Iâ€™M A LONELY STRANGER HERE (Clapton) here there is no place that does not see you (Rilke): YOU DO NOT HAVE TO GO TO PRISONâ€”A POEM HAS YOUR BACK. Yes, there is an epidemic that on the surface seems bewildering, counterintuitiveâ€”elderly people committing crimes to get arrested, petty shopliftingâ€”especially women, with children and grandchildren and often spouses, ladies who want to get awayâ€”from where they are known but invisible, as they see itâ€”to be actually knownâ€”and the only place they can come up with is prisonâ€”which turns out to be not only not so bad but a place where they are seen at last. Our shoe today examines how poetic feet can take you away to yourself, how poems can see you, and with poetry, youâ€™ll never walk alone.
Youâ€™ll never walk alone, on our PoetrySlowDown, Produced by Zappa Johns, and Iâ€™m your host, Professor Barbara Mossberg, Dr. B, and weâ€™re slowing down today to talk about a phenomenon in the news, and how the news you need is the news of you, in poems where you are seen for your complicated, ambivalent, greatly wanting, greatly aspiring self: where you are known, and belong. Weâ€™ll hear Rumi, Kabir, Jane Hirschfield, Machado, Emily Dickinson, Thoreau, Charles Wright, Yeats, Rilke, Hafiz, Anna Swir, Milosz, and Mary Oliver. And next week, weâ€™ll continue, with Dorianne Lauxâ€™s â€œDust,â€ on Spring Cleaning, and you know, you know, you need this show, right now. We have your back, and you are known, right here: hear hear!
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