{"id":718,"date":"2014-03-10T15:07:09","date_gmt":"2014-03-10T22:07:09","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/thewritespot.us\/marlenecullenblog\/?p=718"},"modified":"2014-03-10T15:07:09","modified_gmt":"2014-03-10T22:07:09","slug":"i-am-from-prompt-52","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/thewritespot.us\/marlenecullenblog\/i-am-from-prompt-52\/","title":{"rendered":"I am from . . . Prompt #52"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>Based on the poem, &#8220;Where I&#8217;m From,&#8221; by George Ella Lyon.<\/p>\n<p>Learn more about this woman, with the unusual name (for a woman):\u00a0 <a title=\"George Ella Lyon\" href=\"http:\/\/www.georgeellalyon.com\/where.html\" target=\"_blank\">George Ella Lyon<\/a>.<\/p>\n<p>&#8220;In the summer of 1993, I decided to see what would happen if I made my own where-I&#8217;m-from lists, which I did, in a black and white speckled composition book. I edited them into a poem \u2014 not my usual way of working \u2014 but even when that was done I kept on making the lists. The process was too rich and too much fun to give up after only one poem. Realizing this, I decided to try it as an exercise with other writers, and it immediately took off. The list form is simple and familiar, and the question of where you are from reaches deep.&#8221;\u00a0\u00a0 George Ella Lyon<\/p>\n<p><a href=\" http:\/\/www.youtube.com\/watch?v=ZdnHl_yW1dQ\" target=\"_blank\">Watch and listen<\/a> to George read her poem.<\/p>\n<p>Note from Marlene:\u00a0 I had the good fortune to first hear this poem at a writing workshop with <a title=\"Pat Schneider\" href=\"http:\/\/patschneider.com\/\" target=\"_blank\">Pat Schneider<\/a>. I&#8217;ve written on this prompt many times . . . each time I feel closer to the family I inherited.<\/p>\n<p>I am from . . . Prompt #52<\/p>\n<p><a href=\"http:\/\/thewritespot.us\/marlenecullenblog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2014\/03\/tonga.jpg\"><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" class=\"alignnone size-medium wp-image-719\" alt=\"tonga\" src=\"http:\/\/thewritespot.us\/marlenecullenblog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2014\/03\/tonga-222x300.jpg\" width=\"222\" height=\"300\" srcset=\"https:\/\/thewritespot.us\/marlenecullenblog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2014\/03\/tonga-222x300.jpg 222w, https:\/\/thewritespot.us\/marlenecullenblog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2014\/03\/tonga-760x1024.jpg 760w, https:\/\/thewritespot.us\/marlenecullenblog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2014\/03\/tonga.jpg 1167w\" sizes=\"auto, (max-width: 222px) 100vw, 222px\" \/><\/a><\/p>\n<p>Prom, Tonga Room, Fairmont Hotel, San Francisco, 1965<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Based on the poem, &#8220;Where I&#8217;m From,&#8221; by George Ella Lyon. 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