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Nordgren, Sarah Rose 2018

Wednesday, March 21, 2018
with Jenny Molberg and Erin Adair-Hodges
Unabridged Bookstore

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The holiest thing a mother does is know
your name long after her skin
disintegrates. I stand in a dark room imagining
my birth in 1917, so I can reverse
each injury her body takes. 

Sarah Rose Nordgren, “1917”

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Read this interview with Sarah Rose Nordgren from Adroit Journal:

Conversations with Contributors: Sarah Rose Nordgren (Poetry, Issue 11) – The Adroit Journal

Issue Eleven is out, and Conversations with Contributors is back! First up in this sequence of interviews is Sarah Rose Nordgren, whose poem “Kindling” rocks the new issue. Amanda Silberling, Blog Editor: Your poetry collection Best Bones, which the Adroit blog reviewed, came out last fall.

The outer crust of my life peeled away
and under it I am left with a white
and trembling egg, round as the moon.  

– Sarah Rose Nordgren, “The Outer Crust”

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Watch Sarah Rose Nordgren read for the Chicago Poetry Center, with Jenny Molberg and Erin Adair-Hodges:

Sarah Rose Nordgren starts reading at 34:12.

You could even sleep out
under the glorious stars where
a snake the exact diameter
of your throat would find you,
crawl in through your mouth
and devour every system.

– Sarah Rose Nordgren, “Electromagnetic”

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Watch some of Sarah’s interdisciplinary work here:

Smart Snow 2016-2017 from Kathleen Kelley on Vimeo.

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Nafis, Angel 2017

Friday, February 10, 2017
with Shira Erlichman
Women and Children First Bookstore

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Angel, 102-degree fever.
Angel, long-gone lavender in a dirty-water vase.
Angel don’t touch me here or there or there.
Can you smell me?

Angel Nafis, “Angel Nafis”

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Read this interview with Angel Nafis from Entropy Magazine:

Dinnerview: Angel Nafis

Angel Nafis is a Cave Canem Fellow and a Millay Colony for the Arts Fellow. Her work has appeared in The Rattling Wall, The BreakBeat Poets Anthology, MUZZLE Magazine, The Rumpus and Poetry Magazine. She has represented the LouderArts Poetry Project at both the National Poetry Slam and the Women of the World Poetry Slam in 2011.

 If you miss your stop. Or lose love. If even the medicine hurts too.
Even when your side-eye, your face stank, still, your heart moans bride.
Fuck the fog back off the mirror. Trust the road in your name. Ride
Your moon hide through the pitch black. Gotsta be your own bride. 

– Angel Nafis, “Ghazal for Becoming Your Own Country”

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Watch Angel Nafis read “Conspiracy: a Suite” at WordXWord Festival:


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Naylor, Gloria

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Language is the subject. It is the written form with which I’ve managed to keep the wolf away from the door and, in diaries, to keep my sanity. In spite of this, I consider the written word inferior to the spoken, and much of the frustration experienced by novelists is the awareness that whatever we manage to capture in even the most transcendent passages falls far short of the richness of life. Dialogue achieves its power in the dynamics of a fleeting moment of sight, sound, smell, and touch.

– Gloria Naylor, “The Meanings of a Word”

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Listen to an interview with Gloria Naylor on NPR:

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Nye, Naomi Shihab 2000

Wednesday, May 3, 2000

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My grandmother’s hands recognize grapes,
the damp shine of a goat’s new skin.
When I was sick they followed me,
I woke from the long fever to find them
covering my head like cool prayers.

– Naomi Shihab Nye, “The Words Under the Words”

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Read this interview with Naomi Shihab Nye from Sukoon Magazine:

Interview with Naomi Shihab Nye

Tweet Share Reddit +1 Pocket Pinterest LinkedIn 0 Email “Poetry flourishes in the margins” Interview with Naomi Shihab Nye BY REWA ZEINATI In the world of poetry and writing, the name needs no introduction. In the world of art and photography, Nye has been an active participant, offering image after image, using the tools she …

Letters swallow themselves in seconds.
Notes friends tied to the doorknob,
transparent scarlet paper,
sizzle like moth wings,
marry the air.

– Naomi Shihab Nye, “Burning the Old Year”

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Watch Naomi Shihab Nye discuss the art of teaching poetry:

Naomi Shihab Nye on the Art of Teaching Poetry

Recorded at the 2013 Poets Forums as part of the Chancellors Discussions-a series of intimate talks in which some of the most renowned poets of our time examine issues central to poetry today. In this video, Naomi Shihab Nye speaks on the discussion topic: The Art of Teaching Poetry.

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Notley, Alice 1975; 1984

Friday, April 18, 1975
An Homage to Frank O’Hara
Friday, November 30, 1984
with Paul Carroll

What I lose you let me, accusation
always gets one in. But I want to talk like the dead
remember that town where we went or
how do I know when I’m just a soul – not
when I’m leading?

– Alice Notely, “My Sea”

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Watch a Alice Notley read her work at the University of Chicago:

Alice Notley – Poetry Reading at UChicago

If you experience any technical difficulties with this video or would like to make an accessibility-related request, please send a message to digicomm@uchicago.edu. The Renaissance Society and Poem Present co-presented this reading by Alice Notley on November 17, 2011.

An old woman of indeterminate race, in white hat
and scarf, no teeth staring back at me.
He sounded brittle and superior last night, do the
dead do that; Grandma had a plethora of tones of voice
compared to anyone in this anthology…

– Alice Notley, “The Anthology”

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Read an interview with Alice Notely from the Boston Review:

“At the Mercy of My Poetic Voice”: An Interview with Alice Notley

Collaged fan. Image provided by Alice Notley. -Lindsay Turner Talking with Alice Notley, I was equally struck by her ferocious integrity-her insistence, for example, that we avoid discussing poetry in terms of a “project,” a term that had initially appeared in my first question for her, or her assertion of her poetry’s disobedience “against all [her] contemporaries, both avant-garde and mainstream”-and by her generosity.

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Nims, John Frederick 1997; 1998

Wednesday, February 19, 1997

Glossies of Eden? The slim beached curled
Between rocks and the frill of foam–that’s when
There’s thunder of tunnels and the underworld.

John Frederick Nims, “from the rapido: la spezia-genova”

Broadside of "from the rapido: la spezia-genova" by John Frederick Nims

Broadside of “from the rapido: la spezia-genova” by John Frederick Nims

Buy this broadside in a series with Debra Bruce, Annie Finch, Paulette Roeske, and Cin Salach⇒

My gun, the color of winter rain and thunder,
Is algebra, poetics, and love’s image.
All which a tired soul would and cannot, this is.

– John Frederick Nims, “Colt Automatic”

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