• Address 720 East Locust Street | Milwaukee, WI 53212
  • Phone 414.263.5001
  • Hours Tue-Fri 11-8pm | Sat-Sun 12-5pm | Closed Mon
  • Hours Tue-Fri 11-8pm, Sat-Sun 12-5pm, Closed Mon
Event Calendar
«
»
exhibitions
December 15 - Jan 28

Text, Textile, Exile: Works by Maria Damon

film & video
January 24

aCinema Presents: Call for Morning // Cradle to the Floating World

special events
January 27 -28

24th Annual Poetry Marathon & Benefit

exhibitions
January 31

Book Launch: Poor and Needy: an exhibition on art, migration, and debt

Jeff Poniewaz

Jeff Poniewaz taught "Literature of Ecological Vision" via UW-Milwaukee from 1989 to 2009. He also taught a course called "Whitman & Ginsberg: Liberating American Bards." Ginsberg praised Jeff's work for its "Whitmanesque/Thoreauvian verve and wit." His poems have appeared in many periodicals and anthologies. His book Dolphin Leaping in the Milky Way won him a 1987 PEN "Discovery Award." Lawrence Ferlinghetti called Jeff's epic "September 11, 2001," written during the closing months of 2001, "the best poem I've seen on 9/11." Excerpts from it were published in September 11, 2001: American Writers Respond; An Eye for an Eye Makes the Whole World Blind—Poets on 9/11; Van Gogh's Ear out of Paris, France; and as a chapbook titled September 11, 2001. His other chapbooks include Whales Hover Over the Freeway (2007) and Polish for Because—Meditations of a Former St. Josaphat Altar Boy (2008). A volume of his Selected Poems written since 1965 is on the near horizon. He was chosen Milwaukee Poet Laureate in March 2013. His last name is pronounced POE-nYEAH-vAHsh and is Polish for "because."

Selected Poems

The Tomb of the Unknown Poet

Why no Tomb of the Unknown Poet?
Wasn't he killed as sure as the Unknown
            Soldier?
Didn't he die running wild after
            the wildest beauty the same
            as Wilfred Owen?
Didn't he step on the toes of landmine
            minds?
Wasn't he mowed down by machine-guns
            of mechanization?
Didn't he throw himself on the grenade
            of scorn lobbed at Poetry?
Drape a green flag of living grass
            over his casket.
Blow his taps on panpipes:
            phoenix syrinx!
Unknown Poet launched into the Unknown
            like a poem in a manila envelope
            addressed to Immortality
Care of the worms who edit scrupulously
            but send no rejection slips.