Woldman, Scott 2007
Watch a clip from Scott Woldman’s play, “Beaten:”
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Rain to which I wake
Cold into which I go
Little song, little song…
– Christian Wiman, “Outer Banks”
Read this interview with Christian Wiman from Christianity Today:
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Wiman’s Baptist faith lay dormant until love and cancer unearthed it.
Do you remember the rude nudists?
Lazing easy in girth and tongue,
wet slops and smacks of flesh as they buttered every crevice.
– Christian Wiman, “Do You Remember the Rude Nudists”
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Water meanders
to prairie potholes,
throws cordgrass
into switchbacks
as we push past
bramble and scare
a whistling wheel
of geese into air.
– Leila Wilson, “What Is the Field?”
Read this interview with Leila Wilson from The Knox Writers’ House:
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Some land lives
so water can comb
it into grids. This
is why lowlands
tilt still toward
the sea. This so
– Leila Wilson, “Nether”
Go find a jukebox
And see what a quarter will do
I don’t wanna talk
I just wanna go back to the blue
– Lucinda Williams, “Blue”
Some of what we do, we do
to make things happen,
the alarm to wake us up, the coffee to perc,
the car to start.
– Miller Williams, “Love Poem with Toast”
Read this interview with Lucinda Williams from The Believer:
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When I was a boy and a man would die
we’d say a verse when the hearse went by
one car two car three car four
someone knocking on the devil’s door.
– Miller Williams, “June Twenty, Three Days After”
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Watch Christine Wertheim read some of her poetry:
Read about Christine Wertheim’s project, Crochet Coral Reef:
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The robin is so quarrelsome. He barks to no one in the trees;
he fluffs his body twice its size and rattles in the leaves.
He doesn’t know or won’t accept the nest is empty now,
the eggs a tatter on the ground.
– Bruce Weigl, “Pastoral as Complaint”
Read this interview with Bruce Weigl from Memorious Journal:
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Because this evening Miss Hoang Yen
sat down with me in the small
tiled room of her family house
I am unable to sleep.
– Bruce Weigl, “Her Life Runs Like a Red Silk Flag”
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Watch Deke Weaver read some of his work:
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The naked sound of the body sounds
Like a trumpet. I announce a new world
In which your madness and my madness
At the point of a needle, is my love, spinning.
– Valerie Wallace, “Silhouette for the 21st Century”
Read this interview with Valerie Wallace from the Chicago Review of Books:
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Beauty is an accusation. Nature
Herself has turned metaphysical.
Skull bears witness, proper
& perfect. Viper to socket, startles
me into alertness.
– Valerie Wallace, “Small Seams”
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Sweet tones conjure
no song but
this
old vintaged
one –
– Anne Waldman, “She–Who–Must–Explicate”
Listen to Anne Waldman’s 2002 reading for the Poetry Center of Chicago:
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Spooky summer on the horizon I’m gazing at
from my window into the streets
That’s where it’s going to be where everyone is
walking around, looking around out in the open
suspecting each other’s heart to open fire
all over the streets
– Anne Waldman, “Revolution”
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