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Faleti, Ola 2022

Wednesday, February 16, 2022
Blue Hour Reading Series with Jamaal May and Ola Faleti
Zoom

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Moist Guinness bottles cling to our thighs. You taught me how to taste the full-bodied. How to
take a pit and weaponize it, which feels right as we swivel the fruit in our mouths. We separate
red flesh from stem too easy, like the stem was never important for the body’s growth.

– Ola Faleti, “Cherries”

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Read Ola Faleti’s prose piece “On Formative Spaces”:

on formative spaces – ola faleti

To say 2023 has been a whirlwind would be an understatement of the highest order, hence the lapse in posts. Let’s just say I’m in the midst of launching multiple creative ventures/projects (!!!) at the moment.

sadness is the species of knowing; all mirth, sunshine,
cotton candy pink and sticky mouth, pretty horses, dragon…

– Ola Faleti, “because we are ours, no matter the distance”

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Fagan, Kathy 2017

Wednesday, July 19, 2017
Poetry in the Parks with Keith S. Wilson
Humboldt Park

 

 

This is where I sat
in the avalanche.
In winter,
where I was born,
you pulled a cord of silk in your beautiful hand.

              – Kathy Fagan, “Snow Globe”

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Read this interview with Kathy Fagan:

“All the Leading and Leaping”: An Interview With Kathy Fagan – The Ploughshares Blog

Kathy Fagan’s poems explore the mysteries in the matter-of-fact; they bring a sharp eye and tender heart to the exact and strange particulars of life. Her fifth book of poems, Sycamore, was published earlier this year. We caught up over email to talk about this beautiful new book.

We girls saved our cigarette ashes to fade our Levis with.
We crisped our hair with curling wands.
We always smelled like smoke, playing
as we did with fire 

– Kathy Fagan, “”Where I Am Going”/ “I Dare to Live””

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Watch Kathy Fagan read for the Chicago Poetry Center, with Keith S. Wilson:

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Faizullah, Tarfia 2018

Friday, Jan 26, 2018
with Kaveh Akbar
Produce Model Gallery

 

 

because I look like them—
because I am ashamed
of their bodies that reek so
unabashedly of body—
because I can—because I am
an American, a star
of blood on the surface of muscle. 

              – Tarfia Faizullah, “En Route to Bangladesh, Another Crisis of Faith”

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Read this interview with Tarfia Faizullah from Lantern Review:

A Conversation with Tarfia Faizullah

Tarfia Faizullah is the author of (Southern Illinois University Press, 2014), winner of the 2012 Crab Orchard Series in Poetry First Book Award. Her poems appear in Ploughshares, The Missouri Review, The Southern Review, Massachusetts Review, Ninth Letter , and are anthologized in Poems of Devotion: An Anthology of Recent Poets (Wipf & Stock, 2012).

I play
and replay the voices of these
hurt women flowering
like marigolds or thistles.

– Tarfia Faizullah, “The Interviewer Acknowledges Grief”

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Watch Tarfia Faizullah read here:

Voluble: “Feast or Famine” and “Love Poem Ending with the Eye of a Needle” by Tarfia Faizullah

This video features two poems by Tarfia Faizullah, a featured poet at the LA Review of Books exclusive channel: Voluble.

It bewilders me to have looked
at this piece of fruit without
seeing it grow its own blue
shroud. Now you, too, are
gone.  

– Tarfia Faizullah, “What I Want is Simple”

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Foreman, Aricka 2016

Wednesday, December 14, 2016
with Tyehimba Jess
City Lit Books

Crying love, in tongues
of false thunder. If my body is a nation—and by body I mean
my black queer pussy, it’s phantom and light—is a paperweight
pressing a constitution like a new shirt.

– Aricka Foreman, “Republic Americana”

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I take my father’s nose and shove it in a box.
My mother’s mouth lays claim to the vowels
Of my making. I learned to tend and till and dig
and there is something like a hole where a good
family should be but instead I have the good people
who do the best they can with what they have.

– Aricka Foreman, “FIELD STUDY #1”

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Read this interview with Aricka Foreman from Luther Hughes:

“I’m a human with a petulant and sensual need for pleasure”: An Interview with Aricka Foreman

Dream with a Glass Chamber (YesYes Books, 2016), is a frightening chapbook. From dreamlike lyricism, to down right obsessive verse, Foreman manipulates the reader from space to space, allowing us entry to, what would be otherwise, a private sphere. The eloquent ways in which Foreman tarries along each dreamscape is damn near maddening.

There is no homonym for disappearing, only
synonyms. Vanish into the ivory tower language.
Perish beneath split selves. End her. Die her. Fade.
Dissolve one blue bupropion until numb. Melt away
thick kink with bleach, die one patch pink.

– Aricka Foreman, “Dream Coated with Fluoxetine”

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Watch Aricka Foreman read for the Chicago Poetry Center, with Tyehimba Jess:

Six Points Reading Series

Poets Tyehimba Jess and Aricka Foreman are featured in an event hosted by the Poetry Center of Chicago and curated by Natasha Mijares. This program was recorded by Chicago Access Network (CAN TV).

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Forché, Carolyn

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Swallows carve lake wind,
trailers lined up, fish tins.
The fires of a thousand small camps
spilled on a hillside.

– Carolyn Forché, “Skin Canoes”

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Read this interview with Carolyn Forché from Under Warm A Green Linden:

Under A Warm Green Linden

arolyn Forché is the author of four award-winning books of poetry; the most recent is C Blue Hour. She is also the editor of the anthology Against Forgetting: Twentieth-Century Poetry of Witness. She has translated the poetry of Claribel Alegria, Robert Desnos, and Mahmoud Darwish. She teaches at Georgetown University.

The bleached wood massed in bone piles,
we pulled it from dark beach and built
fire in a fenced clearing.
The posts’ blunt stubs sank down,
they circled and were roofed by milled
lumber dragged at one time to the coast.
We slept there.

– Carolyn Forché, “Kalaloch”

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Watch Carolyn Forché discuss the poetry of witness with Roland Flint for the Howard County Poetry and Literature Society:

Carolyn Forché talks about the poetry of witness

Carolyn Forché is best known for The Country Between Us (1981), the stunning poems from her work in El Salvador for Amnesty International. In this talk with Roland Flint, Forché describes Against Forgetting, the 800-page anthology she published in 1993.

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Finch, Annie 1998

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is the sound of my loud carrying life a knell
far across your small ocean? Do you share
the secret that the months keep hidden there?

– Annie Finch, “Three Generations of Secrets”

Broadside of "Three Generations of Secrets" by Annie Finch.

Broadside of “Three Generations of Secrets” by Annie Finch.

Buy this broadside in a series with Paulette Roeske, Debra Bruce, John Frederick Nims, and Cin Salach⇒

Ours are the only mouths
to taste with this smothering slow
touch, and the only steps
to sink like bellsounds and cave
deep into the marble snow.

– Annie Finch, “Frozen In”

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Read this interview with Annie Finch from The Harlequin:

Annie Finch – Interview – The Harlequin

American poet Annie Finch is the author of more than twenty books of poetry, plays, translation, literary essays, textbooks and anthologies. Finch has been celebrated as “a major poet” (Charles Altieri) and “an American orginal” (Ron Siliman), one who “occupies a unique place in American poetry” (Molly Peacock).

When I was thirteen she found me,
spiralled into my blood like a hive.
I stood on a porch where she wound me
for the first time, tight and alive,

– Annie Finch, “Moon From the Porch”

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Watch Annie Finch read “A Blessing on the Poets:”

Annie Finch reading A Blessing on the Poets

Annie Finch reads her poem A Blessing on the Poets from the upcoming film Poetry Here Tonite

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Fammerée, Richard 2000

Tuesday, January 18, 2000

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I captured my daughter running
between water and violet
fire and viridian
emeralds and ancestors their green
day bed of reveries
a mythology of first days

– Richard Fammerée, “Camera obscura”

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Watch the video for “Silence in Your Eyes” from his album, “Fammerée & Eurydice:”

Her body is hillocks, pond and spring, long
planted and greener before. Her spine is
the trysting tree from the time of the
grandparents. It is where they meet
and court. Birds turn and return. Her girls
come back. The wind sails their hair
in three directions: light, silk, conifer.

– Richard Fammerée, “February-October”

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Foreman, Kent 1999; 2001

Thursday, March 15, 2001
with Sheila Donohue and Olivia Maciel

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It is the law:
seasons, best selling books and empires
come and go.
Babies are born to die,
bridges are built to one day fall
and shoes wear out.

– Kent Foreman, “It is the Law”

Broadside of "It is the Law" by Kent Foreman.

Broadside of “It is the Law” by Kent Foreman.

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Bring with you your anger on Saturday Nights
And your beautiful children,
their great eyes full of wonder
that hunger for your learning
I understand, young man, with your outraged confusion
that smolders upon corners.

– Kent Foreman, “Para Los Latinos (and Frederico Garcia Lorca)”

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Watch Kent Foreman discuss and read his poem, “Epiphany:”

…Aw, baby, look!
This life is not no legend, David.
Underdogs is buried everyday.
Only fairy tales are filled with giant killers.
Man, let Goliath sleep. Or there’ll be hell to pay.

– Kent Foreman, “From Jonathan to David”

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Fitzpatrick, Tony 2011

Wednesday, May 25, 2011
with Marc Smith

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Read this interview with Tony Fitzpatrick in Chicago Magazine:

In the Studio With Tony Fitzpatrick, Chicago’s Notoriously Outspoken Artist

When I ask the artist Tony Fitzpatrick for an interview, he suggests we meet at the Ukrainian Village apartment where he’s lived and worked for five years. With his black rescue mutt, Chooch, by his side and D’Amato’s Italian subs on the table, Fitzpatrick wields witty epigrams like a blue-collar Oscar Wilde.

Poster for Marc Smith & Tony Fitzpatrick at the Poetry Center of Chicago, 2011.

Poster for Marc Smith & Tony Fitzpatrick at the Poetry Center of Chicago, 2011.

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