Poet Christopher Locke is performing tonight at Paul Smith’s College at six pm in the Pine Room.
Here’s some more info on Locke, who is currently the nonfiction editor at Slice Magazine:
Christopher Locke is an award-winning poet, essayist, and playwright. Born in Laconia, New Hampshire, in 1968, he is the author of the poetry collections How To Burn (Adastra Press, 1995),Slipping Under Diamond Light (Clamp Down Press, 2002), Possessed (Editor’s Choice Award, Main Street Rag Press, 2005), The Temple of Many Hands (Dead Drunk Dublin Press, 2010), End of American Magic (Salmon Poetry, 2010), and the memoir Can I Say (Kattywompus Press, 2013). A recipient of grants in poetry from the Massachusetts Cultural Council, the New Hampshire Council on the Arts, and Fundación Valparaiso (Spain), Chris has won numerous awards, including two Dorothy Sargent Rosenberg Poetry Prizes, and he has been a finalist for the Atlanta Review International Poetry Competition; Georgetown Review Annual Literary Competition; the New Issues Press Poetry Prize, and the Robert Penn Warren Award. He has also received several Pushcart Prize nominations. His writing appears widely and has been featured twice on both National Public Radio and Ireland’s Radio One. Come see why U.S. Poet Laureate Billy Collinssays Locke’s work will have you “helplessly engaged.” Find more at www.christopherlocke.net
Here’s some advance praise for his new book, Waiting for Grace and Other Poems:
Christopher Locke is a poet with huge imaginative and metaphorical gifts, i.e., his imagination is poetic. An angry Nun stands over his speaker in the third grade “…her skirt as black/as a tornado before it inhales a barn.” Or, (in the same poem!) a teenage ballplayer’s body “is loose as rainwater.” Visceral, lucid, original—Waiting for Grace is a terrific book. —Thomas LuxThese are honest and beautiful—sometimes wrenching—poems. Immaculately crafted, they are full of fresh metaphors and language, yet, at the same time, absolutely clear. I so admire them. —Patricia Fargnoli, former NH State Poet LaureateThe post-punk speaker of these poems, who confesses “I am tired of the way I shine,” and who declares his own shadow “redundant,” still musters awe while gazing upon his daughter’s school bus, not to mention the “dubious bling” of the natural world. Robins, quartz, ferns, dirtsong and pebble: the world outside is both a threat and a source of salvation. Christopher Locke’s poems remember rage, and are nearly undone by regret, but prove faithful to pathos in the end. —Christopher Bakken