“I
like to start with the ordinary, and then nudge it, and then think, 'What
happens next, what happens next?'” – James Tate
Born
on Dec. 8, 1944 Tate won both the Pulitzer Prize and the American Book Award
for his poetry. Growing up with the goal of becoming a gas station
attendant, he struggled in high school, overcame being in a gang, and fell in
love with writing while taking college classes on a dare. Ultimately
he earned three college degrees, taught poetry and creative writing in several
major colleges, and became one of America’s greatest poets, authoring 16 books
of poetry and 30 books altogether. He
died in 2015.
“Poetry
is everywhere,” Tate said. “It just needs editing.” For Saturday’s Poem, here is Tate’s,
Teaching The Ape To Write Poems
They
didn’t have much trouble
Teaching
the ape to write poems:
First
they strapped him into the chair,
Then
tied the pencil around his hand
(The
paper had already been nailed down).
Then
Dr. Bluespire leaned over his shoulder
And
Whispered into his ear:
“You
look like a god sitting there.
Why
don’t you try writing something?”
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