Poets and Poetry Presses

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Richard Spiegel

an older man sitting on a green chair in front of a red building and grass

Ted Kooser

Ted Kooser, U.S. Poet Laureate, 2004-2006

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Gil Scott Heron

Soul Artists

Vintage Black Glamour

African American History

Black Culture

A Fond Farewell for Gil Scott-Heron

Gil Scott-Heron. Creater of hip-hop?

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Wake Forest University

The Art of Poetry No. 73

Poet A.R. Ammons sits down with The Paris Review for a long interview. The Art of Poetry:

a man with long hair sitting on top of a parrot

If All Else Fails, Make Them Jump

Frank Zappa at home with Bird Reynolds, Hollywood Hills, 1979

two men sitting on top of a sign that says the hipsters

kurtjahoda

The Hipsters by Ted Joans, Corinth Books, 1959

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City Lights Bookstore

Lawrence Ferlinghetti

S.F. Finds Its Voice / Ferlinghetti named city's first poet laureate

Lawrence Ferlinghetti San Francisco's first poet laureate, and founder of City Lights Bookstore

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Cave Canem Anthology XIII

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Diane Wakoski

the Dada Baroness, Elsa von Freytag Loringhoven; the 31 Women number fifteen - her birthday is 12 July

Baroness Elsa von Freytag- Loringhoven was a Dada artist/poet, collaborator in New York with Marcel Duchamp and Man Ray before 1925. She painted, created assemblage art and, above all probably invented Performance Art. She was "the only one who lives Dada, loves Dada" according to her friend, Margaret Anderson, who published her poems in the Little Review. She is larely forgotten, along with most other Dada women.

YEVGENY YEVTUSHENKO pb Poems Chosen By The Author

Yevgeny Yevtushenko The wild grasses rustle over Babi Yar. The trees look ominous, like judges. Here all things scream silently, and, baring my head, slowly I feel myself turning gray. And I myself am one massive, soundless scream above the thousand thousand buried here. [Yevgeny Yevtushenko]