"Give me some light!" cries Hamlet's uncle midway through the murder of Gonzago. "Light! Light!" cry scattering courtesans. Here, as in Denmark, it's dark at four, and even the moon shines with only half a heart. The ornaments go down into the box: the silver spaniel, My Darling on its collar, from
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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