#yale series of younger poets

[sweatermuppet]

(The Mothman Gets High) by Robert Wood Lynn, published in Mothman Apologia

[Text ID: Yes. There is a point at which any person gets tired of knowledge. You could call this a threshold, or you could call this the point at which a person gets tired of knowledge. I'll tell you this: I've never felt further from another than when standing beside them trying to point out a star. /End ID]

#currently reading #robert wood lynn #poetry #mothman apologia #contemporary poetry #yale younger poets #yale series of younger poets

[gustaving]

By Loren Goodman

From Famous Americans

Yale Series of Younger Poets

Yale University Press, 2008

#poetry #lit #hwdr #loren goodman #frienship #Yale university press #Yale series of younger poets #famous Americans

[music-despite-everything]

Happy birthday, Adrienne Rich!

Adrienne Cecile Rich, born May 16, 1929, in Baltimore, Maryland, and died March 27, 2012, in Santa Cruz, California, was an American poet, essayist, and feminist. She was called "one of the most widely read and influential poets of the second half of the 20th century", and was credited with bringing "the oppression of women and lesbians to the forefront of poetic discourse." Rich criticized rigid forms of feminist identities and valorized what she coined the "lesbian continuum," which is a female continuum of solidarity and creativity that impacts and fills women's lives.

Her first collection of poetry, A Change of World, was selected by renowned poet W. H. Auden for the Yale Series of Younger Poets Award. Auden went on to write the introduction to the published volume. She famously declined the National Medal of Arts, protesting the vote by House Speaker Newt Gingrich to end funding for the National Endowment for the Arts.

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Snapshots of a Daughter-in-Law, 1963

1

You, once a belle in Shreveport, with henna-colored hair, skin like a peach bud, still have your dresses copied from that time, and play a Chopin prelude called by Cortot: "Delicious recollections float like perfume through the memory." Your mind now, moldering like wedding-cake, heavy with useless experience, rich with suspicion, rumor, fantasy, crumbling to pieces under the knife-edge of mere fact. In the prime of your life. Nervy, glowering, your daughter wipes the teaspoons, grows another way. 2 Banging the coffee-pot into the sink she hears the angels chiding, and looks out past the raked gardens to the sloppy sky. Only a week since They said: Have no patience. The next time it was: Be insatiable. Then: Save yourself; others you cannot save. Sometimes she's let the tap stream scald her arm, a match burn to her thumbnail, or held her hand above the kettle's snout right in the woolly steam. They are probably angels, since nothing hurts her anymore, except each morning's grit blowing into her eyes.

3 A thinking woman sleeps with monsters. The beak that grips her, she becomes. And Nature, that sprung-lidded, still commodious steamer-trunk of tempora and mores gets stuffed with it all: the mildewed orange-flowers, the female pills, the terrible breasts of Boadicea beneath flat foxes' heads and orchids. Two handsome women, gripped in argument, each proud, acute, subtle, I hear scream across the cut glass and majolica like Furies cornered from their prey: The argument ad feminam, all the old knives that have rusted in my back, I drive in yours, ma semblable, ma soeur! 4 Knowing themselves too well in one another: their gifts no pure fruition, but a thorn, the prick filed sharp against a hint of scorn... Reading while waiting for the iron to heat, writing, My Life had stood--a Loaded Gun-- in that Amherst pantry while the jellies boil and scum, or, more often, iron-eyed and beaked and purposed as a bird, dusting everything on the whatnot every day of life.

5 Dulce ridens, dulce loquens, she shaves her legs until they gleam like petrified mammoth-tusk. 6 When to her lute Corinna sings neither words nor music are her own; only the long hair dipping over her cheek, only the song of silk against her knees and these adjusted in reflections of an eye. Poised, trembling and unsatisfied, before an unlocked door, that cage of cages, tell us, you bird, you tragical machine-- is this fertillisante douleur? Pinned down by love, for you the only natural action, are you edged more keen to prise the secrets of the vault? has Nature shown her household books to you, daughter-in-law, that her sons never saw?

7 "To have in this uncertain world some stay which cannot be undermined, is of the utmost consequence." Thus wrote a woman, partly brave and partly good, who fought with what she partly understood. Few men about her would or could do more, hence she was labeled harpy, shrew and whore. 8 "You all die at fifteen," said Diderot, and turn part legend, part convention. Still, eyes inaccurately dream behind closed windows blankening with steam. Deliciously, all that we might have been, all that we were--fire, tears, wit, taste, martyred ambition-- stirs like the memory of refused adultery the drained and flagging bosom of our middle years. 9 Not that it is done well, but that it is done at all? Yes, think of the odds! or shrug them off forever. This luxury of the precocious child, Time's precious chronic invalid,-- would we, darlings, resign it if we could? Our blight has been our sinecure: mere talent was enough for us-- glitter in fragments and rough drafts. Sigh no more, ladies. Time is male and in his cups drinks to the fair. Bemused by gallantry, we hear our mediocrities over-praised, indolence read as abnegation, slattern thought styled intuition, every lapse forgiven, our crime only to cast too bold a shadow or smash the mold straight off. For that, solitary confinement, tear gas, attrition shelling. Few applicants for that honor. 10 Well, she's long about her coming, who must be more merciless to herself than history. Her mind full to the wind, I see her plunge breasted and glancing through the currents, taking the light upon her at least as beautiful as any boy or helicopter, poised, still coming, her fine blades making the air wince but her cargo no promise then: delivered palpable ours.

#poetry #poemsociety #poemblr #poems and poetry #poem #adrienne rich #snapshots of a daughter-in-law #santa cruz #yale series of younger poets award #national medal of arts #national endowment for the arts

[kvothes]

at some point someone needs to go explain to louise glück that her pick for the 2004 yale series of younger poets prize introduced a hitherto unseen level of brainrot to the online fandom communities that endures to this day

#yes nobel prize in literature louise glück #was the judge who picked his book for publication #richard siken #mine

[garadinervi]

Cindy Juyoung Ok, Ward Toward, Foreword by Rae Armantrout, Yale Series of Younger Poets, Yale University Press, New Haven, CT, 2024

Cover Art: Etel Adnan, Untitled, (oil on canvas), 2017 [Galerie Lelong & Co., Paris. © Etel Adnan]

#graphic design #art #poetry #mixed media #book #cover #book cover #cindy juyoung ok #rae armantrout #etel adnan #galerie lelong & co. #yale university press #2010s #2020s

[uwmspeccoll]

Wood Engraving Wednesday

PAUL NASH

British painter, war artist, designer, illustrator, and wood engraver Paul Nash (1889-1946) was influential in the development of modern English art and was a prominent member of the Society of Wood Engravers that was co-founded by his younger brother John Nash in 1920.

In the 1920s, he began to produce wood-engraved illustrations for works by noted English authors, including this collection of character studies, Cotswold Characters by English poet and playwright John Drinkwater (1882-1937), published in New Haven, Connecticut, by Yale University Press in 1921. These were Nash's first set of wood engravings to be published as book illustrations.

Besides publishing his first wood-engraved book illustrations, 1921 was a very significant year in Nash's short life. In that year, Nash's close friend, the artist and designer Claud Lovat Fraser, died; Nash displayed his textile designs at an exhibition at Heal's in London; and he began exhibiting a series of health issues related to war trauma that we would call PTSD today, which occasioned his move to Dymchurch in southeast England for his health, where he would produce an important series of seawall and seascape paintings.

Our copy of Cotswold Characters is another donation from the estate of our late friend Dennis Bayuzick.

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#Wood Engraving Wednesday #wood engravings #wood engravers #Paul Nash #Cotswold Characters #John Drinkwater #Yale University Press #Dennis Bayuzick

[vahanians]

https://tinhouse.com/the-doubling-of-self-an-interview-with-richard-siken/

i know that siken interview quote is going around but you should read the whole interview its from

[hungryblueghost]

"I feel discouraged when I only read work I love. When I read work I hate, I get motivated to make something in opposition to it."

—Richard Siken

#richard siken #poetry #on writing #THIS WHOLE INTERVIEW

[atinylittlepain]

9 people you'd like to get to know better

i was tagged by my comrade, my cousin, @northernbluess <3

last song: hold u by Indigo De Souza

favourite colour: a nice dark green, or a mustard yellow

currently watching: LITERALLY NOTHING, oof

last movie: i watched Tár on the plane ride home and it was so fucking good

currently reading: a few things - rereading the Waves by Virginia Woolf (iykyk), also reading Warlock by Oakley Hall annnd Come the Slumberless to the Land of Nod by Traci Brimhall (so good)

sweet/spicy/savoury: sweet makes me a lil nauseous lol so yeah, savory

relationship status: in a very new relationship and idk how that happened (very much she's barbie, i'm just ken vibes, and i'm not mad about it tbh)

current obsession: love as consumption, always, and the Yale Series of Younger Poets poetry collections - i just ordered three new books from them and i'm so fucking excited for all of them :')

last thing i googled: big bud press sample sale (the best pants in my humble opinion, don't sleep on them)

currently working on: Reflux, my new Carmy series :') and a lil bit of Hungry Hearts too

taggies (sorry if you've already done this lol) : @beskarandblasters @wannab-urs @pr0ximamidnight @jksprincess10 @hier--soir @dinsdjrn @bearsbeetsbeskar @trulybetty

#tag game yeehaw

[themichigangayly]

“There is relief in seeing another person being happy. Being happy makes it possible for that other person to love someone. In my case, I want another person to be able to love me.“ - Yanyi

Who is Yanyi?

• A queer and trans Chinese-American poet, teacher, editor, and creative advisor.

• His book The Year of Blue Water, won the 2018 Yale Series of Younger Poets Prize, finalist for the 2020 Lambda Literary Award in Transgender Poetry, and one of 2019’s Best Poetry Books by New York Public Library.

#Yanyi #the michigan gayly #lgbtq+ #the year of blue water #poet #poetry #aapi #aapi lgbtq #aapiheritagemonth #aapi heritage month #aapihm #Chinese American #chinese #Asian American #Asian #Asian trans #lgbt #lgbtq

[zhou-enlai-fanclub]

Babe are you ok I noticed you were reading Richard Siken’s debut collection Crush, winner of the Yale Series of Younger Poets.

#personal post

[sweatermuppet]

(The Mothman Dabbles in Etymology) by Robert Wood Lynn, published in Mothman Apologia

[Text ID: You should know I was not the first to think the word forgive implied an exchange, a deal. Bags, bills, palms. After all it means, at its root, to give completely. Or in some translations, to abandon, as in a debt or grief.

With this knowledge, I entered the world determined to prove that giving and abandonment were the same thing. All my life and now to discover they just looked alike as the shadows cast by mercy. /End ID]

#currently reading #the mothman dabbles in etymology #mothman apologia #poetry #robert wood lynn #contemporary poetry #modern poetry #yale younger poets #yale series of younger poets

[gustaving]

From Some Trees, by John Ashbery (Yale Series of Younger Poets)

#poetry #lit #hwdr #errors #some trees #john ashbery

[zoanzon]

So, I’m a bit into the preparation for a poetry manuscript in time for submitting to the Yale Series of Younger Poets’ competition, and I’m preparing to tackle NaNoWriMo for the first time in six years.

Sure, I’ve got irons in the fire, but let’s see how far I get on them before the motivation goes up in flames!

(The fact I’m also about to be starting a (presumably) tiring midnight-shift job that’ll see me sleeping from 10am-6pm to accommodate a midnight-830am job will be a fun cherry on top of it all.)

#god i am full of hubris #jehan why did you have to prod me into trying nano lol #the monkey speaks #life of me

[kvothes]

Hi, I have a question and you seem like the kind of person who would know the answer... is there a reputable online course of poetry or poetry-adjacent creative writing? I'm from a country where there's no such thing as a degree in creative writing, and I'm at a point where I truly think some structure would help me... Through your recommendations I ended up reading a few Yale poets (it was all lovely) and I feel almost envious for not knowing what they learn there... or how people teach writing poetry at all...

hi! thank you for asking! i’m afraid i don’t personally know of any comprehensive online courses! however, both the poetry foundation and poets.org have resources for students/teachers that you might find helpful.

for what it’s worth, if by “yale poets” you mean people (like richard siken) who have won the yale series of younger poets prize… those poets did not study at yale, as that prize is open to anyone. now, plenty of them do have a masters degree from some school or another, but plenty don’t; poetry can be a self-taught discipline.

i have an mfa. i won’t deny that. it has helped me tremendously. if you ever want to talk about it, i’m open to that, but Also i want to stress that it is not the only route, or even always the best one.

#i was writing a lot of poetry before i got my degree; it didn’t Make me a poet it just refined what i was doing #writing #ask

[uwmspeccoll]

It’s Fine Press Friday!

This week we present a 1992 Limited Editions Club printing of American poet and writer Margaret Walker’s 1942 Yale Series of Younger Poets Competition-winning poem For My People with original lithographs by African American sculptor and printmaker Elizabeth Catlett, printed in a limited edition of 400 copies signed by the author and artist. The text was hand-set in Monotype Albertus and printed letterpress on Arches Cover paper by Michael and Winifred Bixler in Skaneateles, N. Y. and the lithographs were pulled by J.K. Fine Art Editions in Union City, N.J. Half the edition was bound at Jovonis Bookbindery in Springfield, Mass. and the other half at the Spectrum Bindery in southern California; we have no idea which binding we hold. But we do know that our copy is a gift from our friends Megan Holbrook and Eric Vogel.

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#Fine Press Friday #Fine Press Fridays #Black History Month #Margaret Walker #black poets #black writers #women poets #women writers #African American poets #African American writers #For My People #Elizabeth Catlett #black artists #African American artists #lithographs #color lithographs #lithography #letterpress printing #Limited Editions Club #poetry #Albertus type #Michael and Winifred Bixler #Arches Cover #J.K. Fine Art Editions #Jovonis Bookbindery #Spectrum Bindery #Megan Holbrook #Eric Vogel