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Finding Your VOICE
Finding Your VOICE
Notes&from&the&Poetry&Student&Workshop&at&the&White&House&(segment&24:09&–&43:45)&&
featuring&Poets&Laureate&Rita&Dove&and&Billy&Collins&I&May&11,&2011&
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Billy Collins
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In&your&reading,&you&are&searching&for&something&…&for&poets&that&make&you&______________________.&
• influenced
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• So&…&&
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o Find&poets&that&make&you&_________________________&
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play
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fun
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• How&do&you&get&the&reader&to&CARE&about&your&story?&&
form
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pleasure
_____________________&of&human&intelligence.&&
signs
• How&do&you&know&you’ve&found&your&voice?&&
After&you&find&your&voice,&you&realize&there’s&only&one&person&to&imitate&–&yourself.&But&you&do&it&by&
_______________________________&different&influences.&Gradually,&you&come&under&the&right&influences&…&
combining
combination
maybe&your&voice&is&the&__________________________________&of&six&or&eight&other&voices&that&you&have&
blend
managed&to&&__________________________&in&such&a&way&that&no&one&can&recognize&the&sources.&
That’s&one&of&the¶doxes&of&the&writing&life:&that&the&way&to&ORIGINALITY&is&through&
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• How&do&you&PLAY&(with&language)?&
getannoyed
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Students&will&start&to&play&once&they&get&___________________________________&about&poetry,&once&they&stop&
taking&it&dead&seriously,&and&the&hope&is&they’ll&stop&taking&______________________________________&dead&
themselves
seriously&….&The&earnestness&often&______________________________________.&
overwhelms play
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a tired
“She&walks&in&beauty&like&the&night”&…&_________________________________________________________________&!&
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My Voice
So … who are your greatest influences? Your job is to pick 6-8 writers whose
style, structure, and persona you want to imitate.
http://www.famousauthors.org/list
http://famouspoetsandpoems.com/top_poems.html
http://www.poetrysoup.com/famous_poets/most_popular_famous_poets.aspx
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/List_of_young_adult_writers
As the sapling continues to grow, it starts getting e ected by the harsh weather.
From the blazing summers to the frozen winters, the tree still holds it grounds, being there for the
little girl.
As the little girl continues to grow, she faces new challenges in her life.
Shes growing out of her little girl phase and turning into a teen,
She never sees how old she’s getting until she sees the tree again,
The tree and her always a little di erent from the last time they saw each other,
Still, saying nothing to each other.
Seasons changing,
One more year,
Four more quarters,
Two more semesters.
Only after this time will the tree get to experience the heights of reality and the girl will leave.
However despite their current situations,
Both the tree and the child aren’t ready to move on.
Visiting one another for that reliable support,
And soon, one of those visits will be the last.
Again, each saying nothing to each other.
After the time is spent, just now does the tree nally realize that it’s not a sapling,
And the girl realizes she’s not a child.
They both grew up.
The tree growing to be one of the tallest in the hills,
And the girl growing to be a amazing adult.
Never once taking in all the time she had for her childhood until it was to late.
Car horns blasting its way through my ears. With out a thought running through my mind, I was
already at my destination waiting to pull onto a parking lot. The sound of a car horn bringing me
back to the present day, just waiting for me to pull into the parking space already. Who knows how
long I had been idling in the parking lot, longing for a distraction to bring me back to reality.
At last I have been brought to the place that I’d never thought of going to in the past 10 years. My
mind racing around, all the sounds around me ampli ed by a million decidables, everything I touch
feels like burning lava, yet a fresh ice cube straight from the freezer. Here I am, sitting in the parking
lot of the cemetery that my boyfriend is sleeping peacefully. I have yet to come to this place since he
was buried because I couldn’t bare the pain.
I can’t describe how I feel. It’s almost like I nally feel accomplished for my doing, yet so guilty for
not having done this sooner. I don’t know which feeling I should feel, I don’t even know why I’m here
in the rst place. It was a spur of the moment idea my friends had said, but I think my mind knew it
was nally time to except the truth. The truth that this really happened, that this if reality that I need
to accept.