This week, I will be conducting workshops as a continuation of the boarding school experiences. This time, the frame is the school that I work on. Over the next three days, five workshops will take place taking their starting point from classes held at SAM.

I have been preparing books in one-colour wrapping and copying texts for my students to experience and perform. The plan is in short to open my students’ ears to language, removing language first, listening for sounds, echoing what they hear. Little by little returning to word sounds and words of poetry.

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To be continued.

The Blackbird

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