Janet Kuypers’ 25+ minute Half Price Books poetry reading 2/1/17

Below are writing links and video links from February 1st 2017 (20170201), where Janet Kuypers was performing in Austin a 25 minute poetry Half Price Books poetry reading 2/1/17.

In this reading she read not only poems from 3 of the last features from Janet Kuypers in Chicago (“Journey” in Hyde Park, “Farewell Chicago” at Poetry’s “Love Letter”, and “Like a Lamb to the Slaughter” at the Gallery Cabaret), but also all of the “Exalted Love” show poems (that would be a separate show 2/4/17 at the Bahá’í Faith Center).

Below are video links and poem writing links to the live performance of poetry reading at Half Price Book 2/1/17 at Half Price Books in Austin.

Read the poems from the show:

old school and high-tech monuments
extinct on planet earth
Other Souls
Open Book
Mapping the Way to True Love
Years, Centuries, Eons
Zenith of the Night Sky
just one book

Who Am I? | Poem by Carl Sandburg

My head knocks against the stars.
My feet are on the hilltops.
My finger-tips are in the valleys and shores of
universal life.
Down in the sounding foam of primal things I
reach my hands and play with pebbles of
I have been to hell and back many times.
I know all about heaven, for I have talked with God.
I dabble in the blood and guts of the terrible.
I know the passionate seizure of beauty
And the marvelous rebellion of man at all signs
reading “Keep Off.”

My name is Truth and I am the most elusive captive
in the universe.

Carl Sandburg – Poet | Academy of American Poets
Carl Sandburg – Wikipedia

Where the Sidewalk Ends | Poem by Shel Silverstein

There is a place where the sidewalk ends
And before the street begins,
And there the grass grows soft and white,
And there the sun burns crimson bright,
And there the moon-bird rests from his flight
To cool in the peppermint wind.

Let us leave this place where the smoke blows black
And the dark street winds and bends.
Past the pits where the asphalt flowers grow
We shall walk with a walk that is measured and slow,
And watch where the chalk-white arrows go
To the place where the sidewalk ends.

Yes we’ll walk with a walk that is measured and slow,
And we’ll go where the chalk-white arrows go,
For the children, they mark, and the children, they know
The place where the sidewalk ends.

Shel Silverstein – Poet | Academy of American Poets
Shel Silverstein – Wikipedia

What Do Women Want? | Poem by Kim Addonizio

I want a red dress.
I want it flimsy and cheap,
I want it too tight, I want to wear it
until someone tears it off me.
I want it sleeveless and backless,
this dress, so no one has to guess
what’s underneath. I want to walk down
the street past Thrifty’s and the hardware store
with all those keys glittering in the window,
past Mr. and Mrs. Wong selling day-old
donuts in their café, past the Guerra brothers
slinging pigs from the truck and onto the dolly,
hoisting the slick snouts over their shoulders.
I want to walk like I’m the only
woman on earth and I can have my pick.
I want that red dress bad.
I want it to confirm
your worst fears about me,
to show you how little I care about you
or anything except what
I want. When I find it, I’ll pull that garment
from its hanger like I’m choosing a body
to carry me into this world, through
the birth-cries and the love-cries too,
and I’ll wear it like bones, like skin,
it’ll be the goddamned
dress they bury me in.

From Tell Me by Kim Addonizio. Copyright © 2000 by Kim Addonizio. BOA Editions.

Kim Addonizio – Poet | Academy of American Poets
Kim Addonizio – Wikipedia