Poet Juan Felipe Herrera was the 21st United States Poet Laureate from 2015 to 2017. This passage is excerpted from that ran in the March 2017 issue of The Council Chronicle.
[Poet Juan Felipe] Herrera often recounts an early experience in the classroom, the moment when a third-grade teacher, recognizing his silence and shyness, invited him to come up in front of the classroom and sing.
Five words from the teacher, 鈥淵ou have a beautiful voice,鈥� transformed Herrera, turned his next few years in class from silence to engagement. His teacher put him on his first stage, Herrera says; his work now is using that voice 鈥渋n this giant classroom that is America.鈥�
Back in the Michigan classroom during Herrera鈥檚 visit, students had finished brainstorming clotheslines of words, had finished creating a battle scene of frozen bodies and then using that as a writing prompt. They had moved their bodies, broken free from the page; they were loose and connected to each other and Herrera was finally ready for the deep work, the vulnerable work of writing a poem.
He gave them their third prompt: 鈥淲hat are you concerned about?鈥� And the words鈥攁nd the poems鈥� began to flow. The students wrote and talked about tough issues, rape culture, violence: everything they鈥檙e afraid to let out and put into words.
Herrera calls this the 鈥淲hat鈥檚 Going On and What Do You See,鈥� Project, a small way that those in the room can begin to hear each other, to see each other, to become visible in a culture full of stories and images that leave so many out.
鈥淚 want students to discover writing in an artistic sense, become writers, create realities in so many ways, with their voice, bodies, ideas, drawing with each other, that鈥檚 the idea, to touch magic, find magic,鈥� Herrera says.
To those who fear poetry might disappear, or wonder whether art has a place in the high school classroom, Herrera says it has never been more urgent.
鈥淲e have to kick that up a notch: have our students read out loud, engage in self-expression instead of bottling it all up,鈥� he says. 鈥淚f I hadn鈥檛 written, the feeling of isolation would have eaten me up. I lived as a migrant child, on the road.”
“When I came to school, if I hadn鈥檛 found writing, if the teacher hadn鈥檛 acknowledged me, if I hadn鈥檛 found my voice, I wouldn鈥檛 be here.鈥�
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Trisha Collopy is a Minneapolis writer and editor.