"But is inclusion the solution? Black Mountain College was, after all, a place that valued and practiced inclusion, if in a very limited way. But it was also a place where women had fingers dug into their scalps, where they were scrutinized as questionable characters, where they fed their babies in the freezing cold. These stories remind us that inclusion does not mean equity."
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What Sparks Poetry:
Vahni Capildeo on Martin Carter’s “This Is the Dark Time My Love” “When did you—when does anyone—start writing poetry; or, when would you call the things, the scribbles, the utterances that you make or break, 'poetry?' When they are very young, a lot of people make up rhymes, or become attached to reciting mundane or magical-seeming phrases. Children may take pleasure in exclamations, swear words, and other fragments collaged from the grown-up world of overheard speech. If those contain the early sparks of poetry, for many Caribbean readers Martin Carter is a contributor to the flame." |
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