Let’s see if this works. Can I attach a link to an MS word file on my server? > Nope, seems not.

Here’s a pdf of the poetry rubric. It’s a grid of 8 items of poetry technique to check a poem for when editing.

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Dear Friend,
Don’t you hear this hammer ring?
I’m gonna split this rock
And split it wide!
When I split this rock,
Stand by my side.
– Langston Hughes

For four days in March, poets will descend on our nation’s capital for an historic gathering: Split This Rock Poetry Festival: Poems of Provocation & Witness will hit the streets of Washington on the fifth anniversary of the US invasion of Iraq, March 20-23, 2008. We’ll be giving readings, learning from one another in workshops, panels, and meet-ups, celebrating the rich history of socially engaged poetry in DC and the nation.
The poets will be joining together to name injustices, provoke change, and reclaim our language from the spinmeisters and propagandists. This giving season, we invite you to help us break the silence by supporting poetry of provocation and witness. Your gift to Split This Rock Poetry Festival is tax deductible – itself an act of resistance.
Poets from all over the country will be converging, demanding an end to the immoral Iraq War and a dramatic reordering of our priorities here at home – to save our planet, restore our civil liberties, meet our pressing human needs. You can be part of this historic gathering: Support Split This Rock at www.SplitThisRock.org.
[via Poetry Hut]

The active stack of books I’ve been in the midst of, in no particular order because the order shifts continually.
Lorine Niedecker: Collected Works, edited by Jenny Penberthy (my, what a gratifying hunger spot hit) p. 150

they tell me get a job and earn yourself
an automobile – I’d rather collect my parts
as I go: chair, desk, house
and crankshaft Shakespeare.
Generator boy, Paul, love is carried
if it’s held.

and 20 years later, p. 283 in Wilderness

You are the man
You are the other country
and I find it hard going
You are the prickly pear
You are the violent storm
the torrent to raise the river
to float the wounded doe

Tocking Heads by George Bowering. (politics in poetry in Canada. who knew that was permitted).

Every Woman Counts, Governor-General Says
Hear that? One, two, three, four, five, six
                    seven, eight, nine, ten male premiers
                    in this country.
Hear that? One female prime minister in
                    one hundred and thirty-three years.
Hear that? Knit two, purl one, knit
                    two, purl one….

He takes titles and is silly to funny effect. Poetry that non-poets can like too. Another snippet?

Matches Made in Heaven
      In the other place
everyone has a light,e
      and they’re smoking all the time

[end snip]
O Cidadán by Erín Moure (sitting with this I’m getting why people get so fond of her writing.) p. 8

my heart you see its yellow corn
Girl I am, interpret
Or the one I walked with when I first saw your soft engrave
Hot Paris day of an arrival into Montparnasse with K
“walking into the her salt”

The Well of Lost Plots by Jasper Fforde. (a palette clearing fluff. Amusing. I don’t get any of the cross-fiction context references. bet it would be a lot more amusing if I did.)
Within Hours (gorgeous artifact) by Joseph Massey (samples at 2nd link of the unadorned minimalism yet not harsh or sweet or telegraphic, hard balance to stand on)
Global Mother Tongue: The Eight Flavours Of English by Howard Richler (which is etymology lists from OED, not anything sociological or regional as the title implied – which I would have known had I read a review more closely).
The Language of Inquiry by Lyn Hejinian (I lack the hooks to grasp a lot of this but Metonymy, interesting.)
Chicken Soup for the Cat Lover’s Soul: Stories of Feline Affection, Mystery and Charm by Mark Victor Hansen (which wins for longest title and shortest sections both; it’s Reader’s Digest-like)
Eyeshot by Heather McHugh (long hankered after this, and consumed quickly but good for a reread or few. such interesting sound plays and concept mashups.)

The Retort Room
It had tottered for years on the water’s
lip and lap. Some squatter-pigeons occupied its nights,
dreaming of drowning in glottals. Then suddenly
the trucks arrived and hauled away
enormous rusted remnants of
the cannery’s cookery. Inside a week,
the great stained concrete that had poured down
fifty years and twenty feet into the tide

[end snip]
Peter F. Yacht Club #8, which did the Ottawa launch lately.

At it, James Moran, Anita Dolman, and Sandra Ridley who read (double-take) more than was in that issue from her. Maybe it comes in her title for next year.
Current Arc (ok, bottom of the pile hasn’t stirred yet.)
Kingsway by Michael Turner. (soon, soon)

Experimental Peter Payack named city’s first-ever ‘poet populist’ Tanne describes in part that for the $1000 stipend he will continue raising the profile of poetry as he has been…

Payack was involved with the 2000 Illuminated Words project, which reflected poems off of the walls of public buildings.
Payack was also the driving force between the 1976 Phone a Poem program, in which poets were asked to record their work on a cassette tape to which callers could listen.
Before the advent of the Internet, “it was the only way that you could get poetry outside of a book or library,” says Payack.
Payack has even transferred poetry from formal readings—quite literally—into peoples’ mouths.
His poetry fortune cookies, “Poetreats,” constitute what Payack described as “the first edible anthology of poetry.”

Darn, the edible poem cookie idea was already done when I came up with it. More the merrier tho.
[via the news list at Poetry and Poets in Rags]