Name Kate Colby Role Poet | ||
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Books Unbecoming behavior, Fruitlands |
Kate colby reading at litmus press spring book party 6 10 11
Kate Colby (born 1974, Boston) is an American poet and essayist. She grew up in Massachusetts, received her undergraduate degree from Wesleyan University, and an MFA from California College of the Arts. In 1997, she moved to San Francisco, where she worked for several years as a curator at Yerba Buena Center for the Arts, on the board of The LAB art space, and later as a grant writer and copyeditor. In 2008, she moved in Providence, Rhode Island, where she currently works as a copywriter and editor, and serves on the board of the Gloucester Writers Center in Massachusetts.
Contents
- Kate colby reading at litmus press spring book party 6 10 11
- Readings in contemporary poetry susan howe and kate colby
- Awards
- Poetry Books
- Chapbooks
- Selected Poetry and Essays
- Selected Interviews and Recordings
- Reviews
- References
Her work has appeared in Aufgabe, Bennington Review, Columbia Poetry Review, New American Writing, No: A Journal of the Arts, The Rumpus, Verse and The Volta, and has been featured at the RISD, deCordova and Isabella Stewart Gardner museums.
Readings in contemporary poetry susan howe and kate colby
Awards
Poetry Books
Chapbooks
Selected Poetry and Essays
Selected Interviews and Recordings
Reviews
Kate Colby's Unbecoming Behavior examines Jane Bowles’ biography through an imaginative parsing of sensory detail, autobiographical detail and critique of creative process. The long poem is as engaging and resonant as the subject matter is rich.
Besides Colby’s interesting thematic projects, Fruitlands bears smaller traces of her fingerprints: her obsession with the color blue, the quote she uses from one of my favorite Built to Spill songs (No one wants to hear / what you dreamt about / unless you dreamt about / them), her references to Arnold Schwarzenegger and Bruno Schulz. These moments are so delightful and unique, they feel comfortably inscrutable. Or, just as likely, I realized there was something harsh, even disingenuous, in asking the question “why?” when they felt just right.