I was going to write about something else today, but as my Modern and Contemporary Poetry class ended yesterday and I received the feedback of our final assignment, thought I would post it here today.
Next week is that food fest we call Thanksgiving. It is when my husband will drive down to Alabama to bring home my youngest son, when my elderly aunt and clan will be in Atlanta for fellowship, when families from near and far will gather together to fellowship, and eat.
Yet for some, for many, there will be no turkey and all the fixings, no pound cake, no greens, nothing.
It was for that reason and the hunger around us that I chose to revisit one of my own poems for the class assignment. We were to either take a poet's work we studied in class or one of our own, create our spine and run the work through John Cage's mesostic. Alternately, we could take one of our own works or one in class and do a Bernadette Mayer assignment like Lori Widmer did with her piece, Mother's Change. I chose the former.
The title for the piece was The Hunger of
The original poem and the mesostic is below, followed by the essay, and the peer reviewed comments:
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