Evidence of poetry's whereabouts. Handsome. We arrived at Poets House (10 River Terrace, Battery Park City, New York, www.poetshouse.org) pretty early one morning. Kurt Brown, a member of Poets House Board of Directors, kindly offered to show me around. Such a cool place. Spacious, not cavernous, welcoming, not demanding, with what looks to be excellently appointed spaces for reading, writing, and for public performances and exhibits. And as its brochure says, "open to all, located on the banks of the Hudson River with views of the Statue of Liberty."
Corner of chapbook collection in Poets House. Chapbooks beaucoup. I would love to have at least 3 days to spend in Poets House doing nothing but looking at its chapbook collection. Then 3 lifetimes to read what's assembled there.
Collections, that we fervently collect, assemble, accumulate, sort, discover, seek, find, adjust, tend, protect, cultivate, and sometimes make tangible arrangements of what we find....we are inclined to gain knowledge and understanding by means of our collecting inclinations.
a collection of words, Gillian Conoley's