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Spring Feature 2014
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Feature
- Kurt Brown A Photo Tribute
- Kurt Brown Excerpts from his "Notebook"
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Poetry
- Laure-Anne Bosselaar
- Lee Briccetti
- Wyn Cooper
- Stephen Dunn
- Richard Garcia
- Janlori Goldman
- Andrey Gritsman
- Kamiko Hahn
- Steve Huff
- Meg Kearney
- Eugenia Leigh
- Thomas Lux
- Laura McCullough
- Christopher Merrill
- Kamilah Aisha Moon
- Martha Rhodes
- David Rothman
- Harold Schechter
- Charles Simic
- Tree Swenson
- Charles Harper Webb
- Marty Williams
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Essay
- David RigsbeeOn Kurt Brown, An Appreciation
Feature > Poetry
The first two lines of this poem instantly tell the reader to be prepared for darkness, for the news of the title to be bad news. The poem then works its way to its chilling conclusion, "she follows me from room to room with open eyes." What strikes me about the poem most is the empathy Kurt displays, the careful use of language to build a poem that shows us how he feels about the poor, the hungry, the murdered. It's an empathy that matches his own personality. The second thing that strikes me about the poem is how dark it is. Kurt's poems became darker as he grew older, though he remained the same even-tempered, generous person to the end.
I think I picked this poem because of the title; those of us who knew and loved Kurt Brown are still living with the news that he's no longer with us. Our world's a little darker, a little smaller, but we have his poems, and that is the good news.
Living With the News
the day is a widow the morning an open grave
it's not my hand that strikes them down
while I eat their heads grow thinner
while I sleep they murder in their dreams
they swim before me like fish in a bowl
is the body really this translucent
a disconsolate woman clings to her child
small and shrunken as a fly
when I've had my fill I rise from the table
she follows me from room to room with open eyes