Sassiband, Emma Benito, Marta Burgos, Aurora Burrieza, Paula Pérez, Pablo Rubio
Matera class, Energheia International Writing Course 2025
Teacher: Nuria de Cos
The poems contained in the next pages were conceptualised during the last day of the International Creative Writing Course which took place in Matera in September 2025.
The idea behind my class was to collectively write a poem (or start writing one at least!) which captured the week that the students had spent together and exploring Matera and its surroundings.
I divided the class in two groups and two languages, Spanish and English, and asked the students to activate their creativity by first thinking about the sensory inputs that they had received or perceived during the week: things they saw, things they heard, things they touched and so on. This would hopefully be captured some way or other in the final piece which was to become the poem. We discussed their perceptions and asked ourselves which of those incipient ideas/feelings could work as kick-starters for their poems.
I then asked them to collectively choose a picture from their photo gallery and describe it in as much detail as possible, bearing our previous exercise in mind as well. In the next few pages we can find Emma Benito’s example of both these creative exercises.
What all this meant is that the class turned into a very lively discussion of how to capture what they had lived during that week as a poem.
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Sassiband, Emma Benito, Marta Burgos, Aurora Burrieza, Paula Pérez, Pablo Rubio
En el medio del ascenso del vuelo
dejamos de sabernos solitarios.
Aspirando al capricho y zarandeos
con las monjas nosotros nos quedamos.
Convento de seis noches sin dormir,
vigilia de veladas de relatos.
Aborrecer lo aborrecible.
La fe espera nuestro mensaje entre
cócteles de aceitunas y lagartos.
Los sassi nos ardían en la lengua,
las piedras del Alpinum assaggiamo.
Area 8, refugio del hilo gris,
la sutileza de nuestro cuerpo quebrajó.
Ahora en el descenso
nuestras vidas unidas en sazón,
como una amistad que late,
el cordis de recuerdos nos tornó.
