Linebreaker Poetry: A Pop-up Poetry-bombing project at Emerson College
Every Saturday at 10am I co-teach a creative writing poetry class to public high school students in the Boston area. It is part of a program called EmersonWRITES (run through the Writing, Literature, and Publishing department of Emerson College)and is a free way for students to experience a college-like atmosphere while building a creative writing community outside their high schools.
Our class is called Becoming a Linebreaker
Since we were learning about found poetry and poetry in unexpected places (through Kenneth Goldsmith and PopUpPoets respectively) I wanted to give the students an opportunity to put themselves and their words in the space they occupy every Saturday morning. I prompted them to write poetic lines on scrap pieces of paper, in all shapes and sizes, that either culminate in a larger narrative piece or simply exist as a bunch of aphoristic fragments.
We went to the 12th floor and left these anonymous lines for the audience of that space (faculty, staff, and students studying and teaching language) to find. Many students are directing the subject of the line to the presence on the 12th floor, while others used the opportunity to focus on the materiality of the project (one student created a poem/game that has a secret code you can unlock by finding all the fragments).
This project links into the larger theme of our class, which focuses on what poetry is good for, the subversive uses of poetry, and how poetry can give voice to the overlooked/voiceless. This was a really empowering project for them and had just enough of a radical edge that they embraced it passionately without breaking boundaries.
Since they are only tacked up pieces of paper or post-it notes, It will only take a few minutes to take all these lines down, and that intentionally makes a statement about the potential vulnerability and immaterial nature of their experiences when placed within an institutional context.
Ultimately, they are putting their words into a space knowing they might not be read or seen before they go into the garbage.
I might be over-dramatizing the idea a little, but I still think it sends a powerful message: even when your words are right in front of someones face, they can easily be ignored.