3 more interesting poetry news articles to report today.
AT A VIGIL, MANCHESTER GETS THE POEM IT NEEDS – Ed Caesar – New York Times – May 23, 2017
“Walsh read a poem called ‘This Is the Place,’ which he wrote to commemorate the Manchester Arena’s twentieth birthday, in 2015. Walsh is not John Ashbery, but John Ashbery is not what Manchester needed tonight. Neither will Walsh’s poem bring back any murdered children, or heal the wounds the bomber made, or illuminate his crimes. For five minutes, however, the poet held thousands rapt. When he finished reading, he was cheered so intensely, it was as if he had scored the winning goal in the Cup final.”
Unseen Sylvia Plath poems deciphered in carbon paper – Danuta Kean – The Guardian – 5/24/17
“A carbon paper hidden in the back of an old notebook owned by Sylvia Plath has revealed two previously unknown poems by The Bell Jar author. The paper, which was discovered by scholars working on a new book, has lain undiscovered for 50 years and offers a tantalising glimpse of how the poet worked with her then husband, fellow poet Ted Hughes.
“The academics, Gail Crowther and Peter K Steinberg, have also found a clutch of poems abandoned by Hughes that reveal the depth of his turmoil over his wife’s death.”
U2 ROCKS A RITA DOVE POEM IN PRE-CONCERT MULTIMEDIA SHOW – Anne E. Bromley – UVA Today – May 23, 2017
“On U2’s tour marking the 30th anniversary of its ‘The Joshua Tree’ concept album about America, one of [Rita]Dove’s poems is part of the tour’s multimedia production.”
“’…I was particularly pleased with the selection of my poem ‘Wingfoot Lake,’ since it deals with a unique perspective of the American Dream, both the ideal and the sometimes sobering truth of experience for wide segments of the American people – and not only so-called minority populations. My already high regard for Bono and U2 has increased even more – not just because they selected my poem, but because with their ‘Joshua Tree’ revival concert, they are reminding their large audience why we need poetry,’ said Dove…”
(Independence Day, 1964)
On her 36th birthday, Thomas had shown her
her first swimming pool. It had been
his favorite color, exactly—just
so much of it, the swimmers’ white arms jutting
into the chevrons of high society.
She had rolled up her window
and told him to drive on, fast.