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March 29, 2004Poets HouseFrom the Academy Audio Archive

About this poet

Thomas Lux was born in Northampton, Massachusetts, on December 10, 1946 and attended Emerson College and The University of Iowa.

His numerous books of poetry include Child Made of Sand (Houghton Mifflin, 2012); God Particles (Houghton Mifflin, 2008); The Cradle Place (Houghton Mifflin, 2004); The Street of Clocks (Houghton Mifflin, 2001); New and Selected Poems, 1975-1995 (Houghton Mifflin, 1997), which was a finalist for the 1998 Lenore Marshall Poetry Prize; Split Horizon (Houghton Mifflin, 1994), for which he received the Kingsley Tufts Poetry Award; Tarantulas on the Lifebuoy (Ampersand Books, 1983); The Glassblower's Breath (Cleveland State University Press, 1976); Memory's Handgrenade (Pym-Randall, 1972); and The Land Sighted (Pym-Randall, 1970).

The Late Stanley Kunitz noted that “[Lux is] sui generis, his own kind of poet, unlike any of the fashions of his time.” Rita Dove, writing for the Washington Post Book World, has said, “Try Lux on for size. He’ll pinch in places, soothe in others, but I predict one thing: you may never fit the same way in your own skin again.”

Lux has been the poet in residence at Emerson College (1972-1975) and a member of the Writing Faculty at Sarah Lawrence College and the Warren Wilson MFA Program for Writers. He has also taught at the Universities of Iowa, Michigan, and California at Irvine, among others. He has been a finalist for the Los Angeles Times Book Award and has received three National Endowment for the Arts grants and a Guggenheim Fellowship.

He lives in Atlanta, where he is the Bourne Professor of Poetry and director of the McEver Visiting Writers program at the Georgia Institute of Technology. He’s also directs the Poetry at Tech program.




Selected Bibliography

Poetry

Child Made of Sand (Houghton Mifflin, 2012)
God Particles (Houghton Mifflin, 2008)
The Cradle Place (Houghton Mifflin, 2004)
The Street of Clocks (Houghton Mifflin, 2001)
New and Selected Poems, 1975-1995 (Houghton Mifflin, 1997)
The Blind Swimmer: Selected Early Poems, 1970-1975 (Adastra Press, 1996)
Split Horizon (Houghton Mifflin, 1994)
Pecked to Death by Swans (Adastra Press, 1993)
A Boat in the Forest (Adastra Press, 1992)
The Drowned River: New Poems (Houghton Mifflin, 1990)
Half Promised Land (Houghton Mifflin, 1986)
Tarantulas on the Lifebuoy (Ampersand Books, 1983)
Massachusetts (Pym-Randall, 1981)
Like a Wide Anvil from the Moon the Light (Black Market Press, 1980
Sunday (Houghton Mifflin, 1979)
The Glassblower's Breath (Cleveland State University Press, 1976)
Memory's Handgrenade (Pym-Randall, 1972)
The Land Sighted (Pym-Randall, 1970)


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From the Image Archive

 

Render, Render

Thomas Lux, 1946
   Boil it down: feet, skin, gristle,
   bones, vertebrae, heart muscle, boil
   it down, skim, and boil
   again, dreams, history, add them and boil
   again, boil and skim
   in closed cauldrons, boil your horse, his hooves,
   the runned-over dog you loved, the girl
   by the pencil sharpener
   who looked at you, looked away,
   boil that for hours, render it
   down, take more from the top as more settles to the bottom,
   the heavier, the denser, throw in ache
   and sperm, and a bead 
   of sweat that slid from your armpit to your waist
   as you sat stiff-backed before a test, turn up
   the fire, boil and skim, boil
   some more, add a fever
   and the virus that blinded an eye, now's the time 
   to add guilt and fear, throw
   logs on the fire, coal, gasoline, throw
   two goldfish in the pot (their swim bladders
   used for "clearing"), boil and boil, render
   it down and distill,
   concentrate
   that for which there is no
   other use at all, boil it down, down, 
   then stir it with rosewater, that 
   which is now one dense, fatty, scented red essence
   which you smear on your lips 
   and go forth
   to plant as many kisses upon the world
   as the world can bear! 

From The Cradle Place by Thomas Lux. Copyright © 2004 by Thomas Lux. Reprinted by permission of Houghton Mifflin. All rights reserved.

From The Cradle Place by Thomas Lux. Copyright © 2004 by Thomas Lux. Reprinted by permission of Houghton Mifflin. All rights reserved.

Thomas Lux

Thomas Lux

Thomas Lux was born in Northampton, Massachusetts, in 1946. He was educated at

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the word for the inability to find the right word,
leads me to self-diagnose: onomatomaniac. It’s not
the 20 volume OED, I need,
nor Dr. Roget’s book, which offers
equals only, never discovery.
I accept the fallibility of language,
its spastic elasticity,
its jake-leg, as
poem
At the fence line, I was about to call him in when,
at two-thirds profile, head down
and away from me, he fell first
to his left front knee
and then the right, and he was down,
dead before he hit the...
My father saw him drop, too,
and a neighbor, who walked over.
He was a good horse, old,
foundered, eating
poem
Your baby grows a tooth, then two,
and four, and five, then she wants some meat
directly from the bone.  It's all

over: she'll learn some words, she'll fall
in love with cretins, dolts, a sweet
talker on his way to jail.  And you,

your wife, get old, flyblown, and rue
nothing.  You did, you loved, your feet