Deb: Meet Poets Camille T. Dungy and Sean Hill

On Tuesday, February 4,
2014
, at 7 pm at the Anchorage Museum at 
Rasmuson Center
(W.
 7th Avenue
entrance), poets Camille Dungy and Sean Hill will discuss “Writing the Whole Environment”: what it means to
write about family, history, community, and the natural world. A
question-and-answer session and book signing will follow. Admission is free.



Here, an introductory
poem from each, followed by links to sites where you can learn more about the poets and
their work.
Camille T. Dungy (WideVision Photography, Marcia Wilson)
REQUIEM 
by Camille T. Dungy

Sing the mass— 
light upon me washing words 
now that I am gone.

The
sky was a hot, blue sheet the summer breeze fanned 

out
and over the town. I could have lived forever 

under
that sky. Forgetting where I was, 

I
looked left, not right, crossed into a street 

and
stepped in front of the bus that ended me. 

Will
you believe me when I tell you it was beautiful— 

my
left leg turned to uselessness and my right shoe flung 

some
distance down the road? Will you believe me 

when I
tell you I had never been so in love 

with
anyone as I was, then, with everyone I saw? 

The
way an age-worn man held his wife’s shaking arm, 

supporting
the weight that seemed to sing from the heart 

she
clutched. Knowing her eyes embraced the pile 

that
was me, he guided her sacked body through the crowd. 

And
the way one woman began a fast the moment she looked 

under
the wheel. I saw her swear off decadence. 

I saw
her start to pray. You see, I was so beautiful 

the
woman sent to clean the street used words 

like
police tape to keep back a young boy 

seconds
before he rounded the grisly bumper. 

The
woman who cordoned the area feared my memory 

would
fly him through the world on pinions of passion 

much
as, later, the sight of my awful beauty pulled her down 

to
tears when she pooled my blood with water 

and
swiftly, swiftly washed my stains away.

Camille T. Dungy is the author of Smith
Blue, Suck on the Marrow
, and What to Eat, What to Drink, What
to Leave for Poison
. She edited Black Nature: Four Centuries of
African American Nature Poetry
, and co-edited the From the Fishouse poetry
anthology. Her honors include an American Book Award, two Northern California
Book Awards, a California Book Award silver medal, and a fellowship from the
NEA. Dungy is currently a Professor in the English department at Colorado State
University. 
While in Anchorage, Camille Dungy will also
teach a 49 Writers creative writing class on Wednesday, Feb. 5, 6:00-9:00 pm,
How to Write a Poem: Make a List. Click here for
more details.

Interviews with Camille T. Dungy can be found here, here, and here. 

 

Sean Hill

POSTCARD TO
WRONG ADDRESS
By Sean Hill
Yesterday I was, one place to begin
and Today I saw, another, but I
know I doesn’t matter to you. You
don’t know I or me for that matter.
But you are
appropriate—
appropriately not
fit like the not it
we sang out in
our childhood games.
You’re like a
confessional or, maybe,
the restaurant
suggestion box;
you don’t care
if I’m penitent
or cynical. I
could tell you about
the side of
paradise I hiked
today with its
flora and fauna—
the birds! Or
the Sidle Parade,
a subtle
spectacle I saw yesterday,
and it matters
not. I could tell
you how I
really feel about my
father or my
shoe size, and they’d
both have the
same weight like
the Weighing of
the Heart—the soul
needs to
balance the feather to gain
entry into
heaven. Tomorrow
I intend to go
to the Dead Man’s
Button Museum.
They’re also
called dead man’s
throttles—installed
in trains in
case an engineer keels
over. Without
pressure, the brakes engage.
Sean Hill’s Callaloo Blues
Poems
Gathering GroundThe
Ringing Ear
, and Black Nature: Four Centuries of African American
Nature Poetry

His first book, 
Blood
Ties & Brown Liquor
,
was published by the University of Georgia Press in 2008.  In
2009 Hill became an editor at 
Broadsided Press. 
His second collection of poetry,
Dangerous Goods, is forthcoming from Milkweed
Editions in early 2014. He makes his home in Bemidji, Minnesota, but he
has moved to Fairbanks, Alaska, to join the creative writing faculty at
 UAF as a visiting professor. 

You’ll find more poems from Sean Hill here, and an interview here. 
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