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Kalliope Lee

Kalliope Lee

Kalliope Lee studied Classical Literatures and Languages as an undergraduate at the University of Chicago, focusing on Greek Tragedy and Ancient Greek language. She was the recipient of the Presidential Fellowship to study in the PhD program in Classics at Columbia University. She had begun a PhD in the Classics, and received an MA before going on to get her MFA in the Creative Writing Program at NYU.

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Blog Posts by Kalliope Lee

  • The Blessing in the Wound

    The Blessing in the Wound

    When I was about six years old, I fell off the swing in the park and skinned my knee.  Whether I was shocked or mesmerized, time stopped for me.  I recall to this day the beauty of the red blood and the way it fixated my attention.  There was no pain.  Only arrest. Then I […]

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  • The Cultivation of Mental Space

    The Cultivation of Mental Space

    Students of the Waldorf Steiner schools don’t start reading until the age of seven.  Rather anomalous in an ethos where fast learners are paraded as potential little Einsteins and their slower brethren cause for parental concern, if not chagrin. It’s never too early to start teaching your children, seems to be the conventional pedagogical wisdom.  […]

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  • The Language of Authority

    The Language of Authority

    Korean was my first language, my mother tongue.  Then we immigrated to the States, and the world suddenly changed:  the food, the sounds, the smells–and the words I heard all around me. I was four-years-old.  So I was still unselfconsciously osmotic, able to soak things up the way kids can.  Now, as a writer, I […]

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  • Good Shame, Bad Shame

    Good Shame, Bad Shame

    Nearly ten years after she was abducted from her home in Salt Lake City and raped repeatedly during a nine-month captivity, Elizabeth Smart has recently spoken about her trauma. Perhaps, like most of those who’d heard about her kidnapping and eventual return, I too had wondered why she hadn’t “run for it” when her captor […]

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  • Siberian tiger with baby

    Reminiscences of a Tiger Cub

    I was raised by a Tiger Mom.  Before The Battle Hymn of the Tiger Mom came out, offering the apt epithet, I referred to my mother as a Nazi when I confided to my friends stories of my strict Confucian upbringing, during which I was in constant fear of getting a B+, aka the Asian […]

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