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Rober E.
Knoll, ed.
Weldon Kees and the Midcentury Generation: Letters, 1935-1955
(2003)
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Weldon Kees
(1914-1955?) Born in Beatrice, Nebraska (February 24,
1914), was keenly interested, even as a boy, in music,
art, and writing. In 1935, he graduated from the University of
Nebraska. At college he began publishing short stories in
mid-western literary magazines. In the eleven years between 1934
and 1945 he published more than thirty stories.
After college he began to write and publish poems. His first
job was with the Federal Writers Project in Lincoln, Nebraska.
In 1937 he moved to Denver, Colorado and was the Director of the
bibliographical Center of Research for the Rocky Mountain
Region. There he married Ann Swain. In 1943 the couple moved to
new York City and Kees wrote for Time magazine and
published reviews in national magazines and newspapers such as The
Nation and The New Republic.
In the mid-forties, he also began to paint and had a one-man
show at galleries including the Peridot Gallery. His
paintings were often compared to abstract expressionists such as
William de Kooning.
Kees's first collection of poems, The Last Man, was published
in 1943. His second collection, The Fall of Magicians, first
appeared in 1947. Kees moved to San Francisco in 1951. In
California, he began to study and play jazz piano. With Jurgen
Ruesch, Kees collaborated on the book
Non-Verbal Communication
(1956), illustrated with photographs by Kees. Much of Kees
writing has been collected in the
Reviews and Essays,
1936-1955 (1988).
In the mid-1950s, Kees became increasingly depressed.
He
divorced his wife in 1952. His final book, Poems 1947-1954,
was published in 1954. On July 18, 1955, his car was found
abandoned on the approach to the Golden Gate Bridge. He told a
friend that he wanted like Hart Crane to start a new life in
Mexico. He had also suggested that he might commit suicide.
In 1960 Kee's
Collected Poems was first published. This
volume has been reprinted twice. His collection of fiction
Ceremony
and Other Stories, first appeared in 1983.
Below is an autobiographical poem, set in his hometown of
Beatrice.
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The porchlight coming on
again
Early November, the dead
leaves
Raked in piles, the wicker
swing
Creaking. Across the lots
A phonograph is playing
Ja-Da.
An orange moon. I see the
lives
Of neighbors, mapped and
marred
Like all the wars ahead,
and R.
Insane, B. with his throat
cut,
Fifteen years from now, in
Omaha
I did not know them then.
My Airedale scratches at
the door.
And I am back from seeing
Milton Sills
And Doris Kenyon. Twelve
years old.
The porchlight coming on again. |
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