Chicago Morning To Philip Guston Under a red face, black velvet shyness Milking an emaciated gaffer. God lies down Here. Rattling of a shot, heard From the first row. The president of the United States And the Director of the FBI stand over a dead mule. "Yes, it is nice to hear the fountain With
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Prairie Troubadour Vachel Lindsay traveled miles upon miles trading poems for food and lodging. Edgar Lee Masters revealed the truth and secrets of small town life in his Spoon River Anthology. Gwendolyn Brooks was the poet of the urban experience and gave voice to the disenfranchised, earning acclaim for her textured portraits of life in Bronzeville. LBJ observed that Carl Sandburg “was more than the voice of America, more than the poet of its strength and genius. He was America.” Join William Pack as he tells the remarkable stories of four significant Illinois poets and shares some of their finest writing.
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Alicia Ostriker has published 14 volumes of poetry, including The Old Woman, the Tulip, and the Dog (2014); The Book of Life: Selected Jewish Poems 1979–2011; and The Imaginary Lover (1986), winner of the William Carlos Williams Award. She was twice a National Book Award finalist, for The Little Space (1998) and The Crack in Everything (1996). Among Ostriker’s critical work on American poetry is the now-classic Stealing the Language: The Emergence of Women’s Poetry in America (1987).
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To the Williamson Brothers
High noon. White sun flashes on the Michigan Avenue asphalt. Drum of hoofs and whirr of motors. Women trapsing along in flimsy clothes catching play of sun-fire to their skin and eyes.
Inside the playhouse are movies from under the sea. From the heat of pavements