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Waiting for Icarus

Originally published in Breaking Open (1973) He said he would be back and we'd drink wine together He said that everything would be better than before He said we were on the edge of a new relation He said he would never again cringe before his father He said that he was going to invent full-time He said he loved me that going into me He said was going into the world and the sky He said all the buckles were very firm He said the wax was the best wax He said Wait for me here on the beach [...]

2020-10-12T20:58:36+00:00October 12, 2020|Poetry, Writings|0 Comments

Rukeyser symposium 2013

To mark the centenary of Muriel Rukeyser's birth and celebrate her life and work, we organized a Symposium and three public events on March 14/15/16, 2013, at Eastern Michigan University. Presentations, performances, and lively conversations took place all day Friday and Saturday (9am-5pm March 15/16, 2013). Attending this part of the symposium requires registering. [rev_slider alias="symp"] Photographs by Alex Mandrila @ alexmandrila.com There were also three evening events free to the public: A poetry reading with Tyrone Williams, Catherine Taylor, Judith Goldman, and Carla Harryman, who will present a performance of "Book of the Dead." (7 pm March 14, 2013, [...]

2019-01-10T20:54:24+00:00December 13, 2018|Uncategorized|0 Comments

St. Roach

Originally published in The Gates (1976) For that I never knew you, I only learned to dread you, for that I never touched you, they told me you are filth, they showed me by every action to despise your kind; for that I saw my people making war on you, I could not tell you apart, one from another, for that in childhood I lived in places clear of you, for that all the people I knew met you by crushing you, stamping you to death, they poured boiling water on you, they flushed you down, for that I could [...]

2018-12-07T20:36:50+00:00December 7, 2018|Poetry, Writings|0 Comments

Reading Time: 1 Minute 26 Seconds

Originally Published in A Turning Wind (1939) The fear of poetry is the fear : mystery and fury of a midnight street of windows whose low voluptuous voice issues, and after that there is no peace. The round waiting moment in the theatre : curtain rises, dies into the ceiling and here is played the scene with the mother bandaging a revealed son's head. The bandage is torn off. Curtain goes down. And here is the moment of proof. That climax when the brain acknowledges the world, all values extended into the blood awake. Moment of proof. And as they [...]

2019-01-20T19:22:10+00:00December 7, 2018|Poetry, Writings|0 Comments

For My Son

Originally published in The Speed of Darkness (1968) You come from poets, kings, bankrupts, preachers, attempted bankrupts, builders of cities, salesmen, the great rabbis, the kings of Ireland, failed drygoods storekeepers, beautiful women of the songs, great horsemen, tyrannical fathers at the shore of ocean, the western mothers looking west beyond from their windows, the families escaping over the sea hurriedly and by night-- the roundtowers of the Celtic violet sunset, the diseased, the radiant, fliers, men thrown out of town, the man bribed by his cousins to stay out of town, teachers, the cantor on Friday evening, the lurid [...]

2018-12-07T20:35:19+00:00December 7, 2018|Poetry, Writings|0 Comments

Waking This Morning

Originally published in Breaking Open (1973) Waking this morning, a violent woman in the violent day Laughing. Past the line of memory along the long body of your life in which move childhood, youth, your lifetime of touch, eyes, lips, chest, belly, sex, legs, to the waves of the sheet. I look past the little plant on the city windowsill to the tall towers bookshaped, crushed together in greed, the river flashing flowing corroded, the intricate harbor and the sea, the wars, the moon, the planets, all who people space in the sun visible invisible. African violets in the light [...]

2018-12-07T20:34:39+00:00December 7, 2018|Poetry, Writings|0 Comments

Poem

First published in The Speed of Darkness (1968) I lived in the first century of world wars. Most mornings I would be more or less insane, The newspapers would arrive with their careless stories, The news would pour out of various devices Interrupted by attempts to sell products to the unseen. I would call my friends on other devices; They would be more or less mad for similar reasons. Slowly I would get to pen and paper, Make my poems for others unseen and unborn. In the day I would be reminded of those men and women, Brave, setting up [...]

2018-12-07T20:34:05+00:00December 7, 2018|Poetry, Writings|0 Comments

The Overthrow of One O’Clock at Night

Originally published in The Speed of Darkness (1968) is my concern.      That's the moment, when I lean on my elbows out the windowsill and feel the city among its time-zones, among its seas, among its late night news, the pouring in of everything meeting, wars, dreams, winter night. Light in snowdrifts causing the young girls lying awake to fall in love tonight alone in bed; or the little children half world over tonight rained on by fire--that's us-- calling on somebody--that's us--to come and help them. Now I see at the boundary of darkness extreme of moonlight. Alone. [...]

2018-12-07T20:33:24+00:00December 7, 2018|Poetry, Writings|0 Comments
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