Special Events at the Spring 2018 Residency

By Katy Yocom, Spalding MFA Associate Director

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The Spalding low-residency MFA in Writing program is gearing up for its spring residency, May 25-June 3 in Louisville, Kentucky. The residency features dozens of special events and sessions, acclaimed guest speakers, and faculty craft lectures. Continue reading “Special Events at the Spring 2018 Residency”

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The Journey and Responsibility of Historical Persona Poetry

By Jeanie Thompson, Spalding Low-Residency MFA Poetry Faculty

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Today, poets are exploring how to engage readers with history by entering the lives of characters. This increasingly well-regarded genre is called historical persona poetry.

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Three Friends, Three Stages, NYC

By Roy Hoffman, Spalding MFA Fiction and Creative Nonfiction Faculty

Whenever I visit New York City one of my pleasures is attending theater. In the brisk days of late February this year, I had the delight of scurrying out of the cold into two venues where works by friends took away the chill and replaced it with dramatic heat unfolding in front of me. Continue reading “Three Friends, Three Stages, NYC”

Music and the Quickening of Story

By Susan Campbell Bartoletti, Spalding Low-Residency MFA Faculty (Writing for Children & Young Adults)

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Recently, I was sitting with a group of women writers, and the conversation turned to music concerts.

“What was the first concert you went to?” asked one of the women. Around the table, various artists and band names were tossed out and the women oohed and ahhed: Aerosmith. Guns ‘N Roses. Bruce Springsteen. Even some oldies: the Beach Boys. Neil Diamond. James Taylor. Joni Mitchell. Carole King.

My first concert? Continue reading “Music and the Quickening of Story”

Missing Susan Sontag

By Robin Lippincott, Spalding Low-Residency MFA Faculty (Fiction)
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The first time I ever saw or heard of her was on The Dick Cavett Show in the latter half of the 1970s. I was still living in Central Florida at the time, still living, in fact, with my parents. If you had said the word “intellectual” to me then I would have immediately conjured the image of a boring, old, straight, white man. But then suddenly there she was, Susan Sontag. Continue reading “Missing Susan Sontag”