Philip Levine: The Poem of Chalk
He knew feldspar,
he knew calcium, oyster shells, he
knew what creatures had given
their spines to become the dust time
pressed into these perfect cones
Rick Campbell: Two Poems
Here, in the modern invention
of South Florida, I am trying
to remember a place that never was.
Gary Fincke: Hanging the Pigs
The silenced crowd pressed forward,
Waiting for those pigs to hang,
Shutting up their Satan tongues.
Philip Levine: Belle Isle, 1949
We stripped in the first warm spring night
and ran down into the Detroit River
to baptize ourselves in the brine
of car parts, dead fish, stolen bicycles,
melted snow.
Video: Philip Levine reads Federico García Lorca (text included)
Philip Levine reads Federico García Lorca’s “New York (Office and Denunciation)”
Philip Levine: On The Meeting Of Garcia Lorca And Hart Crane
…let’s not
invent a dialogue of such eloquence
that even the ants in your own
house won’t forget it.
Michael Simms: The Story of Autumn House Press (1998-2020)
Most literary presses fade away when the founder leaves, so I cannot tell you how much it thrills me that AHP continues into the second generation.
Kate Daniels: Remembering former poet laureate Philip Levine
Former US Poet Laureate Philip Levine (1928-2015) was down to earth and humble. But he spared no rage towards those he deemed selfish and narcissistic. Across the hall from my … Continue reading
Sam Hamill: Poetry, Politics, and Zen
If only we could touch the things of this world at their center, if we could only hear tiny leaves of birch struggling toward April, then we would know. — … Continue reading
Video: “Packard — The Last Shift” featuring Philip Levine
. The Packard Motor Car Company and its 5-million square foot plant became a symbol of the American Dream in the heart of the Motor City. Packard left town in … Continue reading
Philip Levine: Salts And Oils
In Havana in 1948 I ate fried dog believing it was Peking duck. Later, in Tampa I bunked with an insane sailor who kept a .38 Smith and Wesson in … Continue reading
Philip Levine: What Work Is
We stand in the rain in a long line waiting at Ford Highland Park. For work. You know what work is–if you’re old enough to read this you know what … Continue reading
Philip Levine: Animals Are Passing From Our Lives
It’s wonderful how I jog on four honed-down ivory toes my massive buttocks slipping like oiled parts with each light step. I’m to market. I can smell the sour, grooved … Continue reading
