The Rilke line here comes from David Naimon’s conversation with Mary Ruefle for Between the Covers. Naimon and Ruefle reflect on the development of an artist—on what matters (and matters less) as one grows older. In his letters, Rilke longed for a stage in life when his attentive artist self wasn’t siloed from his everyday self. A stage where the poem was not something written, but something lived.
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"Anthony Joseph wins TS Eliot Prize"
"Chair of judges Jean Sprackland, who was joined on the panel by 2021 Costa book of the year winner Hannah Lowe and 2019 TS Eliot prize winner Roger Robinson, said each of the shortlisted books 'spoke powerfully to us in its own distinctive voice....From this strong field our choice is Sonnets for Albert, a luminous collection which celebrates humanity in all its contradictions and breathes new life into this enduring form.'"
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What Sparks Poetry:
Robert Pinsky on the Favorite Poem Project
"I think of Emiko Emori’s video of a Cambodian-American high school student reading 'Minstrel Man' by Langston Hughes, David Roderick’s video of a bomber pilot who served in Vietnam reading Yusef Komunyakaa’s 'Facing It' at the Vietnam Memorial, Natatcha Estébanez’s videos of a U.S. Marine reading 'Politics' by William Butler Yeats, and of a construction worker reading from Walt Whitman’s 'Song of Myself.'" |
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