Gorgeous Ladies of Wrestling
in their spandex regalia parade the Vegas suburbs,
among spider cottoned smoke trees and foreclosed one-tracts,
half-full whirlpools spiraling a confetti
of limbless G.I. Joes; the sun is at high lament, and Mountain
Fiji is barefoot, and cuts her toe on a Sudafed foil.
—Cathy Park Hong has a poem in the new T Magazine with art by Aaron Curry. Read the whole thing.
Skiing the mountain alone
on a day of difficult moods
with snowflakes of rottenstone
at the liverish altitudes
and the bones of the birches pale
as milk and the humpbacked spine
of an untouched downhill trail
turned suddenly serpentine
a day comes into my head
when we rose by aerial tram
bubbles strung on a thread
of a mobile diagram
rose to the mountain’s crest
on a day of electric blue
and how, my enthusiast,
I made the descent with you,
the beautiful greed of our run
taken on edge, tiptoe
with a generous spill of sun
on the toytown roofs below
as on powder side by side
running lightly and well
we lipped and took the untried
—Maxine Kumin (1925 - 2014)
Read the San Francisco Chronicle obituary.
(“Remembering You” can be found in Bringing Together: Uncollected Early Poems, 1958-1988.)
"A kind of outcry of the soul."
Watch Carolyn Forché discuss her new anthology, Poetry of Witness, on PBS NewsHour last night.
The book is a collection of poems composed at the extremes of human endurance—while their authors awaited execution, endured imprisonment, fought on the battlefield, or labored on the brink of breakdown or death—and features work by Emily Dickinson, W. B. Yeats, Frederick Douglass, and many others.
Learn more about the book.
THE POETRY BOX
"Every Sunday, [Dorianne] Laux puts a new poem in the box. Some are personal favorites, like Edna St. Vincent Millay’s Assault, about the beauty of nature. Some reflect what’s going on in the community, like the one about the storm-tossed tree she gave out after a neighbor’s tree fell in a storm. Some highlight holidays or visiting writers, or the weather.”
To do: install a poetry box on 42nd Street outside the Norton office.
Nick Laird at McNally-Jackson, 10/21/13
From the poem “Epithalamium” in Laird’s new poetry collection, Go Giants.
Tonight! To celebrate the publication of Adam Fitzgerald's The Late Parade, join Fitzgerald, Timothy Donnelly, and John Ashbery at the New York Public Library for a conversation and contemplation of poetry.
Get your tickets.
“When we are in love, we love the grass,
And the barns, and the lightpoles,
And the small main streets abandoned all night.”