Joe Weil

The Book of Knowledge

January 1, 2013
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So, thus far, I am both annoyed and delighted all at once, and I have a sneaking suspicion the poet would not mind that I be both annoyed (or irritated/agitated like a clam) and delighted all at once.

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A Primer on Writing and Imagery (for those who want it)

December 19, 2012
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You will hear in workshops: “Show, don’t tell,” but that’s a bunch of malarkey. It should be: “Show what tells.”

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What Is This Thing Called Free Verse? (A primer for those who want it)

December 13, 2012
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Poets want to get away with murder.

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Notes and jottings for a work on the evolution of intuition and sensation in modernist / post-modernist poetry

November 28, 2012
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No motion has she now, no force / she neither hears nor sees

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Phronesis and Redux

November 7, 2012
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Whim as a form of virtue, constancy as grace.

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Contemplation on Mercy

October 31, 2012
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Mercy, unlike good manners or social nicety, can exist in hell.

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Freedom and The Arts

October 24, 2012
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When I was young, I wanted to stain the world with my permanence which is why, I suppose I became a poet.

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On a Flannel Shirt, Which I am Grateful for

October 17, 2012
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My dad dresses like Jack Kerouac–or, rather, Jack Kerouac, and Jackson Pollack, and all those guys dress like my dad: working clothes, work boots. The difference is my father doesn’t write novels. he works 12 hour days in a paper factory, comes home to throw the ball around with me, is sometimes so tired that he falls asleep eating supper at the kitchen table.

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Poetry Monk

October 3, 2012
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Sometimes I no longer desire to teach the way I have been teaching–not because I am ungrateful, but because I wish to do a fair day’s work.

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How I Stumbled Into Teaching In The Arts

September 26, 2012
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I can talk to kids all day. They interest me. They will never pretend to like you. For that I am forever grateful.

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Learning from Arbitrary Grids

September 19, 2012
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We can enter a poem in an almost limitless number of ways–through its imagery, its social underpinnings, its meaning, its rhythms, its sentence structure, its line breaks.

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Poetry Editing: A Rubric

September 13, 2012
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After writing a poem (never during or before the poem), ask yourself these questions.

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Nat King Cole’s Genius

September 5, 2012
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Cole does not get enough credit for his piano playing, but then again, how do you give genius enough credit?

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Thoughts on George Oppen

August 29, 2012
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That morning I walked home reciting Oppen’s poem to myself, and I could not wear out the truth of it, or stop the overwhelming sense of grief and anger I felt, but also awe–awe at the child’s calm, her soft little voice, poor Kenny’s deep animal moan when her flesh sloughed off in his hand.

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A Catholic Poet, Part II: Reversal of Values

August 22, 2012
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The world, while God-created (parent), God redeemed (child), and God haunted/inspired (Holy Spirit), is certainly not God oriented: it is motley, hidden away from God behind a thousand conflicting tropes of willfulness and streben.

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The Ruined American Male: Robert Creeley

August 15, 2012
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A sort of mystical reticence which, to tin ears, seems non-existent, but is the gobbled and cobbled and ruined talk of the American male.

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