
“In high school your teacher made you analyze a poem and then told you that you were wrong, correct?”
Applause. Nods. Agreement.
If at all possible, stop doing this to students. That is why so many people dislike poetry. They feel it’s too hard to understand and when they try, they are told they are wrong.
In my class, I allow students to choose which poems they want to read. Then I ask why they chose those poems. They all have their own reasons, looking for something interesting, the shorter the better, some element they can relate too. And I ask them what they got out of it.
Not what it meant. Not to analyze it. What did you get out of it? No wrong answers, no judgement.
My students have told me that I’ve allowed them to love poetry, to appreciate it for whatever they feel it adds to their lives.
We go over the elements, the possible meanings; but, mostly, I just want them to love poetry again. And it works.
I’ve taken away the fear of being wrong, of being stupid, and gave them the sheer enjoyment of language.
Deeper meaning will come – at their own pace – and when/if they want it to.



I hear a number of writer’s ask about how to get inspired or keep inspiration. I think they’re confusing inspiration with motivation.
If you’ve reached a point in your story where you’re stuck, or perhaps some small thing is niggling at you, tell yourself what it is before you go to sleep.
Don’t read other words like a critic looking for the good, bad, and ugly. Read to discover what the author did well and how they did it.
I feel that it was these two classes, taken nearly at the same time, that subverted my point of view about stories I’ve known all my life. And I began to question things.

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