Next up…G.C. Waldrep!

*Thursday, March 17th: Workshop, “Craft of Poetry”– Time/Location TBA– For registration information, please contact Meagan Marshall,
*Friday, March 18th at 7 p.m.: Reading and book signing at SDSU’s Scripps Cottage

G.C. Waldrep received a BA from Harvard University in American History in 1990 and a Ph.D. in American History from Duke University in 1996. His first poetry collection, Goldbeater’s Skin, won the Colorado Prize for Poetry (selected by Donald Revell) and was published by the Center for Literary Publishing. His poems have appeared in Poetry, Tin House, Gettysburg Review, and Image, among other journals. From March 1995 to 2000, Waldrep was a member of the New Order Amish Community at Yanceyville, North Carolina, where he worked as a baker, carpenter’s helper, and window maker. Currently he is a member of the Old Order River Brethren. Waldrep spent 2003-05 at the Iowa Writers’ Workshop. He also served as a visiting professor of the humanities and social sciences at Deep Springs College in California.

III. Palm Beach, Florida, 1987

Some Buicks still genuflect to the idea of motion. This one does.
Some Buicks are blue. Some Buicks are deists, like Thomas Jefferson,
and some Buicks owned slaves. Some Buicks have freed them.
Some Buicks have classified the petals
of the orchard peach, the hybrids and the demes,
some Buicks maintain private shrines to William Bartram.
This is all very natural.
Currently I am looking at everyone else’s hands to guess
(who is an angel.) (who moves among us.)
Some Buicks rest on fresh asphalt, within the lines, some Buicks
views these lines as commands, some rebel, this is in the nature of some Buicks.
Not like the stretch limos hoarding their brass buttons & bits of foil.
Not like the gabby Hondas.
Some Buicks have not yet entered this conversation. Some Buicks are marked on maps.
Some Buicks are vertical but not these. Some Buicks shine.

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Christian Wiman Reads Tonight! (2/28)

Come feed your artistic appetite tonight at 7 p.m. in SDSU’s Scripps Cottage! Poet, Christian Wiman will read from his selected works, sign books, and answer your most pressing questions about poetry, publishing, and more!

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Christian Wiman is coming!

Christian Wiman is coming to SDSU to give a generative workshop and an engaging reading. The workshop will focus on the “Form and Pulse of Poetry” and will be held on Sunday, February 27th. For more information on this workshop, please contact Meagan Marshall,

Wiman will read from his collected works on Monday, February 28th at 7 p.m. in Scripps Cottage. This event is free and open to the public!

This is the premier event in SDSU’s 2011 Polyphonic Workshop and Reading Series. You won’t want to miss it!

*Born and raised in Texas, Christian Wiman is a writer of both poems and essays. His poetry and prose collections include The Long Home , Hard Night, Ambition and Survival, and, most recently, Every Riven Thing. He lives in Chicago, where he is the editor of Poetry magazine.

Lord is Not a Word
By: Christian Wiman

Lord is not a word.
Song is not a salve.
Suffer the child, who lived
on sunlight and solitude.
Savor the man, craving
earth like an aftertaste.
To discover in one’s hand
two local stones the size
of a dead man’s eyes
saves no one, but to fling them
with a grace you did not know
you knew, to bring them
skimming homing
over blue, is to discover
the river from which they came.
Mild merciful amnesia
through which I’ve moved
as through a blue atmosphere
of almost and was,
how is it now,
like ruins unearthed by ruin,
my childhood should rise?
Lord, suffer me to sing
these wounds by which I am made
and marred, savor this creature
whose aloneness you ease and are.

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A new beginning…

A chance to make things stay. A revenge of a mortal hand.

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