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Catherine Halley

Dispatch from the 2010 Key West Literary Seminar

Greetings from the 28th annual Key West Literary Seminar, which is dedicated to poetry this year and honors Richard Wilbur. I’m filing this post from a mobile device that tried to auto-correct the words “Key West” into “awestruck.” It’s as if my smartphone knows how I feel about being in the midst of so many gifted poets.

My status update on Facebook last night said that I was stalking famous poets. Friends asked “Poets? Dead or alive?I responded by saying something like, “Alive–and they spin me right round baby, like a record baby…” And indeed, they are alive! See, here they are:

Key West

I know it’s blurry, so you’ll have to trust me when I say that’s the VIP section, for very important poets–if you click on the image it’ll get bigger and you can try to identify people. Kay Ryan is here saying things like, “Poetry liberates language from the torment of usefulness.” Jane Hirshfield is too, mesmerizing us with analogies like this one: “Poetry is to our narrow minds, as origami is to a sheet of paper.” There are seven poets laureate here in all. And lots of other amazing poets known and unknown. Find a full list and more coverage at KWLS.org. I’m going to try to videotape the poets if I can, so if you have questions you want me to ask them, let me know.

In closing, I bring you the legendary sound of laughter at a James Tate reading I attended yesterday afternoon.

You can listen to a Poetry off the Shelf podcast of James Tate reading at a previous Key West seminar.

Catherine Halley

Do Non-Poets Buy Poetry Books?

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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.

Catherine Halley

The Printers’ Ball: July 31, 2009

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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

Catherine Halley

Poem I Love: “For Julia, In the Deep Water” by John N. Morris

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

Catherine Halley

Poem I Love: “You, Therefore” by Reginald Shepherd

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?

You, Therefore

For Robert Philen

by Reginald Shepherd

You are like me, you will die too, but not today:
you, incommensurate, therefore the hours shine:
if I say to you “To you I say,” you have not been
set to music, or broadcast live on the ghost
radio, may never be an oil painting or
Old Master’s charcoal sketch: you are
a concordance of person, number, voice,
and place, strawberries spread through your name
as if it were budding shrubs, how you remind me
of some spring, the waters as cool and clear
(late rain clings to your leaves, shaken by light wind),
which is where you occur in grassy moonlight:
and you are a lily, an aster, white trillium
or viburnum, by all rights mine, white star
in the meadow sky, the snow still arriving
from its earthwards journeys, here where there is
no snow (I dreamed the snow was you,
when there was snow), you are my right,
have come to be my night (your body takes on
the dimensions of sleep, the shape of sleep
becomes you): and you fall from the sky
with several flowers, words spill from your mouth
in waves, your lips taste like the sea, salt-sweet (trees
and seas have flown away, I call it
loving you): home is nowhere, therefore you,
a kind of dwell and welcome, song after all,
and free of any eden we can name

Find this poem and more about the poet Reginald Shepherd here. Read Reginald’s Harriet blog here.

Catherine Halley

Found on Flickr: Poetry, Texas

Photo of Abandoned House in Poetry, Texas by Noel Kerns

Photo of Abandoned House in Poetry, Texas by Noel Kerns

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.

Catherine Halley

Poem, Category, Relationships, Gay

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…

Catherine Halley

Poem I Love: Jane Miller’s “Miami Heart”

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.

Catherine Halley

Chicago Poetry Tour Premiere

Chicago Poetry Tour (poster by Kathleen Judge)

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!

Catherine Halley

Lorine Niedecker

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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.

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