MEET THE AUTHOR
Poetry is full of tension and uncertainty
these days, and for good reason. We have
lost our love for ourselves as a people. But
we can get it back if we want. Jazz pianist
George Shearing was waiting to cross a
busy intersection once when a man with a
white cane tapped him on the shoulder and
asked if Shearing could help him get to the
other side. Shearing himself was blind from
birth, but as he tells it, he thought, “What
could I do? I thought a moment, and then took him across. It was the
biggest thrill of my life!” Friend, we need each other. Give me your arm.
Let’s take one step and then another. Let us go line by line, stanza by
stanza, poem by poem—these poems of mine or yours; it doesn’t matter.
Something better awaits us, something much better. In 2003, novelist
Arundhati Roy gave a talk at the World Social Forum in Porto Alegre,
Brazil, entitled “Confronting Empire,” which concludes, “Another world
is not only possible, she is on her way. On a quiet day, I can hear her
breathing.” Friend, let’s go there.
David Kirby’s collection The House on Boulevard St.: New and Selected
Poems was a finalist for the National Book Award in 2007. Kirby is the
author of Little Richard: The Birth of Rock ’n’ Roll, which the Times Literary Supplement of London called “a hymn of praise to the emancipatory power of nonsense.” Kirby’s honors include fellowships from the
National Endowment of the Arts and the Guggenheim Foundation. His
latest poetry collection is More Than This.