The Story of The Writer's Center In 1976, a group of literature enthusiasts led by Allan Lefcowitz, Barbara Lefcowitz, Jane Fox, Merrill Lefler, Ann McLaughlin, Richard Peabody, John Hill and others embarked on a mission to make an independent home for the literary arts in the D.C. area. A community where like-minded individuals could share their love of literature, build relationships with one another, and create great art. Since those modest days out at Glen Echo Park, the home they built has grown to become a destination for many. Through the years, The Writer's Center has remained dedicated to the core aspirations of our founders. In addition to providing writing workshops-both on-location and online-we also host more than 50 literary events each year, featuring authors of local, national, and international renown.
Wow, this is fabulous, fascinating and fun stuff! I have loved Ann Hagedorn ever since I saw her on BOOK WORLD (or some such) talking about SAVAGE PEACE. “I just love my writing,” she said, as spontaneously as a kid. What a gift to find this treasure again. Thanks!!
Aslam o Alaikum dear Ya Ali AS madad "Amazing is the ability nature has to make all wrongs, right". Can you help me following the question How can nature make wrong things, right ? What do you think the poetess means ? I want to know that what was in your mind then you wrote this line in your poetry
Thank you both for your work. I enjoyed hearing about the inspiration that drives your artistry. Also, thank you both for sharing your personal stories about family, community and your work activism. As a tinkerer of photography and writing, this was a great insight. Gracias a los dos.
“…I often feel the victim of my own haunting. I once wrote that I felt like a ghost in a machine. That I was putting everything in my heart onto the keyboard in front of me and hoping someone, anyone, would reach back and understand.” That resonates with me so very much. Sure, we all struggle with a transient loneliness now and then, but Dixon is exploring something deeper; a persistent existential loneliness that sets in as we get older. We lose people, we lose more and more of ourselves, and the contours of our future narrow with each passing year. Wonderful book.
I am very excited to now know about Anthony Cody and his poetry. In an instant it exponentially exploded my personal universe... Being a white woman poet I do want to say that in this moment it seems the poetry world has eyes and ears only for work by marginalized artists whether due to race, politics or gender. I look forward to a time when art is fully liberated from its creator and is not critiqued from an angle determined by anything but the work's own merit (of which of course Anthony Cody's has heaps).
Can you read two books at once? Also Crane, I just saw you wrote about how diet and white supremacy are connected. What’s your diet like? Do you eat “junk food”? You’re both losers.
I think women like Madeleine Albright, Victoria Nuland, Hilary Clinton, Maggie Thatcher, Ursula von der Leyen, Susan Rice and Kindasleazie Rice have demonstrated that women are better at fomenting wars than they are at poetry.
just came upon this. so nice to put a face to your name. many Chelsea have passes through and i often wonder if it was you. You resemble a woman i knew many years ago named Mary. how is she? hope to see you and family if you ever make it this way or i am able to get to PEACHES..take care now
Really an excellent panel. Thank you, panelists and especially you, Zach: you always "bring it" when you host readings, interviews, etc. Intelligent, thoughtful questions and comments that elicit the same from your guests.
In every country there is a woman associated with a strange story that makes it a magical legend, and your book is interesting and wonderful. I hope one day to see it as a movie, because the real scary horror stories have a historical origin. I am proud of you Tracy ,💕 Sister Madina 😊
There was something really weird about this reading - I can't put my finger on it. The poetry was mediocre and kind of sad, but it wasn't just that - there was something creepy about the poet, like an exterior facade hiding something I can't put my words on. I'm sorry if this sounds unfounded or crude, but for the life of me I would avoid this woman, and if people know her or read her poetry I would suggest to avoid her.
Thanks for the insights! I'm working on a series of poems that draws on A Week on the Concord & Merrimack. Here's how he turns his observation to a squirrel: Out on branch reaching over the stream sat a fat squirrel twirling a green nut with one paw, while the other held it fast against its incisors as chisels. It rustled like a russet leaf with will of its own, now under a fence, now over it, now peeping at the voyagers through a crack with only its tail visible, now playing hide & seek a new nut stowed in its chops, with constant electric flashes twitching along its interrogative tail; until with chuckling squeak it dives to the root of a hazel, & we see no more of it.
I really wanna read that piece that was cut from the novel. Particularly bc of the way her professor told her he was only interesting in the context of the women around him. As a person with a disability, it would be interesting to see how I could possibly translate that on something of a near 1:1 in terms of, how do able bodied folks feel around and about me? Like to write that perspective, that slant.
