this sentiment felt like a welcome relief from the trickiness of going it alone.ย 

Participants are warmly encouraged to share what you wrote below (โ€œLeave a Replyโ€), to keep the conversation going here, bearing in mind that the blog of course is a public space where confidentiality is not assured.

Also, we would love to learn more about your experience of these sessions, so if youโ€™re able, please take the time to fill out a follow-up survey of one to two quick questions!

Please join us for our next session Monday July 19th at 6pm EDT, with more times listed on our Live Virtual Group Sessions page.


Excerpt from Infinite Jest by David Foster Wallace

Here is how to schnell.

Here is how to go through your normal adolescent growth spurt and have every limb in your body ache like a migraine because selected groups of muscles have been worked until thick and intensile, and they resist as the sudden growth of bone tries to stretch them, and they ache all the time. There is medication for this condition.

If you are an adolescent, here is the trick to being neither quite a nerd nor quite a jock: be no one.

It is easier than you think.

Here is how to read the monthly E.T.A. and U.S.T.A. and O.N.A.N.T.A. rankings the way Himself read scholarsโ€™ reviews of his multiple-exposure melodramas. Learn to care and not to care. They mean the rankings to help you determine where you are, not who you are. Memorize your monthly rankings, and forget them. Here is how: never tell anyone where you are.

This is also how not to fear sleep or dreams. Never tell anyone where you are. Please learn the pragmatics of expressing fear: sometimes words that seem to express really invoke.

This can be tricky.

Here is how to get free sticks and strings and clothes and gear from Dunlop, Inc. as long as you let them spraypaint the distinctive Dunlop logo on your sticksโ€™ strings and sew logos on your shoulder and the left pocket of your shorts and use a Dunlop gear-bag, and you become a walking lunging sweating advertisement for Dunlop, Inc.; this is all as long as you keep justifying your seed and preserving your rank; the Dunlop, Inc. New New England Regional Athletic Rep will address you as โ€˜Our gray swanโ€™; he wears designer slacks and choking cologne and about twice a year wants to help you dress and has to be slapped like a gnat.

Be a Student of the Game. Like most clichรฉs of sport, this is profound. You can be shaped, or you can be broken. There is not much in between. Try to learn. Be coachable. Try to learn from everybody, especially those who fail. This is hard. Peers who fizzle or blow up or fall down, run away, disappear from the monthly rankings, drop off the circuit. E.T.A. peers waiting for deLint to knock quietly at their door and ask to chat. Opponents. Itโ€™s all educational. How promising you are as a Student of the Game is a function of what you can pay attention to without running away. Nets and fences can be mirrors. And between the nets and fences, opponents are also mirrors. This is why the whole thing is scary. This is why all opponents are scary and weaker opponents are especially scary.

See yourself in your opponents. They will bring you to understand the Game. To accept the fact that the Game is about managed fear. That its object is to send from yourself what you hope will not return.

This is your body. They want you to know. You will have it with you always.

On this issue there is no counsel; you must make your best guess. For myself, I do not expect ever really to know.

But in the interval, if it is an interval: here is Motrin for your joints, Noxzema for your burn, Lemon Pledge if you prefer nausea to burn, Contracol for your back, benzoin for your hands, Epsom salt and anti-inflammatories for your ankle, and extracurriculars for your folks, who just wanted to make sure you didnโ€™t miss anything they got.


Live Virtual Group Session: 6PM EDT July 14th 2021

Thank you to everyone who joined for this session!

Our text for this session wasย the poem Men at My Fatherโ€™s Funeral by William Matthews,ย posted below.

Our prompt for this session was: โ€œWrite an elegy about someone lost.โ€

More details on this session will be posted, so check back!

Participants are warmly encouraged to share what you wrote below (โ€œLeave a Replyโ€), to keep the conversation going here, bearing in mind that the blog of course is a public space where confidentiality is not assured.

Also, we would love to learn more about your experience of these sessions, so if youโ€™re able, please take the time to fill out a follow-up survey of one to two quick questions!

Please join us for our next sessionย Friday July 16th at 12pm EDT,ย with more times listed on ourย Live Virtual Group Sessionsย page.


Men at My Fatherโ€™s Funeral
By William Matthews

The ones his age who shook my hand
on their way out sent fear along
my arm like heroin. These werenโ€™t
men mute about their feelings,
or whatโ€™s a body language for?
ย 
And I, the glib one, whoโ€™d stood
with my back to my fatherโ€™s body
and praised the heart that attacked him?
Iโ€™d made my stab at elegy,
the flesh made word: the very spit
ย 
in my mouth was sour with ruth
and eloquence. What could be worse?
Silence, the anthem of my fatherโ€™s
new country. And thus this babble,
like a dial tone, from our bodies.


William Matthews, โ€œMen at My Fatherโ€™s Funeralโ€ 
from Time and Money: New Poems. 
Copyright ยฉ 1995 by William Matthews.

Live Virtual Group Session: 6PM EDT July 12th 2021

Thank you to everyone who joined for this session!

Our text for this session wasย The Nobodies by Eduardo Galeano (translated by Cedric Belfrage),ย posted below.

Our prompt for this session was: โ€œWrite about the dreams of the nobodies.โ€

More details on this session will be posted, so check back!

Participants are warmly encouraged to share what you wrote below (โ€œLeave a Replyโ€), to keep the conversation going here, bearing in mind that the blog of course is a public space where confidentiality is not assured.

Also, we would love to learn more about your experience of these sessions, so if youโ€™re able, please take the time to fill out a follow-up survey of one to two quick questions!

Please join us for our next sessionย Wednesday July 14th at 6pm EDT,ย with more times listed on ourย Live Virtual Group Sessionsย page.


Los Nadies (Eduardo Galeano)
Sueรฑan las pulgas con comprarse un perro
y sueรฑan los nadies con salir de pobre,
que algรบn mรกgico dรญa llueva de pronto la buena suerte,
que llueva a cรกntaros la buena suerte:
pero la buena suerte no llueve ayer,
ni hoy ni maรฑana ni nunca,
ni en llovizna cae del cielo la buena suerte,
por mucho que los nadies la llamen y aunque les pique
la mano izquierda,
o se levanten con el pie derecho,
o empiecen el aรฑo cambiando de escoba.
Los nadies:
los hijos de nadie, los dueรฑos de nada.
Los nadies,
los ningunos, los ninguneados.
Corriendo las liebres, muriendo la vida, jodidos,
rejodidos:
Que no son, aunque sean.
Que no hablan idiomas sino dialectos.
Que no profesan religiones, sino supersticiones.
Que no hacen arte, sino artesanรญa.
Que no practican cultura, sino folclore.
Que no son seres humanos, sino recursos humanos.
Que no tienen cara, sino brazos.
Que no tienen nombre, sino nรบmero.
Que no figuran en la historia universal.
Sino en las pรกginas rojas de la prensa local.
Los nadies.
Que cuestan menos que la bala que los mata.


The Nobodies by Eduardo Galeano (translated by Cedric Belfrage)
Fleas dream of buying themselves a dog, and nobodies dream of escaping poverty: that one magical day good luck will suddenly rain down on themโ€“will rain down in buckets. But good luck doesnโ€™t rain down yesterday, today, tomorrow, or ever. Good luck doesnโ€™t even fall in a fine drizzle, no matter how hard the nobodies summon it, even if their left hand is tickling, or if they begin the new day with their right foot, or start the new year with a change of brooms.

The nobodies: nobodyโ€™s children, owners of nothing.
The nobodies: the no ones, the nobodied, running like rabbits, dying through life, screwed every which way.

Who are not, but could be.
Who donโ€™t speak languages, but dialects.
Who donโ€™t have religions, but superstitions.
Who donโ€™t create art, but handicrafts.
Who donโ€™t have culture, but folklore.
Who are not human beings, but human resources.
Who do not have faces, but arms.
Who do not have names, but numbers.
Who do not appear in the history of the world, but in the police blotter of the local paper.
The nobodies, who are not worth the bullet that kills them.


Encuentros virtuales en vivo: Sรกbado 10 de JULIO, 13:00 EST (17:00 UTC)

Tuvimos una sesiรณn muy intima y nos fue muy bien. Asistieron al grupo cinco participantes en total, representando a estados locales (incluyendo Nueva York y Nueva Jersey) y paรญses internacionales (incluyendo Espaรฑa y Colombia).

Nuestro texto fue una fotografรญa de Andy Goldstein. Lo primero que notamos fue la ausencia de recursos que aparentemente tiene el seรฑor en la fotografรญa. La persona no tiene una camisa y estรก descubierto. El esta en contraste de las imรกgenes de abajo que son muy planas. El enfoque de la fotografรญa es en el hombre porque รฉl estรก en el centro. El color no es ni blanco ni negro ni sepia. La pared tambiรฉn estรก desnuda. Chatarra intenta en construir una barrera. ยฟSerรก una puerta, pared, o ventana?

Se ve la pobreza, pero la pobreza tiene rostro. Alguien notรณ que parece que el hombre estรก en un piso y las mujeres en otros pisos. Como si ellas fueran las vecinas de รฉl o algo de decoraciรณn. El hombre tiene un reloj o pulsera (algo que brilla). ยฟEntonces de pronto no es tan pobre como pensรกbamos? La imagen tiene dignidad, como si el hombre estuviera diciendo, โ€œEsto es lo que soy,โ€ en contraste de lo que vemos en las redes sociales que ponemos nuestras mejores imรกgenes.

El mosquitero parece que enmarcara al seรฑor. La mirada de รฉl es de apertura. La persona tambiรฉn estรก mirando al fotรณgrafo y es obvio que no estรก incรณmodo. ยฟQue es lo que el mira? ยฟCรณmo nos ve รฉl a nosotros?

Escribir en grupo: Escribe sobre lo que ves desde la ventana.โ€ Tambiรฉn dimos una propuesta de alternativa, โ€œImagina lo que ve la gente en tu ventana.โ€ Las respuestas fueron variadas, tanto en el tiempo narrativo, como el tema. Una participante notรณ que al escribir, esto le permitรญa pensar mรกs y mejor sobre la foto. Al terminar de leer, los participantes leyeron en voz alta sus respectivos textos tal cual los habรญan escrito. Luego, cada uno compartiรณ sus impresiones y observaciones sobre los textos de los compaรฑeros. Asรญ, el intercambio fue enriquecedor y ofreciรณ diferentes puntos de vista. AQUร Hubo ademรกs comentarios y observaciones muy detalladas que generaron un buen intercambio. Sin duda, se hizo corto el tiempo!

Se alienta a los participantes a compartir lo que escribieron a continuaciรณn (“Deja una respuesta”) para mantener la conversaciรณn aquรญ. Les recomendamos tener en cuenta que el blog, por supuesto, es un espacio pรบblico donde no se garantiza la confidencialidad.

Por favor, รบnase a nosotros para nuestra prรณxima sesiรณn en espaรฑol: Sรกbado, 24 de julio a las 13:00 EST, con mรกs veces listadas en inglรฉs en nuestra pรกgina de sesiones grupales virtuales en vivo.

ยกEsperamos verte pronto!



"RioIV PuertaPintada" ~ LAS SERIES: RIO CUARTO (1974), Andy Goldstein

Live Virtual Group Session: 12PM EDT July 7th 2021

Thank you to everyone who joined for this session!

For this session our text was the poemย I Will Be My Mother’s Apprenticeย by Carmen Gimรฉnez Smith,ย posted below.

Our prompt for this session was: โ€œWrite about being the remedy or the anchor.โ€

More details on this session will be posted, so check back!

Participants are warmly encouraged to share what you wrote below (โ€œLeave a Replyโ€), to keep the conversation going here, bearing in mind that the blog of course is a public space where confidentiality is not assured.

Also, we would love to learn more about your experience of these sessions, so if youโ€™re able, please take the time to fill out a follow-up survey of one to two quick questions!

Please join us for our next sessionย Monday July 12th at 6pm EDT,ย with more times listed on ourย Live Virtual Group Sessionsย page.


I WILL BE MY MOTHERโ€™S APPRENTICE

as if I were a hunger because
it is our bleak and common future
to reverse the sphinx. I study the meander
of her logic for context. Sometimes it is
like a poem that is not quite realized
filled with hollows and bursts,
a strangerโ€™s grief and rage. She asks
for home when sheโ€™s home. She screams
for the purse we havenโ€™t hidden from her.
Sometimes we circle the same spots,
and I try to be as I know she was with me
once: remedy and anchor. Iโ€™m a fair
to poor replica, yet still her proxy.

That you didnโ€™t know her is your
misfortune: a hot planetโ€™s core,
late summerโ€™s best light. As metaphor
I evoke a pink, vulnerable jelly,
translucent and containing the past.
I hold it in my hand and against a lamp.
This is our intimacy now. My nails trace
the brown spots that mark her losses.
Beautiful and sad and strange, I say,
because Iโ€™ve made her into something else.

โ€œI Will Be My Motherโ€™s Apprentice,โ€ from Be Recorder. 
Copyright ยฉ 2019 by Carmen Gimรฉnez Smith

Live Virtual Group Session: 12PM EDT June 30th 2021

Thank you to everyone who joined for this session!

For this session our text was the short storyย Girlย by Jamaica Kincaid,ย posted below.

Our prompt for this session was: โ€œWrite a set of directions.โ€

More details on this session will be posted, so check back!

Participants are warmly encouraged to share what you wrote below (โ€œLeave a Replyโ€), to keep the conversation going here, bearing in mind that the blog of course is a public space where confidentiality is not assured.

Also, we would love to learn more about your experience of these sessions, so if youโ€™re able, please take the time to fill out a follow-up survey of one to two quick questions!

Please join us for our next sessionย Wednesday July 7th at 12pm EDT,ย with more times listed on ourย Live Virtual Group Sessionsย page.


Girlย by Jamaica Kincaid

Wash the white clothes on Monday and put them on the stone heap; wash the color clothes on Tuesday and put them on the clothesline to dry; donโ€™t walk bare-head in the hot sun; cook pumpkin fritters in very hot sweet oil; soak your little cloths right after you take them off; when buying cotton to make yourself a nice blouse, be sure that it doesnโ€™t have gum in it, because that way it wonโ€™t hold up well after a wash; soak salt fish overnight before you cook it; is it true that you sing benna in Sunday school?; always eat your food in such a way that it wonโ€™t turn someone elseโ€™s stomach; on Sundays try to walk like a lady and not like the slut you are so bent on becoming; donโ€™t sing benna in Sunday school; you mustnโ€™t speak to wharf-rat boys, not even to give directions; donโ€™t eat fruits on the streetโ€”flies will follow you;ย but I donโ€™t sing benna on Sundays at all and never in Sunday school;ย this is how to sew on a button; this is how to make a buttonhole for the button you have just sewed on; this is how to hem a dress when you see the hem coming down and so to prevent yourself from looking like the slut I know you are so bent on becoming; this is how you iron your fatherโ€™s khaki shirt so that it doesnโ€™t have a crease; this is how you iron your fatherโ€™s khaki pants so that they donโ€™t have a crease; this is how you grow okraโ€”far from the house, because okra tree harbors red ants; when you are growing dasheen, make sure it gets plenty of water or else it makes your throat itch when you are eating it; this is how you sweep a corner; this is how you sweep a whole house; this is how you sweep a yard; this is how you smile to someone you donโ€™t like too much; this is how you smile to someone you donโ€™t like at all; this is how you smile to someone you like completely; this is how you set a table for tea; this is how you set a table for dinner; this is how you set a table for dinner with an important guest; this is how you set a table for lunch; this is how you set a table for breakfast; this is how to behave in the presence of men who donโ€™t know you very well, and this way they wonโ€™t recognize immediately the slut I have warned you against becoming; be sure to wash every day, even if it is with your own spit; donโ€™t squat down to play marblesโ€”you are not a boy, you know; donโ€™t pick peopleโ€™s flowersโ€”you might catch something; donโ€™t throw stones at blackbirds, because it might not be a blackbird at all; this is how to make a bread pudding; this is how to make doukona; this is how to make pepper pot; this is how to make a good medicine for a cold; this is how to make a good medicine to throw away a child before it even becomes a child; this is how to catch a fish; this is how to throw back a fish you donโ€™t like, and that way something bad wonโ€™t fall on you; this is how to bully a man; this is how a man bullies you; this is how to love a man, and if this doesnโ€™t work there are other ways, and if they donโ€™t work donโ€™t feel too bad about giving up; this is how to spit up in the air if you feel like it, and this is how to move quick so that it doesnโ€™t fall on you; this is how to make ends meet; always squeeze bread to make sure itโ€™s fresh;ย but what if the baker wonโ€™t let me feel the bread?; you mean to say that after all you are really going to be the kind of woman who the baker wonโ€™t let near the bread?


Live Virtual Group Session: 6PM EDT June 28th 2021

Thank you to everyone who joined for this session!

For this session we examinedย the paintingย Cumulative Lossesย by Jennifer Packer,ย posted below.

Our prompt for this session was: โ€œWrite about setting things in motion.โ€

More details on this session will be posted, so check back!

Participants are warmly encouraged to share what you wrote below (โ€œLeave a Replyโ€), to keep the conversation going here, bearing in mind that the blog of course is a public space where confidentiality is not assured.

Also, we would love to learn more about your experience of these sessions, so if youโ€™re able, please take the time to fill out a follow-up survey of one to two quick questions!

Please join us for our next sessionย Wednesday June 30th at 12pm EDT,ย with more times listed on ourย Live Virtual Group Sessionsย page.


Jennifer Packer,
Cumulative Losses
(2012-17)
Oil on Canvas,182.8 x 96.5 cm

Encuentros virtuales en vivo: Sรกbado 26 de Junio, 13:00 EST (17:00 UTC)

Nos reunimos 8 personas, desde Nueva York, Nueva Jersey, Florida, Espaรฑa, Argentina y Colombia. Trabajamos un poema escrito por una niรฑa de 11 aรฑos, Allison Jadany, titulado La Marioneta.

Los participantes destacaron la repeticiรณn de palabras a lo largo del poema y la percepciรณn de que la autora es invisible, nadie la ve. Se hablรณ del personaje social que hace desaparecer a las personas reales, de la presiรณn del mundo por ser algo determinado.

Tambiรฉn hablamos de la idea de que la niรฑa quiere ser autรณnoma porque la marioneta vive para quien la maneja. Por eso debe desaparecer para dejar de ser marioneta. Evoca la liberaciรณn de la adolescencia. La liberaciรณn del sentimiento de ser y estar controlado por otros. En el poema las dos posibilidades de escapar son magia o brujerรญa, pero siempre esta la opciรณn de cortar las cuerdas. ยฟQue significa eso?

Se apreciรณ mucha despersonalizaciรณn en el poema. Los personajes estรกn muy despersonalizados, son los โ€œotrosโ€. La marioneta solo existe en relaciรณn con los otros. Nuestras historias, nuestros dolores son nuestras cuerdas.

La propuesta de escritura fue escribir un poema o escribir sobre la marioneta. Se escribiรณ sobre las cuerdas, sobre el otro, sobre la libertad.

Se alienta a los participantes a compartir lo que escribieron a continuaciรณn (“Deja una respuesta”), para mantener la conversaciรณn aquรญ, teniendo en cuenta que el blog, por supuesto, es un espacio pรบblico donde no se garantiza la confidencialidad.

Por favor, รบnase a nosotros para nuestra prรณxima sesiรณn en espaรฑol: Sรกbado, 10 de julio a las 13:00 EST, con mรกs veces listadas en inglรฉs en nuestra pรกgina de sesiones grupales virtuales en vivo.

ยกEsperamos verte pronto!


LA MARIONETA
Allison Jadany, 11 aรฑos

Ella iba caminando,
pensando,
cรณmo serรญa la vida
sin estar atada a unas cuerdas.
Los รกrboles dicen que la vieron
otros que le hablaron
y otros que no vieron nada.
Ella pasรณ por un rรญo
cuando de repente desapareciรณ.
Unos dicen
que fue por arte de magia,
otros que fue brujerรญa
y otros que no vieron nada.
Ella querรญa escapar
de las cuerdas que la ataban
y de ella sรณlo quedaron
las cuerdas que la ataban...

Live Virtual Group Session: 12PM EDT June 23rd 2021

Thank you to everyone who joined for this session!

For this session we examinedย the painting Pink Dish and Green Leavesย by Georgia O’Keeffe,ย posted below.

Our prompt for this session was: โ€œWrite about inside vs. outside.โ€

More details on this session will be posted, so check back!

Participants are warmly encouraged to share what you wrote below (โ€œLeave a Replyโ€), to keep the conversation going here, bearing in mind that the blog of course is a public space where confidentiality is not assured.

Also, we would love to learn more about your experience of these sessions, so if youโ€™re able, please take the time to fill out a follow-up survey of one to two quick questions!

Please join us for our next sessionย Monday June 28th at 6pm EDT,ย with more times listed on ourย Live Virtual Group Sessionsย page.


Pink Dish and Green Leavesย by Georgia O’Keeffe