Amy King is the recipient of the 2015 Women’s National Book Association (WNBA) Award. Her latest collection, The Missing Museum, is a 2015 Tarpaulin Sky Book Prize winner. She’s co-editor of the anthology Big Energy Poets: Ecopoetry Thinks Climate Change and the anthology series, Bettering American Poetry. King is a professor of creative writing at SUNY Nassau Community College.
King has also taught poetry workshops at such places as the San Francisco State University Poetry Center and the Summer Writing Program @ Naropa University.
Her poems have been nominated for numerous Pushcart Prizes, she was a Lambda Literary finalist, and she was the recipient of a MacArthur Scholarship for Poetry. Amy founded and curated, from 2006, the Brooklyn-based reading series, The Stain of Poetry, until 2010. Readings, reviews and more @ www.AmyKing.org .
Amy King’s poems think in association, evoking a world familiar but entirely unexpectable. Next to us all this turns and spins: under the veil of hum and drum is the paradise of possibility. This is a poetry of hope for a world shrouded by nearly and almost. -- Charles Bernstein
I like the way the poems in Antidotes for an Alibi seem to turn on their axes. Their wit is gone before you know it, but the metaphysical effect transports you a considerable distance, where you find yourself happy to be pleasantly addled. -- Ron Padgett
Amy King's poems leap from small, fragile moments into grand gesture and godly vision. Her snapshots of downtown folklore connect on the most basic, truthful level. "If I were you, I would wait for me," King writes. I advise you to do what she says. --Daniel Nester
At play in the displaced language of "elsewhere," the poems in Amy King's first book, Antidotes for an Alibi, offer a new kind of truth-telling: "I'm learning to give disappearance an honesty," she writes. "A patchwork seamstress" with "light's residue on my tongue," she "sing(s) along with the exacting world and its inner tin-heart difference." These poems are remarkable for their ironic wit, their bemused (and amusing) self-awareness, their fresh look at how we ab/use words, and are used by them. --L.S. Asekoff
The little Gore Lost From her Sister Yes My found itch And they have so much fun They had so much fun of the park and To go home Forgot dark Dark outside Dee end
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