
Do you know any non-poets who buy poetry books? If so, what books do they buy? Anthologies? Books by particular poets? What influences their decision to buy those books? I ask because there was an interesting discussion going on about this over at WOMPO–the Women’s Poetry Listserve.

Get ready for the fifth annual Printers’ Ball, the completely free, open-to-the-public print festival taking place this coming weekend.
What is The Printers’ Ball, you ask?
Officially, The Printers’ Ball is “one of the largest celebrations of print culture in the country,” which in my fantasy includes people wandering around wearing ink-stained paper dresses and tuxedos. Apparently that’s not far from the truth. The organizers—folks at Poetry magazine, Columbia College Chicago and the Center for Book & Paper Arts–tell me there will be an origami ball gown made of recycled magazines, poet-trees, paper statuary and lots of activities that “take print back to its roots”. In short, it’s a paper-lover’s paradise.
Come on down and get your hands dirty making paper and rubber stamps, or stay clean and watch book binding, letterpress, silkscreen and offset printing demonstrations. Lazy bones are invited to sit around and drink microbrew beer at readings sponsored by the participating publications.
Find out more about it and watch some sneak peak preview video at The Chicago Poetry Calendar.
Check back next week for a report and pictures from the field.
Details:
The Printers’ Ball (not to be confused with the Printer’s Row Lit Fest)
Friday July 31
5:00 to 11:00 pm
Columbia College of Chicago – Center for Book & Paper Arts
Ludington Building
1104 South Wabash Avenue
Chicago
The first real live poem I ever remember hearing aloud is “For Julia, In the Deep Water” by John N. Morris. It’s about my friend Julia. Her dad was a poet, which was weird when you were a kid. If memory serves, Dr. Morris came to school and read this poem to our sixth grade class. The poem was first published in the New Yorker in 1976 and later in the volume “The Glass Houses”, after which I thought Billy Joel named his album. Although Morris published quite a bit in Poetry, he’s not in our online archive yet.
For Julia, In the Deep Water
The instructor we hire
because she does not love you
Leads you into the deep water,
The deep end
Where the water is darker—
Her open, encouraging arms
That never get nearer
Are merciless for your sake.
You will dream this water always
Where nothing draws nearer,
Wasting your valuable breath
You will scream for your mother—
Only your mother is drowning
Forever in the thin air
Down at the deep end.
She is doing nothing,
She never did anything harder.
And I am beside her.
I am beside her in this imagination.
We are waiting
Where the water is darker.
You are over your head,
Screaming, you are learning
Your way toward us,
You are learning how
In the helpless water
It is with our skill
We live in what kills us.
—John N. Morris
I knew Reginald ages ago in Iowa City. As my mother’d say (hi Mom!), he was quite a character. In this poem and in others, I admire his use of assonance, alliteration, internal near rhyme and…botany. In his first book, Some Are Drowning, doesn’t he use the names of flowers to describe Kaposi’s sarcoma blossoming on someone’s skin?
For Robert Philen
Find this poem and more about the poet Reginald Shepherd here. Read Reginald’s Harriet blog here.
Look at this beautiful thing–there’s a place called Poetry, Texas. Anyone ever been?
Noel Kerns has.
One of my coworkers just reminded me that Poetry, Texas is included in a slide show of poetry in the landscape that we have on the site.
As you might know, it’s gay, lesbian, bisexual, transgender month here in the good old U.S. of A. In the hope of promoting some quality queer poetry and some quality queer poems here on the poetryfoundation.org, we’ve got a section of our Poetry Tool dedicated to “gay” poems, whatever that means.
Let’s say we decide to include poems based on the subject matter regardless of the poet’s purported or claimed orientation. What’s missing from our list? I don’t mean to ask what are the best queer poems about love, though I’m interested in that too. I mean what’s in our Poetry Tool already that’s not tagged as a gay poem and should be?
You might start by browsing around what’s listed under the broader categories of poems about relationships or poems about love and desire. But we have over 8,500 poems in the archive, so we wouldn’t be surprised if you found them elsewhere too…
I once heard Jane Miller recite this poem in a large amphitheater in the Midwest where I swear she read the whole thing in one breath. I love the pace of the poem–how it speeds up, slows down, and finally ends in a rich silence–and what I take to be its clever allusion to Denise Levertov’s “O Taste and See” and Wordsworth’s “The World is Too Much with Us“.
Miami Heart
In a long text, on live tv, in an amphitheater, in the soil,
after the post-moderns, after it is still proven
you can get a smile out of a pretty girl,
after the meta-ritual lectures,
after the flock to further awareness bends “south,”
and Heinz switches to plastic squeeze bottles,
as one flies into St. Louis listening to Lorca’s “Luna, luna, luna…,”
beyond Anacin time,
after, God help us, the dishwasher is emptied again,
and Miss America, Miss Mississippi, reveals she has entered 100 pageants
since age six,
Packer’s ball, first down after a fumble,
the corn detassled,
the assembly of enthusiasms awakened,
and we meet in a car by the river
not not kissing, considering
making love, visiting Jerusalem, the awful daily knowledge
we have to die in a hospital on the sixth floor, in a lecture, on live tv,
or in an amphitheater at half-time,
at one’s parents’ condo, over pasta,
in a strange relative’s arms, in debt, along the coast, staring
at a lighthouse, the heart bumping, bumping the old pebble up the old spine,
a squirrel scared up a sycamore by an infant,
along this stench of humility, along that highway of come,
charge card in hand,
I shall give my time freely
and the more I dissemble the more I resemble
and the more I order the more I reveal I hide,
the better, the faster
I sleep the more I remember
to go elsewhere,
a movie, excuse me, now I must whisper
not to disturb the patrons,
now I must drive, now park, tramp to the edge of the world,
roughness, ferocity, cannibalism,
bite, chew, transmogrify,
inside the lungs the little revolutionaries, between the thighs the reflex
it’s too this, it’s too that, it’s not enough,
similarly, and more particularly, it’s raw twice over,
it’s the imagination draining its husks, left-handed,
because comparison is motive, which is why
one writes with one’s desire.
Find “Miami Heart” and more Jane Miller poems here.

Chicago Poetry Tour (poster by Kathleen Judge)
If you’re in Chicago this weekend, head to the Printers’ Row Lit Fest, where you can browse tons of books, hear all kinds of authors, and explore the treasures and charms of the Printers Row district.
At the Arts & Poetry Stage on Saturday, from 5:00 to 6:00 PM, the Poetry Foundation is presenting the Chicago Poetry Tour Premiere, a reading to celebrate the launch of the Chicago Poetry Tour, our new multi-media tour of poetry written in and about Chicago. (Have you taken it yet? If not, you must!) It promises to be quite the showcase of Chicago poetry; here’s the complete line-up:
Danielle Chapman
Marion Coleman
Stuart Dybek
Reginald Gibbons
Bucky Halker
Gretchen Kalwinski
Quraysh Ali Lansana
Haki Madhubuti
Molly Meacham
Peter O’Leary
Bill Savage
Marc Smith
Ellen Wadey
Christian Wiman
Stephen Young
Please join us!

A few weeks ago, I got a tip from a coworker that a documentary film about Lorine Niedecker was being shown at Loyola University. I used to be the only person I knew who knew who Lorine Niedecker was, so naturally I had to drop everything I was doing to go see the film. I’m glad I did. The film, Immortal Cupboard: In Search of Lorine Niedecker, is written and directed by Cathy Cook. It’s full of gorgeous photography of Wisconsin flora and fauna, and offers an interesting if selective introduction to Niedecker’s life and work. In this case, seeing is hearing, and I’d recommend it to people who want help hearing her poems. The blank space in her poems is well-served by the nature shots that comprise the film.
The film made me reread her for the first time in a long while, and discover how relevant she still is. “Poet’s work“, ironically, is a poem that sees in poetry a trade from which there are no layoffs. More of her work can be found here.

How the Air Force Handles Blog Wars
Ten years ago, I ran a site for teenage girls with over 4 million registered users. We had at least a million teenage girls posting on our discussion boards, especially the poetry board. Every once in a while, we’d have to “bozo” one of the mean girl commenters, which meant she could keep on posting till she was blue in the face, but she was the only person who saw her posts.
For a minute there, when the Harriet comments section resembled a roller derby, we thought about bozo-ing a few of you. Instead, we thought we’d share a few Harriet statistics and pose a question.
Harriet accounts for about 3% of poetryfoundation.org traffic. Guess what gets the most traffic by a long shot? Love poetry. More on that in another post.
Here in our little Harriet pond, we had 39 blog posts in the month of March, which generated about 829 comments. About 30% of those comments where generated by just three people. We don’t have hard data for how many people are on Harriet each month, but it’s certainly more than three. Yet too often, it seems, the comments section devolves into a spitting contest between a small handful of people.
We’d love to hear what a conversation between a larger group of poetry lovers would sound like. To that end, we’re going to be experimenting with the format of the comments section in the coming weeks. In the meantime, if you have ideas for how to open up the discussion here, please feel free to share them.
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