Readings and conversation with The New Yorker's poetry editor, Kevin Young.
Bianca Stone Reads Franz Wright
The poet joins Kevin Young to read and discuss “Learning to Read,” by Franz Wright, and her own poem “What’s Poetry Like?”
Evie Shockley Reads Rita Dove
The poet joins Kevin Young to read and discuss “Hattie McDaniel Arrives at the Coconut Grove,” by Rita Dove, and her own poem “the blessings.”
Dorothea Lasky Reads Louise Bogan
Dorothea Lasky joins Kevin Young to read “Three Songs,” by Louise Bogan, and her own poem “The Green Lake.” Lasky is the author of several books of poetry and prose, including her forthcoming collection “The Shining.” She’s the co-creator, with Alex Dimitrov, of Astro Poets, and she teaches poetry at Columbia University.
Diane Mehta Reads Eavan Boland
Diane Mehta joins Kevin Young to read “The Lost Art of Letter Writing,” by Eavan Boland, and her own poem “Landscape with Double Bow.” Mehta is the author of the poetry collection “Forest with Castanets” and the forthcoming “Tiny Extravaganzas,” and the recipient of the Peter Heinegg Literary Award, as well as of grants and fellowships from the Cafe Royal Cultural Foundation, Civitella Ranieri, and Yaddo.
Adrienne Su Reads Maxine Kumin
Adrienne Su joins Kevin Young to read “The Longing to Be Saved,” by Maxine Kumin, and her own poem “The Days.” Su is a professor and Poet-in-Residence at Dickinson College, whose work has been recognized by the National Endowment for the Arts, the Pushcart Prize, and the Money for Women/Barbara Deming Memorial Fund.
David Baker Reads Stanley Plumly
David Baker joins Kevin Young to read “In Passing,” by Stanley Plumly, and his own poem “Six Notes.” Baker has received honors and awards from the Guggenheim Foundation, the National Endowment for the Arts, and the Theodore Roethke Memorial Foundation. He served as poetry editor of the Kenyon Review for more than twenty-five years, and he teaches at Denison University, in Ohio.
Poetry and soul
Quite a marked shift from the original poet to the present. Just as the New Yorker has shifted greatly so does the podcast. Both are knowledgeable and insightful but I hope the New Yorker stays true to art and poetry and not modern political divisions, pseudo activism and identity politics. Poetry tends to the soul not the ego.
Sounds like talking in a tin can!
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