Episode 7

Cassandra de Alba and Amy Lowell

Cassandra de Alba has published several chapbooks including habitats by Horse Less Press in 2016, Ugly/Sad by Glass Poetry Press in 2020, and Cryptids, which was co-authored with Aly Pierce and published by Ginger Bug Press in 2020.  Her work has appeared in The Shallow Ends, Big Lucks, Wax Nine, The Baffler, Verse Daily, and others. 

Amy Lowell was born in 1874 in Brookline, Massachusetts. She was educated in private schools in Boston and at her home. Lowell’s first significant poetry publication came in 1910 when her poem “Fixed Idea” was published in the Atlantic Monthly. Two years later, her book A Dome of Many-Coloured Glass was published by Houghton Mifflin. She went on to write several other books of poetry, and she was a key figure in the Imagist movement led by Ezra Pound. She wrote a major biography of the poet John Keats, which was published in 1925, the same year in which she died. Lowell’s book What’s O’Clock won the Pulitzer Prize for poetry in 1926.  

Links:

Cassandra de Alba

Cassandra de Alba's website

Three poems in Dear Poetry Journal

"Self-Portrait with Rabbit Ears and Seventeen" at Verse Daily

"Miniatures" in Ghost City

"End Times Fatigue" at Sweet

Amy Lowell

Bio and poems at Poetry Foundation

Bio and poems at Poetry.org

Transcript
Alan May:

Welcome to The Beat. Today we’ll hear the poet Cassandra de Alba read her poems “i wore my boots like she always did,” “music video treatments for a song in which I don’t get what I want,” and “let’s go back.” She’ll follow by reading the poem “Taxi” by Amy Lowell.

Cassandra de Alba:

"i wore my boots like she always did &"

i plucked a bee off the sidewalk this morning

& she was still dead

i kept clumsily dropping it

on my way to something sweet

& a car full of girls watching me pick it up

for the third time

called me a humanitarian

i took a picture of the new flowers i left it on

& she was still dead

the flowers weren’t there yesterday & how

dare they, showing up to a world without her in it—

but they had been here, only different,

buds waiting to become themselves

i walked past them yesterday & knew

it would be soon,

the idea of the flowers waiting

inside their green bodies

it was like that, too, the idea

of her death—we all knew

what would come—

but still, what a surprise,

when in the morning

all those bright blooms.

"music video treatments for a song in which I don’t get what I want"

a warped cassette collapses

as it plays, catches fire,

burns down the small room

where I am a dark shape

against white walls.

a slow tracking shot centers me

in an empty concrete basement

as I silently vomit silver glitter

from a standing position.

my heart melts through my chest

thick and waxy

and puddles on the floor.

the puddle dries to a high shine.

a boot comes down and cracks it.

an object in the sky

is revealed to be my right hand,

poorly manicured,

with its fingers crossed.

the assembled birds

attack and devour.

"let’s go back"

take this vending machine ring

with its cracked plastic jewel.

shove it on my dirty finger

like marriage isn’t the punchline

to a joke your mother tells.

let’s run away to the woods—

i have three peanut-butter sandwiches

& seven chapter books.

let’s pretend our parents are as dead

as they will be in a decade.

let’s fall through the floor

of a rotting tree fort.

between us we can almost

light a match, so what

does the world have left

to teach us?

your boots are strong enough

to survive the winter.

my hair is long enough

to hide behind forever.

who could imagine

anything else to need?

"The Taxi" By Amy Lowell

When I go away from you

The world beats dead

Like a slackened drum.

I call out for you against the jutted stars

And shout into the ridges of the wind.

Streets coming fast,

One after the other,

Wedge you away from me,

And the lamps of the city prick my eyes

So that I can no longer see your face.

Why should I leave you,

To wound myself upon the sharp edges of the night?

Alan May:

You just heard Cassandra de Alba read her poems “i wore my boots like she always did,” “music video treatments for a song in which I don’t get what I want,” and “let’s go back.” She followed with “Taxi” by Amy Lowell. De Alba was kind enough to record these poems for us at her home in Massachusetts. Cassandra de Alba has published several chapbooks including habitats by Horse Less Press in twenty sixteen, Ugly/Sad by Glass Poetry Press in twenty twenty, and Cryptids, which was co-authored with Aly Pierce and published by Ginger Bug Press in twenty twenty. Her work has appeared in The Shallow Ends, Big Lucks, Wax Nine, The Baffler, Verse Daily, and others. Amy Lowell was born in eighteen seventy-four in Brookline, Massachusetts. She was educated in private schools in Boston and at her home. Lowell’s first significant publication came in nineteen ten when her poem “Fixed Idea” was published in the Atlantic Monthly. She was 36 years old. Two years later, her book A Dome of Many-Coloured Glass was published by Houghton Mifflin. She went on to write several other books of poetry, and she was a key figure in the Imagist movement led by Ezra Pound. She wrote a major biography of the poet John Keats, which was published in nineteen twenty-five, the same year in which she died. Lowell’s book What’s O’Clock won the Pulitzer Prize for poetry in nineteen twenty-six. You can find books by Cassandra de Alba and Amy Lowell in our online catalog. Also, look for links in the show notes. Please join us next time for The Beat.

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Alan May works as a librarian at Lawson McGhee Library. In his spare time, he reads and writes poetry. May's fourth book, Derelict Days in That Derelict Town, is forthcoming through BlazeVOX Books. His work has appeared or is forthcoming in The New Orleans Review, The New York Quarterly, The Hollins Critic, The Idaho Review, Plume, The Hong Kong Review, and others.