Ignatow, David 1983
Interesting that I have to live with my skeleton.
It stands, prepared to emerge, and I carry it
with me–this other thing I will become at death,
and yet it keeps me erect and limber in my walk,
my rival.
– David Ignatow, “My skeleton, my rival”
Read this interview with David Ignatow from the Paris Review:
The Art of Poetry No. 23
Photograph by LaVerne Harrell Clark 02/17/1971 David Ignatow keeps an apartment in Queens close to York College where he teaches-four small rooms with bare walls. The windows of the living-room look out on a quaint cemetery dating back to the late 1700s. On its far side runs the BMT J…
I carry my keys like a weapon,
their points bunched together
and held outwards in the palm
for a step too close behind me
as I approach the subway through the
dark.
– David Ignatow, “To Nowhere”
Listen to David Ignatow read his poem, “What about dying:”
David Ignatow reads What about dying
David Ignatow reads his poem What about dying.
