Mary Karr is an award-winning poet and best-selling memoirist. She is the author of the critically-acclaimed and New York Times best-selling memoirs The Liars' Club, Cherry, and Lit, as well as the Art of Memoir, and five poetry collections, most recently Tropic of Squalor. Karr is also a songwriter, having collaborated with Rodney Crowell, Norah Jones, Lucinda Williams and others on a country album called KIN. A sought after speaker, she has given distinguished talks at prestigious universities, libraries, and writers' festivals across the world. Karr welcomes conversation with her audience and she is known for her spirited, lively, and engaging Q&A sessions. Her many awards include a Whiting Award in Poetry, an NEA, a Radcliffe Bunting Fellowship, and a Guggenheim. She is also a regular contributor to The New Yorker, The Atlantic, and Poetry magazine. Karr is the Peck Professor of Literature at Syracuse University and lives in New York City.
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AbacusPoemsFrom"Hard Knocks"
In the locker room we unhooked our bras, hoping
shower steam kept us invisible,
but our souls showed, our prepubescent fuzz.
Stockings hung from shower rods like biblical snakes.
Who would learn first? we wondered, and drew breasts
in goofy loops until Sister Angelica banged
her ruler, and we printed the same confession
a hundred times, her shadow crossing
our spiral notebooks, her eyes like old
spiders. Ginnie learned and got a heart-shaped
locket, then a shotgun wedding ring.
Heather gave birth so often she forgot,
she said, what caused it. Becky’s womb was lost
in an abortionist’s garage. We said good-bye
in the Immaculate Conception parking lot.
Still, nuns click their beads in memory of us,
how we strolled, arms linked, singing,
into the world of women where all deaths begin.
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AbacusPoemsFrom"The Distance"
I’m sorry we missed each other, but that’s the story
two poets write. Your taxi screeched away
as I arrived, your numbered door swung open
to an empty room. I questioned the hotel clerk.
He gave me your envelope,
the box with the single pearl,
strung now with the rest, your gifts,
my abacus of love and hate.
I sat in the hotel bar placing each stone
with its occasion, my birthdays, your infidelities,
the boat trip to Japan where we bought
the Utamaro print that hung above the bed.
A woman diver perched on a slimy rock,
black rope of hair, knife in her teeth.
She’d been down deep, and you admired her.
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AbacusPoemsFrom"Diogenes the Bartender Closes Up"
Thank God for the bankrupt drunk with the gold
American Express. He bought my gin.
He understood my thoughts, punched the saddest
numbers on the jukebox.
His divorce will join the myths
in my best Iliad.
And bless the maintenance man, that holy ghost,
a blue-eyed vet who mops
the four corners of my world, a ring of keys
that can open any door
singing from his belt. I feel locked up.
I’m some rigmarole
they hired cheap. I know fine art, the alphabet.
I don’t know why the screws
tighten in our lives, or how to move a single
inch beyond myself.
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“Searing . . . [Karr] has written a book that lassos you, hogties your emotions and won’t let you go . . . Explores the subjectivity of memory even as it chronicles with searching intelligence, humor and grace the author’s slow, sometimes exhilarating, sometimes painful discovery of her vocation and her voice as a poet and writer . . . Karr writes with such intensity and poetry . . . This struggle to reconcile her past and present, her family and her future, is the steel-wired ribbon that not only runs through this affecting book, but that also connects it to Ms. Karr’s two earlier memoirs—the bright, elastic thread on which she so deftly strings the colored beads of her tumultuous life.” —Michiko Kakutani, The New York Times [on Lit]
“This book is so good I thought about sending it out for a back-up opinion . . . It’s like finding Beethoven in Hoboken. To have a poet’s precision of language and a poet’s insight into people applied to one of the roughest, toughest, ugliest places in America is an astonishing event.” —Molly Ivins, The Nation [on The Liars’ Club]
“Skepticism is mitigated by Karr’s humor, her mildly ironic stance and her capacity for wry self-examination. Theology takes on a kind of earthy insight . . . As Karr knows, her endeavor is ages old. It may be that all lyric poetry aspires to prayer. What gives Sinners Welcome its sharp edge is the poet’s eloquently passionate struggle at the junction of doubt and devotion.” —Judith Kitchen, The Washington Post
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