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Dzieglewicz, Teresa 2023; 2024

Monday May 22, 2023
Poetry @ the Green with Teresa Dzieglewicz
320 S. Canal
Wednesday, January 17, 2024
Blue Hour Reading Series with Teresa Dzieglewicz and C. Russell Price
Haymarket House

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In the leafless trees whose names I don’t know, woodpeckers are preying
boisterously. I can’t find them. I’m not from a people who have done this,

at least recently, but I’m trying to get to know the plants— even
downloaded an app. I jam a stem of toothy florets into frame,

shoot. Calico aster, the screen tells me. Calico aster, I tell my toddler.
He digs in the dying stems, tries to pull out the roots. He’s a child

– Teresa Dzieglewicz, “Earth, I don’t know how to love you”

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Watch Teresa Dzieglewicz’s 2024 reading with C. Russell Price at the Chicago Poetry Center:

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Lady, I’m sorry you wasted your money
on that grocery store rose, petals creased
white from cheap scrunchy cellophane, sinewy
green scabs where there used to be thorns.
Sorry you wasted your time ripping your french tips
into the flower’s dark crimson hips, petal-flesh

– Teresa Dzieglewicz, “To the abstinence-only educator at my high school:”

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Listen to Teresa Dzieglewicz read her poetry and discuss her time at Standing Rock:

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Danner, Atena O. 2023

Monday, August 21, 2023
Poetry @ the Green with Atena O. Danner
320 S. Canal

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I didn’t come here to tell you I love my kids.
I came here to suck and spit venom.
Have you ever looked down to see an arrow of your own making
sticking out of your chest? That’s the job.

– Atena O. Danner, “Convergence”

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Listen to this podcast episode with Atena O. Danner:

My grandmother was so tired
that my mother was born tired.
My Mama’s so tired
that I’m tired right now. And I see
my children getting tired,
so it’s time to put this to bed.

– Atena O. Danner, “Generational Wealth”

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Duan, Carlina 2022

Wednesday, March 16, 2022
Blue Hour Reading Series with Carlina Duan and Lisa Low
Zoom

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in the basement with a broom. we
were kids, feral. gooseberry jam. real
smart lipped. four-square, too. cool
asphalt, shiny sneaker kings. we
watched the rats after she left
for work. tails: grey cords coiled. school
in the basement, slant windows, we
sat near a tipping sun.

– Carlina Duan, “Nainai Killed Rats”

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Watch Carlina Duan’s 2022 reading with Lisa Low at the Chicago Poetry Center:

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Read Carlina Duan’s interview with The Cincinnati Review:

Microreview and Interview: Carlina Duan’s “Alien Miss”

A conversation with Carlina Duan about her newest collection, “Alien Miss.”

I don’t want to hear the physics behind everything I do. I know it’s there, lurking like a greyhound moon in between my toothpaste, my thumbs, the body’s scribble. There are skin cells on my jeans. there is plurality in the way I leave myself behind.

– Carlina Duan, “Moon Pull”

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Read Carlina Duan’s interview with Asian American Writers’ Workshop:

Confronting the Author: A Conversation with Carlina Duan

“I wanted to turn to actual living language-and reveal, through poetry, the contradictions or erasures or sometimes comic possibilities imposed by different texts.”

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Del Valle, Mayda 2021

Wednesday, October 20, 2021
Reading Series with Hannah Gamble and Mayda Del Valle
Zoom

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grandmother our common thread began in my mama’s womb
spun my fetus like a record in her cipher
sampled your stubborn and mixed in her fathers posture
our connection is full circle
abuela you bearer of children
you seer of spirits
you are truly miraculous

– Mayda Del Valle, “a faith like yours”

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Watch Mayda Del Valle’s 2021 reading with Hannah Gamble at the Chicago Poetry Center:

Mayda Del Valle begins at 22:02 minutes.

Read Mayda Del Valle’s Interview with Williams College:

Writer and Performer | Mayda Del Valle | ’00

www.maydadelvalle.com Los Angeles, CA Mayda Del Valle is a renowned spoken word-artist. In 2001, she became the youngest person and first Latina to win the National Slam Poetry title. She subsequently appeared in four seasons of the HBO series “Def Comedy Jam” and in the Tony-winning production of “Russell Simmons Def Poetry Jam on Broadway,” including its national tour.

Watch Mayda Del Valle perform at LA Raise the Wage Rally:

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Day, Meg 2019

Friday, November 15, 2019
Six Points Reading Series with Meg Day and Jonathan Mendoza
The Whistler

 

 

I knew I was a god
when you could not
agree on my name
& still, none you spoke
could force me to listen
closer.

            – Meg Day, “Portrait of My Gender as [Inaudible]”

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Watch Meg Day perform her poem “Elegy in Translation”:

Poem-a-Day: “Elegy in Translation” by Meg Day

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In some other life, I can hear you
breathing: a pale sound like running
fingers through tangled hair. I dreamt
again of swimming in the quarry
& surfaced here when you called for me
in a voice only my sleeping self could
know. Now the dapple of the aspen
respires on the wall & the shades cut
its song a staff of light.

Meg Day, “10 AM is When You Come to Me”

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Watch Meg Day in “The future lives in our bodies,” a virtual reading and discussion on poetry and disability justice:

“The future lives in our bodies”: Poetry & Disability Justice | March 13, 2022

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doan, mai c. 2019

Wednesday, April 26, 2019
Six Points Reading Series with Jan-Henry Gray, Xan Phillips, and mai c. doan
Women & Children First Bookstore

 

 

after a dream, a scene opens. meaning, a vision arrives. inside my third eye. trees stretch up and fill the scene. cottonwoods. the grandmother trees of the bosque. also (in the) opening: a girl in a red dress, curled up in dirt. budding against roots. home in the ground. the scene opens and she is opening inside of it. or inside of me. this is how she begins. and i am beginning too.

              – mai c. doan, “Late Summer 2020”

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i want
a party of skin
and smoke
and phosphorescent
light. i want to be
out late twirling
under some queer
luminescence and vibrating
with sound.

              – mai c. doan, “tonight”

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Dubrow, Jehanne 2017

Wednesday, Nov 8, 2017
with Emily Jungmin Yoon
City Lit Books

 

 

We dreamed of glowing children,
their throats alive and cancerous,
their eyes like lightning in the dark.

              – Jehanne Dubrow, “Chernobyl Year”

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Read this interview with Jehanne Dubrow from the American Literary Review:

Obsession and Resistance in Poetry: An Interview with Jehanne Dubrow

SEBASTIAN PARAMO: Before accepting your new professorship at the University of North Texas, you had a role as an arts administrator, editor, professor, and poet-all roles that participate in the literary community. Did these roles inform your writing process? JEHANNE DUBROW: Absolutely.

And flickering beyond the fence,
we’ll see the slatted lives
of strangers. The light
above a neighbor’s porch
will be a test of how we tolerate
the half-illumination
of uncertainty

– Jehanne Dubrow, “Syllabus for the Dark Ahead”

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Watch this visual depiction of one of her poems:

The Long Deployment by Jehanne Dubrow

11 November, 2015 – Leave a comment – Posted in Videopoems In honor of Armistice Day, Remembrance Day, and in the U.S., Veteran’s Day, here’s a poem by Jehanne Dubrow adapted by Nicole McDonald for Motionpoems, whose monthly email newsletter describes it as “a love letter to all who’ve had a loved one overseas.”

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Dimitrov, Alex 2018

Friday, May 18, 2018
Poets in Space with José Olivarez
Dearborn Observatory

 Make sure you date and sign here then save all the soft things.
Because everyone wants to know when it was,
how it happened — say something about it.
How the night hail made imprints all over.
Our things. Our charming and singular things. 

– Alex Dimitrov, “Together and by Ourselves”

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Read this interview with Alex Dimitrov from Divedapper:

DIVEDAPPER // Alex Dimitrov

“Resistance is one of the most important acts in life.”

 Outside, the city continued to tease us.
Hurricanes came, storms couldn’t please us:
it was all very fast and beautifully made. 

– Alex Dimitrov, “In the New Century I Gave You My Name”

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Watch Alex Dimitrov read some of his work:

Alex Dimitrov at Radar Reading Series

Alex Dimitrov is the author of American Boys (2012) and Begging for It (2013). In 2014 he launched Night Call, a multimedia poetry project through which he read poems to strangers in bed and online. Dimitrov is also the founder of Wilde Boys, a queer poetry salon in New York City.

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Dickey, James

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Coming into Ellijay on the green
Idling freeway of the broad river
From the hill farms and pine woods,
We saw first the little stores
That backed down the red clay banks,
The blue flash of bottleglass
And the rippled tin heat-haze of sheds

– James Dickey, “Below Ellijay”

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Read this interview with James Dickey from the Paris Review:

The Paris Review

In 1960, when he was thirty-seven-an age at which most men have abandoned pretenses at having creative gifts-James Dickey published his first book of poetry, Into the Stone, a Scribner’s Poets of Today volume that he shared with two other unknown poets, Paris Leary and Jon Swan.

The sea here used to look
As if many convicts had built it,
Standing deep in their ankle chains,
Ankle-deep in the water, to smite
The land and break it down to salt.
I was in this bog as a child

– James Dickey, “At Darien Bridge”

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Watch James Dickey read his poem, “Cherrylog Road,” in 1980:

James Dickey reads “Cherrylog Road,” c. 1980

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Dove, Rita 2009

Spring 2009

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Every god is lonely, an exile
composed of parts: elk horn,
cloven hoof. Receptacle
for wishes, each god is empty
without us, penitent
raking our yards into windblown piles….

– Rita Dove, “The Breathing, The Endless News”

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Read this interview with Rita Dove from Modern American Poetry:

An Interview with Rita Dove by M.W. Thomas

An Interview with Rita Dove by M.W. Thomas RD: The ceremonial duties for the American Poet Laureate are not that onerous or defined. I rarely felt that I was being forced to “popularise” poetry or in any way make it simple or tailored for some kind of ceremonial rite.

What did he do except lie
under a pear tree, wrapped in
a great cloak, and meditate
on the heavenly bodies?

– Rita Dove, “Banneker”

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Watch Rita Dove discuss the power of poetry with Bill Moyers:

Rita Dove on the Power of Poetry

Bill welcomes former U.S. Poet Laureate Rita Dove, who this very week received the National Medal of Arts from President Obama. Dove served two terms as Poet Laureate, the youngest and the first African American to be named to that prestigious position.

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