Hosted by: Sierra College Osher Lifelong Learning Institute
Nevada County Campus, Grass Valley
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Open the door to joy, healing, and fun in this 6 week course designed as a beginning poetry writing class or a continuation of last session’s “Poetry in our Everyday Lives.” Writers of all levels will play with language, write from the heart, and explore hidden reservoirs of wisdom and delight within. We will read selected contemporary poems and use these works as springboards for the creation of our own poems. The atmosphere will be supportive, non-judgmental and encouraging. Designed for writers of all levels.
Hosted by: Sierra College Osher Lifelong Learning Institute
Roseville Gateway Campus
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Come play with ideas and words. In this four week poetry writing class we will explore the power of writing to understand ourselves and our experiences and to bring joy and healing to our everyday lives. We will read selected contemporary poems and use these works as springboards for the creation of our own poems. The atmosphere will be supportive, non-judgmental and encouraging—the perfect place for beginning writers curious about the possibilities of poetry in their lives. Designed for writers of all levels.
Long Days, Warm Nights; A poetry workshop inspired by summer
Saturday, July 30, 2016
12:30 pm-3:30 pm
General Gomez Arts and Events Center, Auburn, CA
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This is the Moment: Poetry of the Here and Now
Wednesdays, June 15th - July 20th 2016
Sierra College Roseville Gateway Campus: 10:00 am-12:00 pm
Sierra College Nevada County Campus: 2:00 pm-4:00 pm
Cover painting by Lin Max
"All that glimmers"
by Randall Jarrell
What a girl called "the dailiness of life"
(Adding an errand to your errand. Saying,
"Since you're up . . ." Making you a means to
A means to a means to) is well water
Pumped from an old well at the bottom of the world.
The pump you pump the water from is rusty
And hard to move and absurd, a squirrel-wheel
A sick squirrel turns slowly, through the sunny
Inexorable hours. And yet sometimes
The wheel turns of its own weight, the rusty
Pump pumps over your sweating face the clear
Water, cold, so cold! you cup your hands
And gulp from them the dailiness of life.