In Case of Apocalypse, Go to Chatham...

...they're prepared:

drinking water container to be reused as a commode, found in the basement of coolidge hall, chatham university....odd...

Bring on the Rules of Poetry

Tonight I had my first summer class at Chatham University. This is an experimental hybrid type of class. It is partly on campus/residency, partly on line. Three days on campus-- Wed 6-9pm, Thurs 6-9pm, Fri 9am-5pm, then four weeks of online connectivity, then three more days on campus. This class is called Bring on the Poetry and incorporates rhetoric and performance into the curriculum. I HAD to write down what the teacher, Jim Coppoc, said were his two rules of poetry (there are only two). I don't know if he came up with this off the cuff or if he has thought about it for years, but here they are:

Jim Coppoc's Rules of Poetry**

1. Have something to say
2. Don't f--k it up.

** for the purposes of this class, a poem is something that has an author (ethos) who attempts a purpose (wants the audience to think, feel, or act differently after the poem), with an audience, under a context (where it's delivered, how it's delivered, cultural context, etc.)

They Are Me?

Ummm, I'm not quite sure about the new marketing slogan for Chatham University (previously Chatham College). Playing on the schools new name (Chatham U.), they released a new commercial (which has been airing at least once every 5 seconds...well at least every commercial break, i swear!) that states "We are You." I think there may be a plural/singular agreement issue there, but I kind of like the idea that a Whole is composed of all its Parts..the parts make the whole, without the students there would be no university, so all of the yous make the U....or something...

~S
or...one of you....or them...or...aw screw it