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Kizer, Carolyn 1999

Wednesday, October 13, 1999
with Allison Joseph

The young dandies drop ice into the drinks,
While the girls slice the succulent lotus root.
Above us, a patch of cloud spreads, darkening
Like a water-stain on silk.

Carolyn Kizer, “After Tu Fu”

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We who must act as handmaidens
To our own goddess, turn too fast,
Trip on our hems, to glimpse the muse
Gliding below her lake or sea,
Are left, long-staring after her,
Narcissists by necessity;

– Carolyn Kizer, “A Muse of Water”

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Read an interview with Carolyn Kizer from the Paris Review:

The Art of Poetry No. 81

Carolyn Kizer was born in Spokane, Washington on December 10, 1925, a birth date shared with Emily Dickinson. She graduated from Sarah Lawrence College, studied at Columbia University as a fellow of the Chinese government and, in 1946, became a graduate fellow at the University of Washington…

I let the smoke out of the windows
And lift the hair from my ears.
A season of birds and reaping,
A level of light appears.

– Carolyn Kizer, “Complex Autumnal” 

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Listen to archived recordings of Carolyn Kizer, with an introduction to her life and work, on the Poetry Foundation’s Essential American Poets Podcast:

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Kinnell, Galway 1999

Monday, November 15, 1999

In the evening
haze darkening on the hills,
purple of the eternal,
a last bird crosses over,
‘flop flop,’ adoring
only the instant.

– Galway Kinnell, “Another Night in the Ruins”

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Listen to Galway Kinnell’s 1999 reading at the Poetry Center of Chicago:

Juniper and cedar in the sand.
The lake beyond, here deer-meat smoking
On a driftwood fire. And we two
Reaching each other by the wash of blue
On the warm sand together lying
As careless as water on the land.

– Galway Kinnell, “The Feast”

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Listen to this Minnesota Public Radio interview with Galway Kinnell:

MPR: Poet Galway Kinnell reflects on mortality

‘Mortality makes everything worth more to us,’ says Galway Kinnell. In his 12 volumes of poetry, Kinnell, 78, has spent a lot of time writing about mortality.

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Kingston, Maxine Hong 1999

Tuesday, May 18, 1999

This well-deep outpouring is not for
anything. Yet we have to put into exact words
what we are given to see, hear, know.
Mother’s eyesight blurred; she saw trash
as flowers. “Oh. How very beautiful.”
She was lucky, seeing beauty, living
in beauty, whether or not it was there.

– Maxine Hong Kingston, “I Love A Broad Margin To My Life”

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Watch Maxine Hong Kingston accept the National Book Foundation’s Medal for Distinguished Contribution to American Letters:

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Keillor, Garrison 1994

Thursday, January 13, 1994
with Roland Flint

I used to do avant-garde dance
With a blowtorch, blue paint, and no pants,
Which many folks guessed
Was genius, and the rest
Left gladly when given the chance.

– Garrison Keillor, “Baker’s Dozen”

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Let winter come and walk roughshod
With sleet and freezing rains.
We fear it not, we trust in God
And jumper cables and tire chains.

– Garrison Keillor, “Minnesota Rouser”

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Listen to Garrison Keillor discuss limericks, free verse, life in St. Paul, Minnesota, and his book, O, What a Luxury:

http://podcasts.jccsf.org/2014/01/garrison-keillor/

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Hamilton, Jane 1996

Wednesday, April 17, 1996

There is no sound but the melody of the dial-up, the purity of the following Gregorian tones, and the sweet nihilistic measure of static. The brief elemental vibration that means contact. And then nothing. No smudge of ink, no greasy thumbprint left behind.

– Jane Hamilton, “Disobedience”

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Read an interview with Jane Hamilton from TriQuarterly:

http://www.triquarterly.org/interviews/jane-hamilton-interview

Listen to Jane Hamilton discuss one of her books, “When Madeline Was Young:”

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Justice, Donald 1979; 1997

Friday, November 9, 1979
Wednesday, April 16, 1997
Vintage poster of Donald Justice's reading at the Poetry Center of Chicago.

Vintage poster of Donald Justice’s reading at the Poetry Center of Chicago.

We have climbed the mountain,
There’s nothing more to do.
It is terrible to come down
To the valley
Where, amidst many flower,
One thinks of snow…

– Donald Justice, “Here in Katmandu”

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Read this interview with Donald Justice from The Iowa Review:

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You would not recognize me.
Mine is the face which blooms in
The dank mirrors of washrooms
As you grope for the light switch.

– Donald Justice, “The Tourist From Syracuse”

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Joseph, Allison 1999

Wednesday, October 13, 1999
with Carolyn Kizer

rather scurry to my driveway to study
the moon’s abrupt phrases than kneel
with bucket and mop to banish shadows
that have sprung up on my kitchen…

– Allison Joseph, “Little Epiphanies”

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Listen to Allison Joseph’s 1999 reading with Carolyn Kizer at the Poetry Center of Chicago:

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Watch Allison Joseph read her work:

Poetry@Tech: Allison Joseph

Poetry@Tech Presents: Allison Joseph September 25, 2009 http://www.poetry.gatech.edu/index.php Produced by the Georgia Tech Cable Network

Don’t show your face in a sundown  town,
or forget your race in a sundown town.
What ancient shame flushes my cheeks?
Reminded of my place in a sundown town.

– Allison Joseph, “Sundown Ghazal”

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Read an interview with Allison Joseph from Lunch Ticket:

Allison Joseph, Poet, Interviewed by Kiandra Jimenez

Allison Joseph is the author of six poetry books: What Keeps Us Here (Ampersand, 1992), Soul Train (Carnegie Mellon University Press, 1997), In Every Seam (University of Pittsburgh Press, 1997), Imitation of Life (Carnegie Mellon, 2003), Worldly Pleasures (WordTech Communications, 2004), Voice: Poems (Mayapple Press, 2009), and My Father’s Kites: Poems (Steel Toe Books, 2010).

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Hull, Lynda 1994

Wednesday, February 9, 1994
with John Dickson

Close my eyes and I’m a vessel. Make it
some lucent amphora, Venetian blue, lip circled
in faded gold. Can you see the whorls of breath,
imperfections, the navel where it was blown
from the maker’s pipe, can you see it drawn…

– Lynda Hull, “Rivers into Seas”

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Read an article about Lynda Hull from Cerise Press:

Cerise Press › Making History Bearable: Lynda Hull and Reading Newark

Cerise Press, Fall/Winter 2011-12, Vol. 3 Issue 8 essay by Sean Singer. Lynda Hull’s love of beauty was so intense that she could risk her life to achieve it…

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Hongo, Garrett 1994

Wednesday, April 20, 1994

At six I lived for spells:
how a few Hawaiian words could call
up the rain, could hymn like the sea
in the long swirl of chambers
curling in the nautilus of a shell,

– Garrett Hongo, “What For”

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Read an interview with Garrett Hongo from Lantern Review:

A Conversation with Garrett Hongo

Garrett Hongo was born in the back room of the Hongo Store in Volcano, Hawai`i in 1951. He grew up in Kahuku and Hau`ula on the island of O`ahu and moved to Los Angeles when he was six, much to his everlasting regret.

No one knew the secret of my flutes,
and I laugh now
because some said I was enlightened.
But the truth is
I’m only a gardener

– Garrett Hongo, “Something Whispered in the Shakuhachi

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Watch Garrett Hongo read and discuss his third book of poems, Coral Road, with the National Park Service:

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Gibson, Margaret 1997

Wednesday, October 15, 1997
with Tom Andrews

I rub the dark hollow of the bowl
with garlic, near to the fire enough
so that fire reflects on the wood,
a reverie that holds emptiness
in high regard…

– Margaret Gibson, “Making Salad”

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Read this interview with Margaret Gibson from The Georgia Review:

http://garev.uga.edu/wordpress/index.php/2015/01/were-really-verbs-an-interview-with-margaret-gibson/

I know what winter is, today
at least, out here
walking the ridge of quiet trees,
heavyhearted and close to
mistaking for grief this snow
on my eyelid. But enough–

– Margaret Gibson, “Earth Elegy”

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Watch Margaret Gibson read some of her poetry:

Guilford Poets Guild Presents Margaret Gibson

Uploaded by GCTVGuilford on 2015-07-05.

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