8.25.2009

RIBUTE SHOW to DAVID BROMIGE

August 26, 2009 7:00 p.m.

Katherine Hastings presents a one-hour tribute to the late poet David Bromige. The author of dozens of books and the recipient of many literary honors, David Bromige was also a former Poet Laureate of Sonoma County, a professor at Sonoma State University, and a mentor to many. His experimental style and sharp wit translated to a large collection of work so varied that the poems could easily be mistaken as the work of many. Born in London in 1933, Bromige died in Sebastopol in June of this year. Participating in tonight's program will be his wife, Cecelia Belle, their daughter, Margaret, and others. Recordings of Bromige reading his work will also be featured.

To listen to the program:

1) Tune in to KRCB 91.1 FM

2) Stream live at www.krcb/org

3) iTunes: Go to Radio/Public/KRCB

4) Comcast Cable TV, Santa Rosa, Channel 961
eleanor agnes lee; rbt. e. lee's daughter; two poems online
agnes lee, part of the poetry list-making endeavor here, a poet who reads less like dickinson and more like a victorian
("astir")

fannie sterns davis, myself and i
Edith Franklin Wyatt was born in Tomah, Wisconsin in 1873 but lived almost her entire life in Chicago. Her father was a railroad and mining engineer and her mother a published poet, so her early years engendered many interests. After two years at Bryn Mawr College, 1892-1894, and five years of teaching at a local girls' school, Wyatt's first publication in 1900 was entitled "Three Stories of Contemporary Chicago." This work was greatly admired by William Dean Howells, who became her friend and literary champion.

During the century's first decade, while teaching at Hull House and being active in The Little Room, Wyatt produced her best fiction, including short stories in Every One His Own Way (1901) and her first novel True Love (1903). At the same time she began to produce work that reflected her commitment to social causes and she became in great demand as a social commentator and Progressive activist, writing on themes of working-class women, child labor, stockyard animal abuses and other societal problems she observed in Chicago. Although she continued to write stories and poetry, and was one of the founders of Poetry magazine, Wyatt's talents were best displayed in her articles in newspapers and magazines based on civic and social investigations, many of which were assigned by McClure's Magazine. Her first success in this vein was her report of the Cherry Mine Disaster in the Illinois coal fields, and she continued throughout her life to demonstrate her concerns with social issues and human welfare.

Wyatt had friendships with many outstanding people of her day, including William Dean Howells and his daughter. Through her work she was acquainted with Jane Addams, Janet Ayer Fairbank, Dorothy Canfield Fisher, Henry B. Fuller, Vachel Lindsay, John T. McCutcheon, Edgar Lee Masters, Theodore Roosevelt, Karl Shapiro, Ida Tarbell, Booth Tarkington and Edmund Wilson. Wyatt, who never married, died in Chicago in 1958.
Anita Fitch

perhaps no books

Miss Amy Sebree-Smith, of San Diego, Cal.; Miss Ruth Hall, of Catskill, N. Y.; and Miss Jean O'Brien,


Marguerite Wilkinson (Mrs. James W.) is still conducting the poetry department of the Los Angeles Graphic, although she is no longer living on "the Coast." Her books of verse are: In Vivid Gardens (Sherman, French & Co.), By a Western Wayside and Mars: a Modern Morality Play. In Vivid Gardens was reissued recently; a version of the 1911 original should be made available free.

8.24.2009

Book Review: The Poems of Rosamund Marriott Watson Monroe, Harriet
Book Review: Interpretations: A Book of First Poems, by Zoë Atkins Henderson, Alice Corbin
Book Review: Lyrical Poems, by Lucy Lyttelton Henderson, Alice Corbin
Emilia Stuart Lorimer
Anna Wickham

people we know

Dudley, Helen
Conkling, Grace Hazard
Monroe, Harriet

Wyatt, Edith the wind in the corn already online


Van Rennselaer, Schuyler Mrs.
Lily Long, The Singing Place and Other Poems already online


Margaret Widdemer; heaven forfend, google books has from Kirkus, "This is- it is to be hoped- the complete and definitive collection of Margaret Widdemer's verse from the time she was a favorite rhymester of the ladies magazines of the '20's until now when- but for this book- she is almost forgotten. Better proof that sentimental thoughts and second-rate rhymes do not result in poetry could hardly be asked for. There is not a line of elegance or distinction throughout, scarcely a recommendation for presenting these poems in more permanent form."
Zoe Akins

The Tragedienne

A STORM is riding on the tide;
Grey is the day and grey the tide,
Far-off the sea-gulls wheel and cry--
A storm draws near upon the tide.
A city lifts its minarets
To winds that from the desert sweep;
And prisoned Arab women weep
Below the domes and minarets.
Upon a hill in Thessaly
Stand broken columns in a line
About a cold forgoten shrine,
Beneath a moon in Thessaly
But in the world there is no place
So desolate as your tragic face.
Zoë Akins

I am the Wind

I AM the wind that wavers,
You are the certain land;
I am the shadow that passes
Over the sand.
I am the leaf that quivers,
You, the unshaken tree;
You are the stars that are steadfast,
I am the sea.
You are the light eternal--
Like a torch I shall die.
You are the surge of deep music,
I but a cry!
Zoë Akins

The Wanderer

THE ships are lying in the bay,
The gulls are swinging round their spars;
My soul as eagerly as they
Desires the margin of the stars.
So much do I love wandering,
So much I love the sea and sky,
That it will be a piteous thing
In one small grave to lie.
ABER, LOUREINE also wrote plays
Baskirtseff, Marie
Mercedes de Acosta
Hazel Rawson Cades
Moireen Fox

The Fairy Lover
Moireen Fox

It is by yonder thorn that I saw the fairy host
(O low night wind, O wind of the west!)
My love rode by, there was gold upon his brow,
And since that day I can neither eat nor rest.

I dare not pray lest I should forget his face
(O black north wind blowing cold beneath the sky!)
His face and his eyes shine between me and the sun:
If I may not be with him I would rather die.

They tell me I am cursed and I will lose my soul,
(O red wind shrieking o're the thorn-grown dun!)
But he is my love and I go to him to-night,
Who rides when the thorn glistens white beneath the moon.

He will call my name and lift me to his breast,
(Blow soft O wind 'neath the stars of the south!)
I care not for heaven and I fear not hell
If I have but the kisses of his proud red mouth.


AND title poem to A 1917 BOOK I NEED A TEXT TO SCAN!

Liadain to Curithir

By Moireen Fox


Liadain and Curithir were two poets who lived in Ireland in the seventh century. They fell in love, but while Curithir was absent making preparations for their marriage, Liadain, for some unexplained reason, took the vows of a nun. Curithir in despair became a monk. At first they continued to see each other, but when this led to the breaking of their vows, Curithir left Liadain to spend his life in penance and thus save his soul.


I
IF I had known how narrow a prison is love,
Never would I have given the width of the skies
In return for thy kiss, O Curithir, thou my grief!

If I had known love’s poverty, I would have given
Dúns and forests and ploughlands and begged my bread: 5
For now I have lost the earth and the stars and my soul.

If I had known the strength of love, I would have laid
The ridge of the world in ashes to stay his feet:
I would have cried on a stronger lord—on Death.

II
I, that was wont to pass by all unmoved 10
As the long ridge of the tide sweeps to the shore,
Am broken at last on the crags of a pitiless love.

I, who was wont to see men pale at my glance,
Like the quivering grass am shaken beneath thine eyes;
At thy touch my spirit is captive, my will is lost. 15

I would darken the sun and moon to break from thy love,
I would shatter the world to win thee again to my side.
O aching madness of love! Have the dead repose?
Or wilt thou tear my heart in the close-shut grave?

III
I have done with blame, I have risen from the cold earth 20
Where night and day my forehead has known the clay.
With faltering steps I have passed out to the sun.

Now in the sight of all I stand, that all may know
(For I myself will praise thee and prove their words)
How great was thy wisdom in turning away from me. 25

Who that has drunken wine will keep the lees?
Who that has slain a man will wait for revenge?
Who that has had his desire of a woman will stay?

Farewell, O Curithir, let thy soul be saved!
I have not found a thing that is dearer to thee. 30
In the eyes of God is it priceless? Who can say!

My soul is a thing of little worth unto God:
Of less worth unto thee, O Curithir, than my love.
And unto me so small I flung it beneath thy feet.

IV
If the dark earth hold a Power that is not God 35
I pray It to bind up memory lest I die.

There was a day when Curithir loved me, now it is gone.
It was I that sundered his love from me, I myself;
Or it was God who struck me with madness and mocked.

If the dark earth hold a Power that is not God 40
I pray It to hide me for ever away from His face.

V
All things are outworn now—grief is dead,
And passion has fallen from me like a withered leaf.
Little it were to me now though Curithir were beside me:
Though he should pass I would not turn my head. 45
My heart is like a stone in my body.
All I have grasped I loose again from my hands.
http://thenewpostliterate.blogspot.com/

new post in response to a typo in an e-mail; ways word enforces hierarchical thinking

8.23.2009

Since people outside of the USC community are wlcome to attend, I thought that some of you would like to know this Fall's schedule.

The lectures are from 12pm–2pm every Wednesday, followed by an informal lunch.

Map to the USC MFA program

USC MFA LECTURE SERIES | Fall 2009

August 26, 2009 My Barbarian, Performance Collective

September 2, 2009 Dexter Sinister (Stuart Bailey & David Reinfurt), Designers, Pamphleteers

September 9, 2009 Jennifer West, Artist

September 16, 2009 A.L. Steiner, Artist

September 23, 2009 Anoka Faruqee, Artist

September 30, 2009 Michael Smith, Artist

October 7, 2009 Rhea Anastas, Art Historian

October 14, 2009 Anne Ellegood, Senior Curator, Hammer Museum

October 28, 2009 Vanessa Beecroft, Artist

November 4, 2009 Britt Salvesen, Department Head and Curator of the Departments of Photography and Prints and Drawings at LACMA

November 11, 2009 Charline von Heyl, Artist

November 18, 2009 Aaron Curry, Artist

December 2, 2009 Yvonne Rainer, Artist