Biography of Dorothea Lasky
Dorothea Lasky is an American poet. She has published three full-length collections of poetry through Wave Books and one through Liveright/W.W. Norton, along with releasing chapbooks and appearing in various literary journals. She is currently an Assistant Professor of Poetry at Columbia University School of the Arts.
She was born in St. Louis, Missouri on March 27, 1978. Lasky earned her BA in Classics and Psychology from Washington University in St. Louis. She earned her MFA in Poetry from the University of Massachusetts Amherst's MFA Program for Poets & Writers, and her Ed.M. in Arts & Education from Harvard University, and her Ed.D. in Creativity and Education from the University of Pennsylvania.
He work has appeared in The Paris Review, Boston Review, and the New Yorker.
Dorothea Lasky Poems
Poem To An Unnameable Man
You have changed me already. I am a fireball That is hurtling towards the sky to where you are You can choose not to look up but I am a giant orange ball That is throwing sparks upon your face
The rain whistled. A taxi brought me to your apartment building And there I stood.
This is a world where there are monsters There are monsters everywhere, racoons and skunks There are possums outside, there are monsters in my bed. There is one monster. He is my little one.
To perform death is something only humans would do No animal would sit there With a blank look on its face Just because the camera is there
Promising myself I would not do this again Is what kept me going A friend told me to And I listened
The birth isn't about poetry It is about screaming pain on a Sunday Hailing a cab and head racing To the hospital, now so close to the new apartment
There Is No Name Yet
Until I find a name I will not put it in the soul calculator I will leave it free and open and unnamed
Me and the Otters
Love makes you feel alive Johnny my animal you have no idea How beautiful you are to me in the morning When it is 5 a.m. and I am lonely
Why Poetry Can Be Hard for Most People
Because speaking to the dead is not something you want to do When you have other things to do in your day Like take out the trash or use the vacuum In the edge between the stove and cupboard
The Wall Hanging I Never Noticed
I never noticed before How the red flowers hang from the blue branches I never noticed before the light in this room I never noticed the way the air is cool again
I wanted to tell the veterinary assistant about the cat video Jason sent me But I resisted for fear she'd think it strange I am very lonely Yesterday my boyfriend called me, drunk again
Some Sort of Truth
When my dad first started to die All my mom could remember Was the time he kicked her out After they first started dating
The Process of Explication
I Students, look at this table And now when you see a man six feet tall You can call him a fathom.
The man who murders his wife Is not the same as the man Who goes around and murders a stranger.
The rain whistled.
A taxi brought me to your apartment building
And there I stood.
I had dreamed a dream
Of us in a bedroom.
The light shining upon us in white sheets.