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<?xml-stylesheet type="text/xsl" media="screen" href="/~d/styles/rss2full.xsl"?><?xml-stylesheet type="text/css" media="screen" href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~d/styles/itemcontent.css"?><rss xmlns:atom="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" xmlns:openSearch="http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearch/1.1/" xmlns:georss="http://www.georss.org/georss" xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0" xmlns:feedburner="http://rssnamespace.org/feedburner/ext/1.0" version="2.0"><channel><atom:id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-594541321040202986</atom:id><lastBuildDate>Sun, 11 Jul 2010 16:57:46 +0000</lastBuildDate><title>Kathkeen Spivack</title><description>Teacher, writer, poet</description><link>http://kathleenspicack.blogspot.com/</link><managingEditor>steveglines@gmail.com (Steve Glines)</managingEditor><generator>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>2</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><atom10:link xmlns:atom10="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" rel="self" type="application/rss+xml" href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/KathkeenSpivack" /><feedburner:info uri="kathkeenspivack" /><atom10:link xmlns:atom10="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" rel="hub" href="http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/" /><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-594541321040202986.post-2195566845937506900</guid><pubDate>Sun, 11 Jul 2010 15:57:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-07-11T11:58:24.556-04:00</atom:updated><title>Their Tranquil Lives, the title poem of a new collection just won a First Prize, the 2010 Allen Ginsberg Poetry Award.</title><description>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Their Tranquil Lives &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh lost world of Gustav Klimt,&lt;br /&gt;the jeweled and doe-eyed women&lt;br /&gt;swam the walls  and ceilings&lt;br /&gt;of pre-Holocaust Vienna’s&lt;br /&gt;ornate opera. Women’s compliance&lt;br /&gt;did not need to be stated,&lt;br /&gt;was pink and white&lt;br /&gt;and not hidden by drapes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;World War I had not yet happened.&lt;br /&gt;The city was a beaker spilling over&lt;br /&gt;with bits of gold applied&lt;br /&gt;which one could drink&lt;br /&gt;or pour into, carefully&lt;br /&gt;lavish and lucky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Outside the window apples&lt;br /&gt;shone in their dappled garden.&lt;br /&gt;The women had proud&lt;br /&gt;names, and pregnancies.&lt;br /&gt;They rose like mermaids through&lt;br /&gt;their tranquil lives,&lt;br /&gt;upward and passionate.&lt;br /&gt;The insides of their wrists&lt;br /&gt;were white and still unmarked,&lt;br /&gt;                                       smoothed with kisses:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vienna before History—&lt;br /&gt;Each morning was a waking: pond&lt;br /&gt;drenched in light; the path,&lt;br /&gt;perfumed with little flowers, stitched&lt;br /&gt;white butterflies and the painter-god&lt;br /&gt;creating first-words; a mosaic&lt;br /&gt;of forbidden.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As if memory&lt;br /&gt;would tapestry forever&lt;br /&gt;voyeur-painter’s studios, light-&lt;br /&gt;drenched: the livid golden hair&lt;br /&gt;and modeled arms and bracelets lifting:&lt;br /&gt;perfect breasts; rounded nutcracker&lt;br /&gt;thighs and, ready for the&lt;br /&gt;taking, the ripe fruit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As if the comet,&lt;br /&gt;pleasure, would never&lt;br /&gt;burn itself to ash; the dross,&lt;br /&gt;once-glorious color&lt;br /&gt;seeping , leaching, thinly&lt;br /&gt;staining Europe.&lt;br /&gt;Oh much punished and&lt;br /&gt;lost worlds of Gustav&lt;br /&gt;Klimt, while you stroked&lt;br /&gt;undertone rose-ochre tints&lt;br /&gt;to flesh, your century,&lt;br /&gt;demented, waited&lt;br /&gt;for its urgent re-inventions;&lt;br /&gt;voice-over, take-over&lt;br /&gt;newsreel/newsprint narratives:&lt;br /&gt;blunt  black- and- white.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Copyright Kathleen Spivack&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/594541321040202986-2195566845937506900?l=kathleenspicack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/KathkeenSpivack/~3/hp6_VJEp5M4/their-tranquil-lives-title-poem-of-new.html</link><author>steveglines@gmail.com (Steve Glines)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://kathleenspicack.blogspot.com/2010/07/their-tranquil-lives-title-poem-of-new.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-594541321040202986.post-7537469370215139625</guid><pubDate>Sun, 11 Jul 2010 15:52:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-07-11T11:56:05.590-04:00</atom:updated><title>THE SOW’S EAR POETRY REVIEW is proud to announce the publication of A History of Yearning by Kathleen Spivack</title><description>This collection is the winner of the annual chapbook competition 2009&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hzECwJh9p3A/TDnpGqMIO2I/AAAAAAAABZc/CLMrnbotBJ0/s1600/Blog,+Yearning+Bookcover.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: right; margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hzECwJh9p3A/TDnpGqMIO2I/AAAAAAAABZc/CLMrnbotBJ0/s320/Blog,+Yearning+Bookcover.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5492677521168677730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Most of these poems begin with paintings and photographs, and rise from them as fragrance rises from spring flowers after a hard winter, a gift to us from language that survives and blooms and brings us pleasures we hardly know how to name. Kathleen Spivack has created another in her series of award-winning books, a crowning achievement that lifts darkness and light and mixes them with consummate skill, passion, and the wide experience of a docent in the living museum of our time.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ISSN number 1535-5462. Available at your local bookshops, the Grolier Poetry Bookshop www.grolierpoetrybookshop.org  &lt;grolierpoetry@verizon.net&gt;, &lt;fillbookorders@gmail.com&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Copyright Kathleen Spivack&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/594541321040202986-7537469370215139625?l=kathleenspicack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/KathkeenSpivack/~3/u78gcfE7Vo8/sows-ear-poetry-review-is-proud-to.html</link><author>steveglines@gmail.com (Steve Glines)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hzECwJh9p3A/TDnpGqMIO2I/AAAAAAAABZc/CLMrnbotBJ0/s72-c/Blog,+Yearning+Bookcover.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://kathleenspicack.blogspot.com/2010/07/sows-ear-poetry-review-is-proud-to.html</feedburner:origLink></item></channel></rss>

