{"id":92,"date":"2018-07-11T20:32:43","date_gmt":"2018-07-11T20:32:43","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/www.jimkalmbach.net\/poetry\/?p=92"},"modified":"2018-08-04T18:40:42","modified_gmt":"2018-08-04T18:40:42","slug":"diane-wakoski-offering-to-trade-lives-with-the-clam","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.jimkalmbach.net\/poetry\/diane-wakoski-offering-to-trade-lives-with-the-clam\/","title":{"rendered":"Diane Wakoski: “Offering to Trade Lives with the Clam"},"content":{"rendered":"

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Assemblage: English 350 “Visible Rhetoric” Fall 1994<\/a><\/p>\n

I studied with two outstanding creative writing teachers at Michigan State: Al Drake (a new media poet and novelist thirty years before we knew what that term meant) and Diane Wakoski. Wakoski was able to articulate in workshop what a poem was doing right. This was a remarkable skill. Understanding what you were doing right gave you a sense of what to build on. It also meant that the better your stuff, the more valuable her comments. She helped me shape a narrative voice that I can now see informed everything I did. As she said in “The Emerald Essay”: “A poem is a story in which the images are more important than the narrative.”<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

Assemblage: English 350 “Visible Rhetoric” Fall 1994 I studied with two outstanding creative writing teachers at Michigan State: Al Drake (a new media poet and novelist thirty years before we knew what that term meant) and Diane Wakoski. Wakoski was able to articulate in workshop what a poem was doing right. This was a remarkable … Read more<\/a><\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"closed","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"_jetpack_newsletter_access":"","_jetpack_dont_email_post_to_subs":false,"_jetpack_newsletter_tier_id":0,"_jetpack_memberships_contains_paywalled_content":false,"_jetpack_feature_clip_id":0,"_jetpack_memberships_contains_paid_content":false,"footnotes":"","jetpack_publicize_message":"","jetpack_publicize_feature_enabled":true,"jetpack_social_post_already_shared":false,"jetpack_social_options":{"image_generator_settings":{"template":"highway","default_image_id":0,"font":"","enabled":false},"version":2},"jetpack_post_was_ever_published":false},"categories":[4],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-92","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-assemblage"],"jetpack_publicize_connections":[],"jetpack_featured_media_url":"","jetpack_sharing_enabled":true,"jetpack_shortlink":"https:\/\/wp.me\/pafo44-1u","_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.jimkalmbach.net\/poetry\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/92","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.jimkalmbach.net\/poetry\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.jimkalmbach.net\/poetry\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.jimkalmbach.net\/poetry\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.jimkalmbach.net\/poetry\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=92"}],"version-history":[{"count":6,"href":"https:\/\/www.jimkalmbach.net\/poetry\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/92\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":207,"href":"https:\/\/www.jimkalmbach.net\/poetry\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/92\/revisions\/207"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.jimkalmbach.net\/poetry\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=92"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.jimkalmbach.net\/poetry\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=92"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.jimkalmbach.net\/poetry\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=92"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}