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Grand Rapids poet joins Center for Poetry for writing workshop

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By Kelsey Block

“Even if there was a tornado outside, nothing could keep me from sharing the work of Lisel Mueller.”

Linda Nemec Foster, Grand Rapids poet, joined the Center for Poetry during the annual Read a Poet, Write a Poem workshop. Foster studied under German-born Poet Lisel Mueller as a master’s student at Goddard College in Vermont in the 1970s. Since then, Foster has published several books of poetry; her most recent is Talking Diamonds: Poems.

Participants in the workshop read excerpts from Mueller’s book and composed poems emulating her style.

Center for Poetry Director Anita Skeen said she loves to teach Mueller’s work.

“You can explain everything you need to know about poetry using Lisel Mueller,” she said.

Haeja K. Chung, a regular participant in Center for Poetry events, feels the beauty of Mueller’s work lies in its accessibility. “She speaks to me, she speaks for me, she inspires me to write,” Chung said.

The title poem of Mueller’s book, “Alive Together,” captures her unique humanitarian consciousness, Chung added, saying that “Mueller is a poet without borders of any kind.”

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Poem of the Week: “Belle Isle, 1949” by Philip Levine

Former U.S. Poet Laureate and Pulitzer Prize winner Philip Levine recently passed away. Born and raised in Detroit, much of his work centers around the reality of blue-collar work and workers, and he was dedicated to “find[ing] a voice for the voiceless.” Today, we celebrate this exemplary Michigan poet and present “Belle Isle, 1949” as our Poem of the Week.

Belle Isle, 1949
by Philip Levine

We stripped in the first warm spring night
and ran down into the Detroit River
to baptize ourselves in the brine
of car parts, dead fish, stolen bicycles,
melted snow. I remember going under
hand in hand with a Polish highschool girl
I’d never seen before, and the cries
our breath made caught at the same time
on the cold, and rising through the layers
of darkness into the final moonless atmosphere
that was this world, the girl breaking
the surface after me and swimming out
on the starless waters towards the lights
of Jefferson Ave. and the stacks
of the old stove factory unwinking.
Turning at last to see no island at all
but a perfect calm dark as far
as there was sight, and then a light
and another riding low out ahead
to bring us home, ore boats maybe, or smokers
walking alone. Back panting
to the gray coarse beach we didn’t dare
fall on, the damp piles of clothes,
and dressing side by side in silence
to go back where we came from.

Via Poetry Foundation

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MSU Composition project “Voicing Poetry” featured on local NPR

Music at Mt. Parnassus

Philip Rice (center) and Cindy Hunter Morgan (right), with Current State host Mark Bashore
Credit Scott Pohl/WKAR

Current State host Mark Bashore talks with two of the artists who worked on the project. Philip Rice is a student in composition at MSU, and Cindy Hunter Morgan is a local poet and lecturer in the English department. See the full story and listen to the broadcast here.

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Poetry Potluck: Easy Veggie Balls with Mushrooms and Carrots

Food and poetry have long been a perfect pairing. In this section of our newsletter, we share a recipe and poem duo to feed all the senses. To submit your own pairing, e-mail and include the recipe, poem, and a brief introduction as to why they are meaningful to you. This week’s pair is brought to you by Center for Poetry intern alumna Grace Pappalardo.

While I’m not the most skilled cook in the kitchen, I do particularly enjoy coming home after a long day and letting my thoughts wander while I absent-mindedly chop vegetables for dinner. There’s something very therapeutic about carefully separating each ingredient on the cutting board after dicing, chopping, and slivering, and then letting each pile tumble avalanche-style into a hot pan dancing with oil. A recent favorite of mine are these delicious and extremely easy to make veggie “meatballs” that I discovered on a vegetarian-friendly food blog. They are tasty over pasta or with a little mustard as a snack. Making these always transports me back to my parents’ kitchen, where my dad would let me assist in making his famous pasta sauce. I remember my hands always being freezing cold after shaping the heaping bowl of chilled ground beef into spaghetti-perfect meatballs. I chose Billy Collins’s poem as a pairing because it always reminds me of my own habits of getting lost in the moment and entertaining a number of fictive scenarios and musings while cooking. His poems have such a striking way of interpreting and relaying aspects of the human condition, no matter how minute or seemingly banal. His words always remind me of the significance in the average moments in life that typically go unrecognized, like taking time to meditate on the fates of three unfortunate mice while mincing herbs and listening to jazz. (Image and recipe courtesy of Wishful Chef.)
Easy Veggie Balls with Mushrooms and Carrots
1 1/2 cups crimini mushrooms, finely minced
1/2 cup carrots, shredded or finely chopped
2 garlic cloves, crushed
3/4 cup bread crumbs
2 tablespoons tomato paste
2 tablespoons olive oil
2 eggs
2-3 tablespoons dried herbs (parsley, oregano, thyme)
1 teaspoon salt
1/2 teaspoon pepper
Preheat oven to 375°F. Line a baking sheet with Silpat or foil and set aside.Finely mince vegetables and place into a bowl. Mix the rest of the ingredients together. Roll into balls and bake for 15 to 20 minutes. Serve warm with tomato sauce or with preferred dipping sauce.Total Time: 40 minutes
Yield: makes about 25 meatballs

I Chop Some Parsley While Listening To Art Blakey’s Version Of “Three Blind Mice”
by Billy CollinsAnd I start wondering how they came to be blind.
If it was congenital, they could be brothers and sister,
and I think of the poor mother
brooding over her sightless young triplets.Or was it a common accident, all three caught
in a searing explosion, a firework perhaps?
If not,
if each came to his or her blindness separately,

how did they ever manage to find one another?
Would it not be difficult for a blind mouse
to locate even one fellow mouse with vision
let alone two other blind ones?

And how, in their tiny darkness,
could they possibly have run after a farmer’s wife
or anyone else’s wife for that matter?
Not to mention why.

Just so she could cut off their tails
with a carving knife, is the cynic’s answer,
but the thought of them without eyes
and now without tails to trail through the moist grass

or slip around the corner of a baseboard
has the cynic who always lounges within me
up off his couch and at the window
trying to hide the rising softness that he feels.

By now I am on to dicing an onion
which might account for the wet stinging
in my own eyes, though Freddie Hubbard’s
mournful trumpet on “Blue Moon,”

which happens to be the next cut,
cannot be said to be making matters any better.

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Center for Poetry Director Anita Skeen honored with William J. Beal Outstanding Faculty Award

Center for Poetry Director Anita Skeen with RCAH student and Center for Poetry intern Sarah Teppen. Photo courtesy Michigan State University.
Center for Poetry Director Anita Skeen with RCAH student and Center for Poetry intern Sarah Teppen. Photo courtesy Michigan State University.

By Kelsey Block

A smiling face beneath a rabbit-eared winter hat greets those who are curious enough to wander down to the office of Anita Skeen – animal lover, sports enthusiast, scholar, teacher, mentor and poet.

“She wears a lot of hats, and she does it with grace and humor. She takes it all in stride,” said Linnea Jimison, Assistant Director of the RCAH Center for Poetry, just one of Skeen’s many projects.

Skeen has been an educator and scholar for the last 46 years. In that time, she’s published six books of poetry, taught at three universities, and been a part of countless committees, projects and organizations. Most recently, she received Michigan State University’s William J. Beal Outstanding Faculty Award.

“She’s a very important voice in American poetry,” said Steve Esquith, dean of the Residential College in the Arts and Humanities. “Her poetry is outstanding. It can be joyful; it can take pleasure in the world of nature and ordinary surroundings, but it can also plumb the depths of really deep and difficult human feeling and emotion and relationships without being at all predictable.”

Skeen began her teaching career at Bowling Green State University, where she received an MA in English literature and an MFA in creative writing. Later, she went on to teach in the MFA program at Wichita State University, where she received the Kansas Board of Regents Award for Excellence in Teaching. Skeen then made her way to Michigan State University, where she taught in the Department of English and served as the director of the Residential Option in the Arts and Letters program before joining the Residential College in 2007.

Photo by Center for Poetry staff.

Skeen is the first RCAH faculty member to be honored with the award.

“It’s an important benchmark for us,” Esquith said. “She’s an extraordinary colleague and teacher who is adored by all. She always gives positive encouragement, even if it takes a long time to find out where to put it, she’ll find it. It’s easy to say, ‘This is wrong, you made a mistake.’ It’s a lot harder to say, ‘Underneath this rock, there is a really good idea. You need to move the rock, or stretch a little higher for that high note you’re not quite reaching.’ She’ll work as long as it takes to help a student find that.”

One such student is RCAH senior, Jenny Crakes. Crakes has taken Skeen’s classes in addition to working alongside Skeen as an intern at the Center for Poetry.

“She’s really enthusiastic and encouraging of everybody she works with,” Crakes said. “She’s very creative in thinking of ideas and she’s always ready to try something new. She has a lot of respect for other people’s work as well as being an amazing writer herself.”

Crakes said one class in particular had a large impact on her education: an arts workshop Skeen co-taught with professor and anthropologist Laura DeLind. The class, RCAH 291, focused on using oral histories to create a play about Lansing’s Urbandale.

“(Skeen) taught us a lot about how to take truthful information and create an imaginative project that would stay true to the people and their goals for the community, while at the same time being a way to express it to outsiders,” Crakes said. “It was a lot of learning about how creative writing can be used for meaningful and real work.”

Skeen has a great interest in the community outside the classroom. In addition to serving as the Director of the Center for Poetry, she teaches City of East Lansing’s One Book, One Community writing workshops, serves as the director of the Creative Arts Festival and Fall Writing Festival at Ghost Ranch in Abiquiu, New Mexico, and is involved with the Appalachian Immersion Weekend for RCAH students at Water Gap Retreat in West Virginia. She’s also led countless writing and poetry workshops with students of all ages.

Skeen is the kind of professor who focuses on students above all else. When she first heard that she won the award, Skeen was in the middle of the annual RCAH 111 Open House. Her hands were full, her mind was occupied and she was focused on the task at hand when a fellow faculty member, Eric Aronoff mentioned that she should listen to the message on her answering machine. Earlier that week, Skeen had been chatting with Aronoff about his daughter’s application to a university, and as Skeen headed toward her office, she was hoping to hear news that his daughter had been accepted.

“I turned on the answering machine, and it was a message from the provost’s office telling me I’ve won the award,” Skeen said. “And I thought, ‘Oh, it’s not Maya. She isn’t calling to tell me she got into the university! But this is a good thing.’”

Skeen said she couldn’t be happier to have received the award.

“There’s recognition I did a good job, I did what I was supposed to do, and maybe a little bit more than what I was supposed to do. It just makes all those days that started at 7 a.m. and didn’t end till 10 at night and the weekends worthwhile,” she said. “I think it’s such an important award for the college to have an outstanding faculty member among the crew. We’re such a small college … It took a lot of effort on a lot of people’s parts for me to get this award. All of those people who did all that work are people I respect and admire, and they thought I was worth taking the time and energy to put forward.”

Skeen was first attracted to poetry as a child. She was an only child in an Evangelical Christian family until she was 14. The rhythm of the hymns and the Bible verses coupled with the time she spent by herself drew her to poetry.

“What I liked about poetry as a young kid was that you could memorize it. You could memorize those little rhymes and carry them around with you,” Skeen said.

Still, Skeen didn’t always plan to be a poet. She studied history and physical education in college. When it came time to graduate, she realized she had more credits in English than anything else, and she went on to grad school to study American Literature.

Photo by Center for Poetry staff.

Perhaps underestimating the challenges of writing poetry, Skeen enrolled in a poetry workshop at the last minute.

“I was the only woman in the class. Four of the guys were back from Vietnam, and they were writing poems that you might imagine men who had come back from Vietnam would write. And I was writing about birds and trees and flowers. My world, things in my experience,” Skeen said, adding that, at the time, she felt that was wrong, somehow. “But now I realize that my world was not what was wrong. What was wrong was that I took a course I had no background knowledge in, and the poems I wrote were terrible!”

Still, the professor offered Skeen a chance to improve her poetry. She took it.

“The more I understood about poetry and the more I learned how people translated their experiences into poems, the more I wanted to be able to do that, too,” she said. Skeen went on to get her MFA and ended up a poet. She started her job search in the early ’70s.

“I wrote over 100 letters and I didn’t get a single interview,” Skeen said. Still, she wasn’t discouraged – she knew there was a job out there for her if only she could find it. She continued teaching, part-time, at Bowling Green State University until a position opened up at Wichita State University in Kansas, and she’s been teaching and writing ever since.

While she doesn’t always get to write as much as she would like, Skeen doesn’t want to slow down.

“I would have had a very different writing career had I not been teaching. I would have missed a lot,” she said. “It’s always hard to do something for yourself when there are other people out there … Sometimes, I’m very tired, but I never feel like I’m wasting my time. I was always busy as a kid, so I think I’ve just continued to be busy. And I’ll probably continue to be busy when I retire – what is retire?”

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Poem of the Week: “Winter Morning” by Anita Skeen

Cold as the lip on the metal milk can
just come from the ice house

and the ladle dips down
into the frosty pool

sloshing and splashing
from overfill,

dripping a white river
onto bleached August

grass where it puddles
then recedes underground

as I cup the dipper’s bowl
in both hands, tip it up

to swallow, again and again,
the ice flow, the snowbank,

the daybreak cracking,
the shattered light.

Reprinted with permission of the author