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Steve Kowit wows participants with writing prompts and his vast knowledge of poetry at Casa De Maria September 9, 2011 |
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CPITS Symposium in Santa BarbaraWriting Ourselves True, our CPITS annual symposium for 2011 gathered veteran and new poets and the general public for a weekend of exciting workshops and readings in Santa Barbara. On Friday September 9, we were honored to bring Steve Kowit of San Diego, author of In Your Palm of Your Hand, to hold a four-hour writing intensive. He also gave a moving and powerful reading that evening along with long-time CPITS poet, Perie Longo who read some hilarious poems about teaching poetry to young children.The symposium brought together poets representing 15 counties, with the strongest representation from San Diego, followed by Los Angeles. Ten new poets came for training under an orientation taught by Shelley Savren of Ventura. Welcome new poets! We hope you can complete your training this year and begin your residencies.
The following day, there were a variety of workshops offered including performance poetry, the ghazal form, and bookmaking. The evening culminated in an open-mic reading for our participants hosted by San Diego poet, Brandon Cesmat. Post reading, Brandon and Neil O Neil of Alameda brought out their guitars and fine voices and created music for those who stayed up to sing and dance. For more photos view
River of Words Joins the Center for Environmental Literacy The international environmental poetry and art program, River of Words (ROW), has joined the Kalmanovitz School of Education family. The program, under the leadership of its co-founder, Pamela Michael, will be housed in the new Center for Environmental Literacy (CEL) located in Filippi Academic Hall, Rm. 250-2 at St. Mary’s College, Moraga, CA.River of Words is internationally recognized for its unique pedagogic model that integrates science, art and poetry in a place-based K-12 curriculum. Since 1995, River of Words has encouraged young people to explore and savor the watersheds where they live and trained educators to guide them with inspiration and passion. Many CPITS poet teachers have taught the ROW curriculum and have had student winners in their international poetry contest. For more information contact Pamela Michaels at pm7@stmarys-ca-edu. |
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10/01/2011, Civic Center Park, MLK Jr. Way at Center Street, Berkeley,Watershed Festival begins with Strawberry Creek walk hosted by CPITS poet Chris Olander of Nevada City where CPITS poet, Karen Lewis of Mendocino will read with others. In the afternoon Bob Hass, Jane Hirshfield, along with students from California Poets in the Schools read their poetry. Cost: Free. See www.poetry flash.org events calendar for details. 10/12-13, 2011, Kidquake, at part of Litquake, SF Main Library, 100 Larkin Street, San Francisco, students in grades K-5 will participate in hands-on workshops with the writers. Susan Sibbet will be leading a workshop for 1st graders on Oct. 12th and Susie Terence will work with 3rd graders on Oct. 13th. Both workshops will be held in the Latino Room at 9:40 am. Also at 9:40 on Oct. 12th, in the Koret Auditorium join acclaimed children’s book authors, illustrators for a morning of readings and discussion designed to help fuel the imagination of kids from kindergarten to 2nd grade. return to top |
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WATCH YOUR MAIL BOX FOR YOUR COPY OF THE 2011 CPITS STATEWIDE ANTHOLOGY, PARTING THE FUTURE! |
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When I Look When I look into your eyes I see a world of wonder, my darling. so tell me, why do you talk in complete sentences, nothing else can do that? What does fear do to eat you up? How can you break the soft crust of the earth? Where can you go in your lifetime? and when will you fight the world and die? Tell me darling, as I look into your eyes. Jared Robinson, 4th grade Archway School, Oakland Marissa Bell Toffoli, poet-teacher From Parting the Future, 2011 CPITS Statewide Anthology MY GRANDMOTHER’S HANDS My grandmother’s hands were torn and speckled with pigment fair northern flesh burned by the fierce California sun. A rebellious knotted vein rose up like a stone. Souvenir from a strand of barbed wire strung to keep the deer out of the garden. Her freckles were an archiplelago of islands adrift on a moon-milk sea. They were Brendan voyagers in curraghs headed for the New World with a warrior phalanx of shields raised up against a common enemy, the sun. But they failed to protect her children, when the melanoma set sail for that country from which nothing ever returns. I remember her wide spatulate fingers that rubbed floursack sheets against the washboard that mended jeans, made dresses for first day of school and how I was ashamed they were not store-bought. I remember the way she weeded the gardens, dug up the praties, stacked wood for coming winter. From her, I learned the survival of hands. No caresses were needed because her love was as fierce as the sun that burned her skin as she labored in the garden or at the clothesline she kept us safe, and provided when no one else would. As she knelt to pray in the Sunday pew, the sun shone on that knotted vein and it was so beautiful—the scarring and freckles, a skin painting of faith and tenderness. Maureen Hurley Poet teacher, Oakland |
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