Showing posts with label Dennis Patrick Slattery. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Dennis Patrick Slattery. Show all posts

Friday, March 31, 2017

GUEST BLOG...POETRY! "Two Forms Of Life" by Dennis Patrick Slattery

























TWO FORMS OF LIFE
Awe is the salve that will heal your eyes. Rumi




A man with a gray face woke

With a keen thirst wanting after desire.

Stillness is so far on the other side of

The dream he floated in last night.



An old man with a white face

Fell one morning into a

Critical morass.

Now his terrain offers few options.

No matter—within the slide show

Of a shallow life

He complains it is someone’s fault

But his words fall around him.  


©2017 Two Forms Of Life
Dennis Patrick Slattery

©2017 http://www.dennispslattery.com/
All Rights Reserved



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Tuesday, March 14, 2017

GUEST BLOG...POETRY! "Christmas Gifts" by Dennis Patrick Slattery

























CHRISTMAS GIFTS



“I have all these boxes to mail,” he says.

His voice is pleasant and chatty in the long line to mail his packages. He jokes with the woman standing behind him holding four small boxes. She is short, wearing a worn hoodie and struggling to balance her Christmas packages.

“Yes, after these I’ll go home and bring in six more this afternoon to mail.”

“Oh,” he says to something she asks him; I cannot hear what it is.

“One day is pretty much the same as all the others. I just live a few miles from here, in Canyon Lake. We found a good deal on the house we liked so we bought it.” All in that order.

I am next in line. I step up to mail my two parcels. I think of the conversation that has now dissolved in front of me.

I want to send a book to the man whose days are all the same. But really, could words in a book of poems, say, be of service to him? Would he even bother to read it?

I wonder if his days have turned into concepts while he was not paying attention; or all the wrinkles of each one ironed out so there is no marking one day from another. The days, now bled of life, are no longer able to shine as

Particular

Peculiar

Laced with wonder.

In the wake of presence I am awakened to something not there before: to pay close attention to the creases and rumples in each day, to note where a button is missing, a collar frayed--all with their own personal delights shining through the ordinary. No, that IS the ordinary—a quickening sense of the quirky quotidian.

Mailing gifts to others, I am gifted by this man, an oracle of the ordinary.

©2017 Christmas Gifts Dennis Patrick Slattery

http://www.dennispslattery.com/
copyright 2017 All Rights Reserved 

Monday, March 13, 2017

GUEST BLOG... POETRY!! "What Still Teaches Me" by Dennis Patrick Slattery


























WHAT STILL TEACHES ME
       Don't wash a wound with blood. -Rumi



Rumi:  What hurts you blesses you.

Me:  Awe is the leaf of a tree

fallen on your vision.

Awe is the way

through the enchanted familiar.


The full moon at 4 a,m,

teaches me silence

teaches me song

The sun at midday

riots through the window

to show me when I am wrong.


Stay with the moonlight.

It is sunlight without sound.



©2017 What Still Teaches Me Dennis Patrick Slattery

http://www.dennispslattery.com/
copyright 2017 All Rights Reserved


Sunday, March 12, 2017

GUEST BLOG... POETRY! "Only Breath" by Dennis Patrick Slattery

Sickle Moon background photo by NASA, image in public domain, an overlay
is applied to achieve the glow on the poetic lines from the poem, Only Breath



























ONLY BREATH



There is a way between voice and presence

where information flows.

In disciplined silence it opens;

With wandering talk it closes.

Breath without words to fill it

invites riches from others’ ears.

Gaze without vision or image.

Filling it up is clear seeing.

Taste without food stocks appetite

for the night journey.


Touch without skin warms the sickled moon

aglow in the speckled night sky.

Life without light gains a darkness

that fills in the traumas tomorrow

will bring.

So for today—let go

the outbreath and all that clings

to its vibrant flow.

©2017 Only Breath  Dennis Patrick Slattery


http://www.dennispslattery.com/
copyright 2017 All Rights Reserved


Saturday, March 11, 2017

GUEST BLOG...POETRY! "Walking Out Of Water" by Dennis Patrick Slattery

























WALKING OUT OF WATER

What sticks to memory, often, are those odd little fragments that have no beginning and no end. - Tim O'Brien



Shed the skin of war Cacciato believed

up in the high country out of

Viet Nam

“If war won’t leave me,

then I’ll. . . .

Shed the bayonet, ammo pouch

dreams that terrified—the whole

backpack of misery up, up

the slippery clay trail, skin

peeled off by a dull knife.


The jaundiced world of woe

tilting the crucifixion resting

on a lower lip,

the stunted prayers of a

pocket-sized New Testament.


Cacciato hurling toward high ground

lightening his load when he

paused to oversee torments of

jungle shivers, futures napalmed

into despair and death shattered

by one malignant bullet.

Up and over the crazed haze

over dazed days when new souls 


once grazed in pastures of plenty.

©2017 Walking Out Of Water Dennis Patrick Slattery
http://www.dennispslattery.com/ copyright 2017 All Rights Reserved

Thursday, March 9, 2017

GUEST BLOG...POETRY! "Story Lines" by Dennis Patrick Slattery

























STORY LINES
    How far is true enough? ~Jori Graham



Appear everywhere.
          Where does the violent plot
of your life cut itself in two?
          Or in scraps to spread
its bewildered parts
          throughout each room
shuddering on its own foundation?
          Plot lines run hidden underground
yet surface in the cracked ceiling plaster
          and along the walls of your bedroom
alarming sleep.
          Lines perturb like itches
or fresh stitches uniting skin
          healing its tattered texture.
It’s not a child of mine

©2017 Story Lines Dennis Patrick Slattery

http://www.dennispslattery.com/
copyright 2017 All Rights Reserved

Wednesday, March 8, 2017

GUEST BLOG...POETRY! "Branching Out" by Dennis Patrick Slattery

























BRANCHING OUT



Early Saturday morning trimming back
small trees from the wooden fence
out front along the property line.
No breeze, thick Texas August air
as I settle into the swagger of sweat.

Something releases in me when
I saw the branches from around the
slats of wood; they fall startled
to my feet. The air is moist with
cutting back, opening the slats of
the long fence to the open air,
free of the pressure of wood.

Some renewal fidgets in me.
The pile of severed branches grows
around my walking boots. It is joy
I have not felt in a life too cluttered
with projects that choke the wood
of my own boundaries.
Joy sighs among the trees.


My wife drives up and parks in the garage.
She walks out to see my slim trees breathing
fresh air unfettered.
I, light now, feel her warmth in
the sun-streaked air
and the trees, so uncluttered now
begin to grow new branches around us
and another story finds a small space
to take root with no fenced limits

to frame its surrender.

©2017 Branching Out Dennis Patrick Slattery

http://www.dennispslattery.com/
copyright 2017 All Rights Reserved

Tuesday, March 7, 2017

GUEST BLOG...POETRY! FROM POET TO WANDERER "FAME" by Dennis Patrick Slattery

























FAME
  ~For Basho



I know that fame will be within reach
when someone begins to call me
by the name of an exotic tree
or a boll weevil recently unearthed
or perhaps an emotion long thought
extinct but erupting now, around
the world, surprising us all.

But what I wish to call you,
beginning this weekend,
is the sound of something
tearing slowly in half there,
where the forest is darkest
where the wind cannot penetrate.

©2017 Fame, Dennis Patrick Slattery
www. dennispslattery.com
copyright 2017 All Rights Reserved

notes

1. photographic reproduction of Basho from a woodcut from 'One Hundred Aspects of the Moon,'  by Tsukioka Yoshitoshi, 1885-1892.

2. For more on Basho’s life visit https://allpoetry.com/Matsuo-Basho 
 

Monday, March 6, 2017

GUEST BLOG...POETRY! "LIGHT THE BLACKNESS" by DENNIS PATRICK SLATTERY

























LIGHT THE BLACKNESS
Silk must not be compared/with striped canvas. ~Rumi




In the middle of a candle
a black wick. Into it a flame
alights.
In the steady cool blackness
light catches and flames.
Light your candle where
you see blackness.
Then your flame will
flicker and bob
flicker and waver in
Delight.

©2017 Light The Blackness
Dennis Patrick Slattery
  

www.dennispslattery.com
copyright 2017 All Rights Reserved


Sunday, March 5, 2017

GUEST BLOG...POETRY! "WANDERING" by DENNIS PATRICK SLATTERY

























WANDERING



Out of the forest
          Of a cramped necessity
I become only what I am:
          Being roiling toward Becoming

          A paradox of purposes
Propels me fore and aft.
          Life is continuous rhythm
Between home and wandering.

No one is not a wonder
          To behold
However one denies it.

Freedom bewilders
          Only when we begin.
I hold the love of you
          In sacred trust
And love myself in tandem.

          Only those are free
Who wander in delight
          Of the ordinary and
Originary without end.

Ask then: what shall I assent to?
          What shall I ascend to?
When you can cease fighting yourself
          You are already turned
In the right direction.

          Home: where the heart resides
And the hearth warms us
          From within.

“Yes” and “No” are polar ice caps
          We trudge between for a lifetime.
The goal of course is
          Within the frozen part of our heart.

          Do not cease the experiment
In the few years we are given.
          To be homeward bound is
Freely chosen, freely gifted.


          Go now, move to the next station.

©2017 Wandering Dennis Patrick Slattery
     copyright 2017 All Rights Reserved


notes


The background image for today's poetry meme is  from a Google Art Project faithful reproduction of Albert Pinkham Ryder's  oil on canvas title "Homeward Bound" circa 1893-94.  Both the painting and the faithful reproduction are in public domain.

Saturday, March 4, 2017

GUEST BLOG ...POETRY! Even Hell Has Its Anecdotes by Dennis Patrick Slattery














EVEN HELL HAS ITS ANECDOTES




Even Hell has its anecdotes
infernal verse in Dante’s
corkscrew descent.
In confusion he
hears the howling laments.
Muddied, excremental
now trapped in place
the shades of sorrow
suffer the entire race.

Charged by the chaos
of self-absorbed love
of souls too small to see another
the pilgrim emerges at the base
of the mountain to climb to the
Sacred Mother.

“Master, what are they saying?
I hear only garbled words.”
Virgil glances back
At the pilgrim’s fraught nerves.
“These souls,” he claims,
“thought God was not within
but only a replica of her or him.”
Gracious in fields of spites and fits
the pilgrim’s mentor coaxes
The poet on.
“Remember when you return to life
use words that retrieve their lexicon.

Only memory will guide you then
between the now of blood
and the fate of the shades’
woeful den.”


©2017 Even Hell Has Its Anecdotes, Dennis Patrick Slattery
copyright 2017 All Rights Reserved


notes

Gustave Dore, "Cocytus", 1857, Image in public domain. The use of the image in the meme illustration in no way implies  artist endorsement.








Friday, March 3, 2017

MARCH GUEST BLOG... HAIKU POETRY... "Loosening" by Dennis Patrick Slattery

























LOOSENING


My ground slides beneath
Nothing to grip anymore
Freedom finds moonlight



©2017 Loosening, Dennis Patrick Slattery
copyright 2017 All Rights Reserved


www.dennispslattery.com

Thursday, March 2, 2017

ARROWS GUEST BLOG...POETRY! "Wayfarer" by Dennis Patrick Slattery

























The Wayfarer

“the idiom in you, the why—“ Jorie Graham



Sing your song in the idiom
          that distills you—
                   bang your drum in the idiom
that thrills you.


If you find a story that catches
          at the shards of your
                   worn plot
chew it up and in.
          Let its spangles carry you
                   until yesterday freezes over.


Sense the cycle of your quivering myth
                   dilating the mouth
          that utters and the ears
that shudder but still listen.


Your voice slyly hidden
                   your vowels arising unbidden
          describe the best parts of you.

©2017 Wayfarer, Dennis Patrick Slattery
    copyright 2017 All Rights Reserved


Wednesday, March 1, 2017

ARROWS GUEST BLOG: PHOTO AND PAINTING AS TWO FORMS OF MIMESIS by DENNIS PATRICK SLATTERY

























I cannot thank Stephanie Pope enough for making space for a series of blogs that she has introduced. It affords me the opportunity to play with the difference and similarities between a photo of a scene in nature and a subsequent creation of that scene in an acrylic painting that I am currently completing.  They are, in Aristotle’s term, two different forms of techne. Here is the background to frame the blog’s content.



          I traveled to Cleveland, Ohio to visit family and friends. My younger brother Bill and I have some favorite walking and hiking trails east of Cleveland in Chardon, Ohio. One in particular, part of the Metropolitan Park system, is Strawberry Lane, which includes both horse trails as well as firmer asphalt walkways that stretch for many miles into beautiful wooded terrains.  Depending on our energy level and the climate, we choose one or the other. On this particular morning, we chose to walk several miles along an asphalt path that meanders through the woods, alongside lakes and rivers and into some rolling hills.

          We are never in a hurry, so we pause often on our hike. On one of these walks, I am arrested by the way the morning sun slants through the trees along our path; we stop to let the image work on and over us. It is a very quiet morning with few fellow hikers and little traffic on this weekday, so we enjoy the silence and solitude as well. After a few minutes, I pull out my smartphone and capture the scene in an instant. I take several shots of the same scene which changes slightly with the sun’s movement and the trees’ shadows. Later I will ask myself: what am I after in taking these photos? It is pleasurable now to have the scene in my phone to enjoy many times. I may, for instance, when I return home, print it out and place it behind a frame to hang in my study. Or I may, after a time, simply delete it to make room for other photos.


             
     Strawberry Lane, Chardon, Ohio
       




















           My question at this point is: is the above a representation of nature? Is it the scene frozen in an instant? Did taking the photo involve a creative act or process?

It is true that something about this scene arrested me: the lighting, the dark shadows of the trunks reaching skyward, the woman walking her small dog, and the  dappled or mottled asphalt path. Did I bring something into being through my framed image I clicked into permanence on my phone?A moment later the light was different and the photo I had just taken was gone. I do not know if I created anything here, but simply recorded in one instant in time a scene offered to me.

          So I have to wonder if this image qualifies as a mimetic image of nature, namely, some creation or even recreation of nature growing out of, as Aristotle believes, a natural human instinct? Or is it more simply and mundanely a mechanical or technological reproduction and I should not claim anything creative about its genesis as a photo?

          Mimesis, as Aristotle defines it, characterizes the axis between the artist and his/her creation growing out of a natural human instinct to make something. Is the act of taking the photo an artistic one? It may be truer to think that the photo is more a correspondence between an aspect of reality, now reconstructed in a medium as close as possible in equivalnence to the viewed/experienced scene. Nature designed the scene and I recorded a segment of the total landscape.

          At one point Aristotle suggests that some mimetic works have a cognitive significance that goes beyond particulars to embody universals, which I believe we can also refer to as archetypes defined by C.G. Jung as a corelative. But I also wonder of the photo: is there a poiesis, or a making of something present in it? Did I make something of Nature through the technology of Culture? Given how one responds to these questions, a third abrupts itself: Is the photo a duplication of nature or a correspondence of it? Sorry about all the questions: I seem to have more of them than assertions.

          So let’s see what happens when we turn to the painting that is in its final stages in this photograph of it.
               
                   Painting-In_Process : Strawberry Lane acrylic on canvas,
          Dennis Patrick Slattery
       


















         
                I want to show it in this form, in process, yet nearing completion. I want to note at the outset that I had no desire to create an accurate copy of the photo, but to revision the subject matter in a burst of painterly license. The painting has been in process for months. It required painting a backdrop of the sky, then, beginning at the back of the canvas (16x20), layering in the trees in three dimensions to give the illusion of depth. Now this procedure is closer, I believe, to an aesthetic act of making, what Aristotle would call both a poiesis and a mimesis. It is a mimetic act. I wonder as well if it is not a mythic act or making as well, for my own personal myth is active in this process—choosing what to include, how to change parts of the original, what to finish at each sitting, and the like. More truly, I see it as an analogy of the photo which is a copy, or replica of a scene in nature, in an instant of nature’s presence.

          Aristotle suggests more than once that central to mimesis is “an imitation of Nature” on some level, The painting, he would affirm, is not an expression of me, the artist. Something more is at stake here in the mimetic interplay of photo and painting. I am not painting my interior but something more, an idea of reality not foreign to the trees and grass of nature and the participation of culture, but more an analogy of them with its own order and arrangement; present is both inflection and particularity.

          Yes, I continue to refer to the photo constantly as I create the painting, but I am after its characteristics, the light falling on the path in a particular way, for instance. The painting corresponds to and assimilates what the camera captured of nature in the photo. But it has its own form independent of the photo.

          Can I say the same of the photo? Does it too have an underlying form given that it is a product of technology and my own aesthetic delight? Both the photo and the painting do not depend on me to exist; they both are independent of me. I mediated them into being. In that respect they are both mythic if one understands myth as a formed expression of mediating two realities—both inner and outer realities that comprise me and which I participate in without pause. Both continue to give me, and I hope others, a certain aesthetic pleasure not divorced from the painting’s achievement.

          When I saw the scene in nature, I wanted to capture it directly, not to own it but to have it as a reproduction of my experience on the hiking trail with my brother. When I chose the photo as my subject matter for the painting, I knew I wanted to create an analogy of it with a series of mixes of acrylic paint and not a little help from my fine artist teacher, Linda Calvert Jacobson.  We all have an instinct, Aristotle observes, from childhood on, to engage in mimesis. Rooted in human nature, mimesis is implicit in distinctively human patterns of action, so both the photo and painting carry a mythic element.

          In addition, they both arose out of some desire, some impulse to recreate both mimetic acts: photographing the scene or painting it. I find a certain, but different, aesthetic pleasure in viewing both creations; each may reflect or mirror or correspond to some universal quality that we sense present. Painting, music, craft, writing, all yield mimetic art as Aristotle observes. I wonder how Aristotle would judge photographs.

          He certainly found both understanding and wonder to comprise deep instinctive properties of being human: understanding because it fulfills our nature; wonder because it involves a desire to learn. I find that there is something to learn and to wonder about when comparing these two art forms, two corridors to making something new.


©2017 Dennis Patrick Slattery All Rights Reserved
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ABOUT THE AUTHOR

           Dennis Patrick Slattery Ph.D. is core faculty, Mythological Studies at Pacifica Graduate Institute in Carpinteria, California.  He has been teaching literature and mythology for over 40 years.  He is the author, coauthor, editor, or coeditor of 24 books, including six volumes of poetry; he has published over 200 articles and reviews on literature, psychology, mythology, as well as popular essays on surprises in the world.



            Visit his website at www.dennispslattery.com.

 


           


 


Friday, January 27, 2017

GET READY! #comingsoon #GuestBlogging #FlashbackFriday

























OUR CULTURAL MYTHS




This January, 2017 mythopoetry.com is introducing guest blogging to mythopoetry’s myth & culture blogspot.  Many of the guest bloggers this year are affiliated with the arts and are cultural mythologers (my term for this mode of being in the world) or, as many guest bloggers like to refer to themselves, cultural mythologists.  All, in some way, have an affiliation with PacificA Graduate Institute where they either teach, taught or did post graduate study.

Given the political shift in the direction the country is headed after the election of 2016, and before knowing myself what the guest bloggers who’ve graciously accepted my invitation to guest blog have to say, I thought it might be interesting to journey with the help of the Internet Wayback Machine, aka, the Internet Archives, and revisit how one of the early internet cultural mythologers, Maggie Macary (mythandculture.com)  ponders myth and politics just a few years after 9-11 during the republican era of the George W. Bush presidency. 

One thing which struck me as relevant and the reason for beginning with Maggie’s reverie written and published initially in January, 2003 is its opening quote. 

The author, the late cultural mythologer, Maggie Macary, Ph.D. is a student doing her doctoral research and the person she is quoting is her doctoral advisor, Dr. Dennis Patrick Slattery. The opening quote to Maggie's "Manifest Destinies" republishing here this Sunday is taken from Dr. Slattery's essay, "Seduced By Peace" first published to one of the earliest of the on line cultural mythology literary magazines, Headline Muse, Dr. Laura Shamas, editor and publisher.
(Slattery, Dennis Patrick. "Seduced by Peace." Headline Muse. 27 January 2003.  headlinemuse.com/Culture/seducedbypeace.htm.)

Although Headline Muse, e-magazine is no longer available on line nor are we able to access it through the Wayback Machine's portal, it so happens, Dr. Slattery is a first contributor to the 2017 Guest Blog Series.  His upcoming blog ponders mimesis and painting. It will publish this March. Dr Shamas will follow with Aphrodite in an April guest blog.

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Maggie’s blog on cultural myths is also relevant to me for how it will provide my readers with an insight into how thinking mythically and thinking politically hang together and how this matters to holding together or not holding together political tensions. Thinking politically, from mythical thinking’s point of view, archetypally inheres. At the same time, each kind of thinking hangs in its own darkness. In essence, this is Heidegger’s de riss, rift or rift-design. Mythically each of us needs the other’s way of thinking just as each needs her own mythical thinking’s point of view all the way.  Politics and myth need each other, each has psychic validity and each as a mode of seeing, apprehends the world—ways of being “in” the world. Politics and myth seem together and yet differently, to paraphrase one of Dr. Macary’s ideas.

The final thought I have as to my purpose for beginning with Dr Macary’s reverie on the myths of our culture is to retrieve and place here conclusions she reaches in her final paragraph.  It is my hope  we may continue to ponder them going forward. 

COME BACK AND VISIT  Sunday, January 29, 2017 to read Maggie's 2003 blog, "Manifest Destinies".

©2017 mythopoetry.com All Rights Reserved 




















Tuesday, April 19, 2016

WRITING ONE'S PERSONAL MYTH #events #Wichita #writechat

























A WRITER'S RETREAT
WITH DENNIS PATRICK SLATTERY

Writing has the capacity to mend some tear in the fabric of our fiction, the storied self that is always plotting its course both within and without.  By exposing to the open air of prose what affects, wounds, emblazons the scar tissue of resentments, hurts, slights, wrongs, wrong paths chosen, one has the opportunity to close the gap or the gape in the soul-holes of one's being. Dennis Patrick Slattery, Riting Myth, Mythic Writing: Plotting Your Personal Story



Friday, May 13, 2016
7:00 – 9:00 PM
Saturday, May 14, 2016
9:30 – 4:30 PM
$125    Includes a copy of Riting Myth, Mythic Writing: Plotting Your Personal Story by  Dennis Patrick Slattery & Saturday lunch catered by The Old Mill Tasty Shop.      


We begin on Friday evening to explore what asks to be expressed and what direction your writing will take you. We may be called to a work that focuses on personal and/or professional growth. We might ask: What is the genesis of this call? What are its terms? Is being called a mythic instance in our life that may re-direct our trajectory? What are the consequences of its refusal? “Not now; call me back.” What parts are we still to live out? 

On Saturday, through writing prose and poetry, we’ll engage several active imagination meditations taken from Dr. Slattery’s book, Riting Myth, Mythic Writing: Plotting Your Personal Story, as well as additional meditations created since the book’s publication, to invite the voice and energy of our personal myth through several conduits of expression. We will write cursively, so leave all laptops at home. Bring with you a journal, a favorite writing utensil and an open heart in order to enjoy this interlude from your daily routines to reflect and write in a welcoming setting and to share, if you wish, some of your own insights and remembrances with others. All participants will be given a copy of Riting Myth, Mythic Writing: Plotting Your Personal Story by Dennis Patrick Slattery.


REGISTRATION
Register Early! Class size limited! To register,  print and fill in the form below then email the form to pbjork2910@aol.com or fill in and print the form then mail to: Pam Bjork, 240 S. Pershing St, Wichita, KS 67218

A $50.00 deposit is required with your registration by personal check or Credit Card (Visa or MC). Balance due May 1, 2016. 
An email confirmation letter will be sent within 5 days of receiving your registration. (So be sure to include one when you send the form!)

CANCELLATION
To obtain a refund on your registration fee, email a written cancellation request no later than April 22, 2016 to pbjork2910@aol.com. Tuition less a $25 processing fee will be refunded. No refunds on your registration fee will be made after that time. 

MEALS
Saturday lunch is provided to encourage ongoing dialogue and community exchange. Catered by The Old Mill Tasty Shop

LOCATION
The Garvey House, 8427 East Douglas, Wichita
(Immediately EAST of The Independent School)
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A wonderful opportunity to dive deep into one’s story!

Friday, June 5, 2015

#Riting Myth; Mythic Writing
























Hunting and Gathering
Seeking the Shards of Our Patterned Plot


A WRITER'S RETREAT
WITH DENNIS PATRICK SLATTERY
AUGUST 28-30, 2015


Every couple years I go after a writer's workshop or gathering around explorations into poetics, depth perspectives or something related to my discipline as a cultural mythologer. This year's event brings together my interest in all three. This year's event is a writing retreat with Professor (and poet) Dennis Patrick Slattery held this August in Santa Barbara and sponsored by PacificA Graduate Institute (henceforth, PGI).

The last time a summer writer's retreat in riting myth, mythic writing was offered through PGI was 2010. You might remember way back then my blogging around that event which I attend. I enjoyed my experience so much I may try to clear my jam-packed summer schedule to participate again.

But, right now, I'd like to give those of you who like reading my blogs an early heads up so that those of you who live in proximity to Santa Barbara and/or have always wanted to participate in a mythic writing writer's experience and are very much interested in attending, might get the jump on the sign-up for this writing retreat. If you think you are interested in attending the August gathering,  you will find everything you need to know here.

Sign up as early as you are able because the class size is limited to keep this riting myth, mythic writing experience a warm and intimate learning environment. Hey, maybe I'll see you there!