Poetry Discovered; Hannah Weiner; Galway Kinnell
- Transcript
but it does need from new york with this idea that the larvae are invited to this into poetry discovered an exploration of what today's parents and say tonight we hear a reading by halloween and can't wait you know and the winner of this and works in new york city the current issue of the magazine the tomb contains her poems buried at christmas nineteen sixty four and the same poem that in a
hat my name is anna wiener the first group of poems i'm going to read how the journal titled moving quite far from the point of departure for the title and some of the lines in the poem come from the book alan grier it's jealousy the first is based on a painting by marjorie strider at the beach strider the shadow is under the umbrella the red umbrella the green chair faces the left hand corner the shadow was on the right the reading green umbrella to well ascend the green chair faces three quarter under the red umbrella by the blue seen the green chair faces for the shadow was round the shadow is under the umbrella of the red umbrella the white sky the
green chair faces the lefthand corner you describe these cars to a decision until they become as you said black and white now the shadow of the congo insides she is combing her hair and was a black beyond the banana trees i think if you and the jungle plant of the trip we took in a canoe here is a gardenia for your hair on sundays you singing float by with a ticket for soul and to this day his time in the boat i wear a velvet collar and you a raincoat which i know it's gray the black suit you were married in and no tie we smiled for the photographer in several shades of grey behind the exactitude it's the utter confusion you are capable of in the hollow of the valley the indian architect bill says church hear the colors are a stand and weird droppings of columns
point you're inspired ignorance moving quite far from the point of departure you are shattered into fragments behind the black and white facade we are truly colorful self must be put together like a puzzle walking down the glass tunnel i got the keys to the apartment and shattered the roof here is a check stub for a million and a whistle to call the police here the police take the gold dancer that lights up at the end when you're right and that is go for a drive in your new car we drove to the old apartment the new apartment is not ready a curse on all handyman who have shouted the lights of both bicycles leaving glass on the street i had a dream about you we were talking talking about what i remember just talking talking about the johnny didn't come to the party talking to larry rivers about chicken that you're talking about drinking bourbon and soda until you told me to drink bourbon with water talking party talk and disposed of
my deepest thoughts to keep from remembering you had not arrived talking about the long drive over that he had been not in spain fell ago so talking to get them noticing the light when they opened the door when i was a child they left a light outside my door i'm coming through either going out the door open it disappear and everything you remember i slept in a quilted box and a butter and sugar bread buy the wooden spoon of the war their porch have those pump smell of kerosene the sun shines at nine o'clock now the losing grasso read but rhoads panic sit on branches of yellow leaves sitting yellow trees is it necessary to be alone and you wear red velvet suit to cover your naked body which is
many colored i wait patiently while you go away where why in place are the red velvet suit i can offer you a greens way tie i'm not patient now the least of their particular color between brown and red fading in the remaining gray light the next parliament is a long letter written when i was in you get time last christmas and the title is matter christmas nineteen sixty four dr douglas last night we slept in the hot markets without you i thought how nice if you were there we could reach out and douglas three years ago they buried the boy and yesterday he dug up his bones they sang the mass for this pair of the bones two offerings of bread and one of hot chocolate of an area a crash with a baby jesus candles on cans of pineapple
juice though places bones in the wall of the church and i was in the fourth temple dr douglas gentile of the pyramid of the magician spacing west across the court of unknowns across the green grass court of unknowns with the cross serpents and so glad you read that paragraph and died douglas will run through the streets with a new electric lights to the dance dr douglas a singing women brought baby jesus to the hot two women added and shut the door opened up the door there is no room inside i am the virgin mary there is no room inside saba maria maria most of the play's to don the manger in shaw's crepe paper silver for two old women and wheat fields reading the maps the children sleep the masses over the gas honey eat fruit at this week
douglas police never die did others among them as a fifteen year old boy she has had two miscarriages in five months they wear western dress is very handsome is a cocoon and the book of general knowledge a mile it says that when a seal who dived into the second chanel area cheats and heats up to bring back the privacy of rain gods and they declared in chief if there were proper i would've asked him to dance dave douglas i'm living inside a one it has a thatched roof and black bugs they are not tax the water has chosen and it's pure and taste terrible ian douglas they're showing movie of guatemala a little girl as a beautiful dress it is from guatemala the babies were wheat deals improved image douglas we're dose open hunting but left before much frank wanted to cpb larry and rosemarie are
present tense there is a bug in my drink there was a bug in my first drink i'm a large white animal slightly darker than the ins with black hair or did others my name means to keep in mind that will please like he says i always write about food yet i was there was a scorpion in my shower a baby with a tail one a half inches long and so they are not dangerous i fussed and on the podium shaking dave douglas i have left a sign on my bed that says let the end of this iconic temple of the warriors examine the sacrificial stone behind the cha coo do doubles the pillars are painted in douglas there's a wire carved in stone on his knees with a tear in his eye you have like climbing down into castillo up into the observatory of the interstate highway overpass do know the red jaguar has jeopardized and jay jonas eagles in jaguars eat human hearts on the four walls of the temple of jack was an eagles dare douglas i am tired of the black bugs in my
bed do not mind i would lie down did i was one of the latter in iraq in my mailbox when i get back follow ambac is time for dinner i'm not hungry alliance it was delicious and douglas tomorrow they go into the bush with a jeep and in and around the village with a machete at and franken fred amber of us gets to look at the ruins the hunters discovered near kabul i will be and fight for fifteen one pan american oh damn i just spoke to the day she said it was spectacular they discovered too stout on a plaza a pyramid several mounds well the city that is called soul ok it is from three hundred or seven hundred dead douglas one week he'll shake before wearing i'm inside my mosquito netting my cigarettes and matches an ashtray and pencil a notebook or inside my mosquito netting the law is at the six o'clock i
must pack is ten o'clock i love you did i was there dancing i'm wrong they're singing i heard the singing stones' there's a moth in milan there was a mop in my lap last night of the west court of the nuns of the green grass court of unknowns i see only a corner from temple for i will not wash my face i will not brush my teeth good douglas rosemarie love to town but then larry and on in miami this plane has come from group is mostly empty inside their engine drawings on the paper of the wall of the plane they are very expressive and detailed and different from those itchy chen i must go to peru dr douglass thank you for the roses the pink roses that decide that they not i bought in the market with air when the day we had oranges and supposedly the fruit of the cheek of tree the next is a series
of sharp horns called conversations with the great they're based on the paintings ever name a great and the time and the beachcombers the title of the painting prospective i rushed through the door you had bitten away from a man with a newspaper sat by the window in your when kahler now you have gone you are going you are gone a slight dominance of the red velvet curtain the false narrative in your eye your blue eyed the sky has clients in the alphabet of revelations of keene a relief a kind of stand kind of stand a glass twisted wire has to on campus and not nato
troops that we've also has a stem that he also has a stamp well i laughed i thought the gods were upside down they weren't you left revolutions city of dreams the moon is a black suv next year a lion etched bowl are like the burning platform i sledgehammer on the desert of my dreams drink garage from a water glass would you rather write and i asked you well say so don't stand there holding a more surprises in the ocean spikes have peers drove them crazy new to wear laced who is the golden legend migraine than just almost that fly past my hungry window you've been listening to halloween and reading from her poetry is when his
turn at the beach strident booster think i'm fine and sixty three mr you're reading i can't wait you know two volumes of poetry by sticking out what a kingdom it was and so it hurting on that lynette not have been published by nissin right cory aquino and i'm going to read from my poetry like to begin by reading to sections of a poem called the avenue bearing the initial of christ into the new world section six describes the pushcart market on avenue c
in new york city in the pushcart market on sunday a crate of lemons discharge is like like a battery icicle shaped carrots that through black soul wolf oh i lie like flames in the sun onions with their shirts ripped seek some light on green skins sun beats and beats turkey's borders in coal fields and turnips pinched and get this from barging rocks and ember e sweets and horseradish is still growing weeds on the flatlands cabbages lying about black sea green brains the skulls had been shot from and tomatoes and dented plum tomatoes alligators skinned cucumber is that float pickled in the wood and tubs of green skim milk sky flowers dead flowers under direct flowers those that climb before the sun in their lives and
those that were moved away equally uprooted maimed locked shut down the same and in the market in damascus a goat came to a store where a twelve goat heads were lined up for sale and sniff them one by one finally third team goats started smiling and they're frankly sardonic way a chrome bae is a pickle from a chrome it is wrapped in them in her home's you open the rapping stained and stare and stare and stare at it and the cucumbers and the melons and the leagues and the onions and the garlic the next section i'll read from this poem is kind of companion section fish markets
section number eleven this includes a quotation in translation of a letter from the year commander of the german concentration camp to relatives of the victims that's quoted verbatim again the poem starts with a listing of physical objects the fish market closed the fish is gone into flesh smells straight down each other fact with roe the marble todd hacked into chunks on the counter butter fishes mouths still open still trying to eat pork is with receding joy is hinged apart in a grimace of dejection as if like cows they had died under the sledgehammer perches and grass green armor spotted script exists in the melting ice meet
faced and cooking no more mud eating well it's buried in crushed ice piled fish is with scales like chicken fat spanish mackerel sweet butter cups on the flanks it's two toned flounders after the long contortion of pushing both eyes to the brown side that they might look up lying brown side down like a mass laying on of hands what the oath taking of an army the only things alive are the car that drift in the black tank in the rear kept living for the usual reasons that they have not died and perhaps because the last meal was garbage and that might begin stinking i'm dying before the customer got half way home they nudge each other to be netted the sweet flesh to be lifted thrashing in the air to be slaughtered and then to keep on living
while they're opened on the counter fishes do not die exactly is more that they go out of themselves the visible part remains the same there is little power only the cataract and eyes which have not shut ever must look through the mist which crazed homer these other vegetables of the deep the shield flowers of darkness swimmers of dense to darkness is where the sun's rays spend for the last time and in the sky there burns this shifty jellyfish but he generates and flashes and freeform us fishes are no obama would the big use terms like christ mailing them to the wood he scrapes the knife up the grain the scales fly he and nails them reverses them nails them again scrapes and scales fly he lobs off the heads shakes out the guts as if they did not belong in the first
place and they are flesh for the first time in their lives dear for all blank your husband blank died in the camp hospital on blank nyad may i express my sincere simply on your bereavement blank was admitted to the hospital on blank with severe symptoms of exhaustion complaining of difficulties in creating and pains in the chest despite company medication and devoted medical attention and proved impossible unfortunately to keep the patient alive or deceased voice to file requests camp commandant by on fifth street broncos certified in bomb or catholic leans in his doorway drawing on a natural bloom cigar he glances up the street even the puerto ricans on juice and a chinese laundry closes on saturday this poem is a rather recent one it's called the porcupine and it comes in seven parts
i might say a word about the year habits of the animal to make some of the parts comprehensible to people who don't know porcupines well they very hard teeth as hard as the virus and thus they're able to get this all by eating wood which men have leaned against touch sat on stepped on and so on that's when a farmer weeks of the nie meer is a crunch crunch crunch crunch crunch is bonnie knows that is shovel handle is disappearing there's something spooky about the way they seem to be devoted to wading off the face of the earth an ear object that man has a man as solo by touching the porcupine fatted
on airbnb so swollen on crab apples puffed up on bass didn't flow below nine willow flowers poplar captions first leafs of aspen and lodge the porcupine drags and bounces his last meal across ice to mind goldenrod and stokely fields in character he resembles us in seven ways he puts his mark on outhouses he optimize is by moonlight he ships on the run he uses his tail for climbing good chuckle softly to himself and scary is overcrowded if there's more than one of improv five acres his eyes have their own inner redness bigger of goings across florida's of hesitations of thresholds of hand prints of dread the door post or window jam it would gouge the world empty of us have and critter in tune to it is nothing
in fact could rinse it of all our sweat and pathos dorer of axe handles the flow with grain of arms of maurice chairs of handcrafted object he's steeped in the juices of fingertips of services so indelible oils and just grace of clothes pins that have grabbed our body rags by under armour and crotch i'm impressed by the world of destroyers by these he's astonished up for rookie an angel for whom the true portion of the sweetness over is one of those bottom of the glittering city handed bits of salt water that splashed down the haunted routines of a human face a
farmer shot a porcupine three times as it goes down a tree limb on the way down the torah itself open on a broken branch hoped it's got and continued falling on the ground it sprang to its feet and paying out god he used and sparkle to a hundred feet of goldenrod before the abrupt emptiness the investor puts porcupine killers in hell for nine generations sentencing them to know about each other's hearts for the sorts of desire i rolled this way in fact in the great bed under the quilt that mimics this country of broken farms and woods the sheaf of the man melting the self stabbing coral of artichoke bristles blossoming out would a redeye and hired two arrow
sprouting rich and tossing up mattress feathers pricking the woman beside me until she cries in my timeline of crouched quills erected saint sebastian a scared heart and been beat did with a locust club on the barest now and falling from high places i have fled have jumped over dazzled the fields of goldenrod terrified seeking home and among flowers i've come to myself empty the rope strung out behind me in the full sun glorified with all my blood and tonight i think i prowl broken skull or vacant as a sub big in the wintry meadow softly chuckling blank template of
myself dragging the craving belly to village flowered acres griffith whistled lifts snuffed purplish flame and thorn bushes crash in the black wind for the need to fire of roses are close by reading a very small form quote your way to see tumbles in fisherman's ladders lay not that great clip is that tories sleep monologue ramps like that the bar is their children splash among the jellyfish this it is the last time we shall see each other the little stones russell and crash mr i think a far off catastrophes
and her childhood in my own a spray she says not how it washes the air with rainbow is it's been we've been listening to galloway keynote reading from his poetry to canals translation of the poems of frostbite do your covers signet classics in nineteen sixty five novel black knight was recently published by houghton mifflin this has been poetry discovered radio forum report and we discuss and talk about peace is vital to their all to discover this
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- Series
- Poetry Discovered
- Episode
- Hannah Weiner; Galway Kinnell
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- WRVR (Radio station: New York, N.Y.)
- Contributing Organization
- The Riverside Church (New York, New York)
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- Episode Description
- This episode focuses on the works of Hannah Weiner and Galway Kinnell.
- Series Description
- An exploration of what poets were saying at the time.
- Broadcast Date
- 1966-05-18
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- Literature
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- Poetry
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- 00:32:13.920
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WRVR (Radio station: New York, N.Y.)
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The Riverside Church
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- Chicago: “Poetry Discovered; Hannah Weiner; Galway Kinnell,” 1966-05-18, The Riverside Church , American Archive of Public Broadcasting (GBH and the Library of Congress), Boston, MA and Washington, DC, accessed June 2, 2026, http://americanarchive.org/catalog/cpb-aacip-528-z892806g1q.
- MLA: “Poetry Discovered; Hannah Weiner; Galway Kinnell.” 1966-05-18. The Riverside Church , American Archive of Public Broadcasting (GBH and the Library of Congress), Boston, MA and Washington, DC. Web. June 2, 2026. <http://americanarchive.org/catalog/cpb-aacip-528-z892806g1q>.
- APA: Poetry Discovered; Hannah Weiner; Galway Kinnell. Boston, MA: The Riverside Church , American Archive of Public Broadcasting (GBH and the Library of Congress), Boston, MA and Washington, DC. Retrieved from http://americanarchive.org/catalog/cpb-aacip-528-z892806g1q