Tim Dlugos


Born
in Springfield, The United States
August 05, 1950

Died
November 03, 1990

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Poet Tim Dlugos was born in Springfield, Massachusetts and grew up in Arlington, Virginia. From 1968 to 1970, he was a Christian Brother at LaSalle College in Philadelphia. He left LaSalle and moved to Washington, DC, where he participated in the Mass Transit poetry readings. In the late 1970s, he moved to New York City and was active in the Lower East Side literary scene, where he was a contributing editor to Christopher Street magazine and on the Poetry Project staff.

Dlugos’s books of poetry include High There (1973), Je Suis Ein Americano (1979), Incredible Risks (1980), Entre Nous (1981), A Fast Life (1982), Strong Place (1992), Powerless: Selected Poems 1973–1990 (1995), and the posthumous A Fast Life: Poems of Tim Dlugos (2011), edite
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A Fast Life: The Collected ...

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Strong Place

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Entre Nous

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Tricks: 25 Encounters

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Real Things: An Anthology o...

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“American Baseball

It's for real, not for practice, and it's televised,
not secret, the way you'd expect a civilized country
to handle delicate things, it's in color, it's happening
now in Florida, "This Is American Baseball" the announcer
announces as the batter enters the box, we are watching,
and it could be either of us

standing there waiting
for the pitch, avoiding the eye of the pitcher as we take
a few practice cuts, turning to him and his tiny friends in
the outfield, facing the situation, knowing that someone
behind our backs is making terrible gestures, standing
there to swing and miss

the way I miss you, wanting to be out
of uniform, out of breath, in your car, in love again, learning
all the signals for the first time, they way we learned the rules
of night baseball as high-school freshman: first base, you kiss
her, second base, her breasts, third, you're in her pants, and
home is where the heart

wants to be all the time, but seldom
can reach past the obstacle course of space, the home in our
perfect future we wanted so badly, and want more than ever since
we learned we won't live there, which happens to lovers in civilized
countries all the time, and happens too in American baseball when
you strike out and remember what the game really meant.”
Tim Dlugos, A Fast Life: The Collected Poems

“I want to walk beside you in the drizzle

and say you can move in with me
tonight, right away, even though
this time they'll probably evict me
and although I'm moving out in three weeks anyway”
Tim Dlugos

“Stick that bumbershoot
in elephant's foot

brolly stand behind
the big door. Mind

your manners at High tea.”
Tim Dlugos