Anne Waldman

Jan 18, 2025 | aminatou.substack.com | Malene Birger |Anne Waldman |Aminatou Sow

On Friday, the local paper sent out a news alert announcing that our corrupt Mayor was heading to swampy Mar-a-Lago to meet with Trump. They said the Mayor ‘is open to receiving a pardon from him,’ which is honestly so funny and I would sure hope so for him. It goes without saying that I am open to receiving millions of dollars. We are witnessing an absolute parade of shameless losers humiliating themselves to curry favor under the new regime. Absolute and total losers.

May 7, 2024 | poets.org | Angela Peñaredondo |Anne Waldman

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May 16, 2023 | theparisreview.org | Anne Waldman

Jamaica Kincaid was born Elaine Potter Richardson on Antigua in 1949. When she was sixteen, her family interrupted her education, sending her to work as a nanny in New York. In time, she put herself on another path. She went from the New School in Manhattan to Franconia College in New Hampshire, and worked at Magnum Photos and at the teen magazine Ingenue.

May 16, 2023 | theparisreview.org | Anne Waldman

Perhaps I’m kidding myself about the life I lead Sometimes I feel I’m dying like a lot of things I see around me Then I turn on the TV and understand that everything must still be moving Music, for example, and I rush outside around the corner to a concert It’s so easy Everything accessible from where I happen to live at the moment Things like rock concerts not too many trees on 2nd Avenue Once, on the Sixth Avenue bus I got a sudden sensation I had been alive before That I was a man at some...

Feb 9, 2023 | poetryfoundation.org | Anne Waldman

I wore a garland of the briar that put me now in awe I wore a garland of the brain that was whole It commanded me, done babbling And I no more blabbed, spare no lie Tell womanhood she shake off pity Tell the man to give up tumult for the while To wonder at the sight of baby's beauty Ne let the monsters fray us with things that not be From a high tower poem issuing Everything run along in creation till I end the song Ne none fit for so wild beasts Ne none so joyous, ne none no give no lie Tell...