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Pindyck, Maya 2023

Wednesday, April 19, 2023
Blue Hour Reading Series with Maya Pindyck and Julian Randall
Haymarket House

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His command: Hold out your hand.
Grabs her palm, the shade
of white asparagus. Shoves in it
a wad of bills. Count them. Too high,
she tries, adjusting her New Year’s
tiara, to focus her tired eyes.

– Maya Pindyck, “The Count”

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Watch Maya Pindyck’s 2023 reading with Julian Randall at the Chicago Poetry Center:

Maya Pindyck begins at 22:06 minutes.

After the war all that remains
reads as half scribbles of the half dead
language. I stop to eat an empanada,
half butterfly, by the lapping waves
& salivating dogs. Let the poem be the place
we touch our other halves, somewhere
between the parcels carried,
her cotton bag & face

– Maya Pindyck, “Half Poem”

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Watch Maya Pindyck read from her poetry collection at Brookline Booksmith:

Read Maya Pindyck’s interview with Teachers & Writers Magazine:

Reorienting Classroom Literacy Practices – Teachers & Writers Magazine

A conversation with Maya Pindyck.

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Pastard, Sabrina 2022

Tuesday, September 20, 2022
Poetry @ the Green with Sabrina Pastard
320 S. Canal

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In this world there is
Sweetness
Like mangos
Like “let me cook for you”
Like a helping hand
Like the hug you never want to end
Like the look that reads love
Like what you’re about to find
between your lovers thighs
Like the spoon full of sugar
that makes the world go round

– Sabrina Pastard, “Sweetness”

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Watch Sabrina Pastard’s MFA gallery showcase:

We rareley saw the sun together
we were a part of the night
mosiquitos and
deep conversations
of just silly questions
of another story
of our sanity
the only yellow we know
is the glow of the street lights

– Sabrina Pastard, “Yellow”

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Pugh, Justus 2022

Tuesday, August 2, 2022
Poetry @ the Green with Justus Pugh
320 S. Canal

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as i begin to compose this “thing”
note that it will change between now and it’s conclusion
if there is a conclusion
this began as an idea-
an idea to collect and creatively organize my thoughts;

– Justus Pugh, “afrotranscendental: a meditation”

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Watch to this visual conversation with Justus Pugh:

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Phillips, Xan 2019

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

The places where Edmonia’s bones were fractured still hold violent reverberations. When it rains I massage the static hum out of each point of impact. There is nothing heavier than flesh that wishes to be on another axis, except perhaps stone she shaped. Tonight she tells me, it’s impossible to bring a lover to the small death she deserves. An orgasm is excavated, never given. She takes my face in her hands without permission.

              – Xan Phillips, “Edmonia Lewis and I Weather the Storm”

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Watch Xan Phillips read from his poetry collection Hull:

in the dream where I run without breasts I am motivated by flight, I haven’t yet begun to unweld the framework, invent new trauma, whip the stitch arching each bosom as victuals dangled, withheld. when I hemorrhage against design it ain’t incognito. the neighbors walk their dogs past me. that’s me smoking in the alley, letting roses from my wrists. petal to puddle, a misgendering of matter. these hooves unhinge themselves as tiny meteors to cudgel dusk.

              – Xan Phillips, “Nativity”

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Watch Xan Phillips interview with Brown University as part of the “Art of the Matter” series:

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Pollitt, Katha

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On every page a hero shakes his fist
while women on tractors chant deliriously “Take me!”,
hydroelectric dams, of their own free will,
produce a cascade of roses and bicycles

– Katha Pollitt, “An Anthology of Socialist Verse”

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Read this interview with Katha Pollitt from Katonah Poetry:

Interview with Katha Pollitt – Katonah Poetry Series

Andy Kuhn: You have written so well and so much in such an array of genres that there’s a temptation to take up your poetry in relation to your work in prose, possibly at the risk of not fully engaging the poems themselves, which are extraordinary.

Everything happens at once: court ladies pick iris,
nobles hunt pheasant, poets walk in the snow.
In a dragon-prowed boat, under a canopy of flowers,
Prince Genji, the great lover,
sails in triumph from bedroom to bedroom: in each
a woman flutters like a tiny jewelled fan.

– Katha Pollit, “A Screen Depicting the Fifty-Four Episodes of the Tale of Genji on a Background of Gold Leaf”

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Watch Katha Pollitt discuss writing at the NYS Writing Institute:

Katha Pollitt at The NYS Writers Institute in 2015

Katha Pollitt, influential voice of American feminism and long-time columnist for The Nation, is the author of the much-talked-about book, Pro: Reclaiming Abortion Rights (2014). Publishers Weekly described it as “an impassioned, persuasive case for understanding abortion in its proper context.”

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Percy, Walker

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There is a great deal of difference between an alienated commuter riding a train and this same commuter reading a book about an alienated commuter riding a train… the nonreading commuter exists in true alienation, which is unspeakable; the reading commuter rejoices in the speakability of his alienation and in the new triple alliance of himself, the alienated character, and the author. His mood is affirmatory and glad: Yes! That is how it is!

– Walker Percy, “Man on Train”

Read this interview with Walker Percy from the Paris Review:

The Paris Review

This interview was conducted by mail, from May to October, 1986, at an enormous geographical distance; but the interviewer does cherish the memory of a personal meeting. It was on May 4, 1973, a warm Louisiana evening, at Percy’s home in Covington, a small town at the northern end of the causeway running above Lake Pontchartrain (New Orleans is at the southern end).

Watch Walker Percy give his Notre Dame commencement speech in 1989:

Walker Percy begins speaking at 4:00 minutes.

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Paschke, Ed 2000

Tuesday, September 19, 2000
with John Yau

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I also believe that any artist always works within the context or conditions that are indigenous to their time and, in doing so, reflects the energy, temperament and attitudes of that climate.

– Ed Paschke

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Ed Paschke, “Kandy Kofax”

Watch this ArtbeaT Chicago interview with Ed Paschke:

Ed Paschke

His words, his art. The interviews are from WTTW-TV Chicago; one was conducted hours before he died. The paintings were in an exhibit at the Chicago History Museum. They are roughly chronological. Made by Jay Shefsky.

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Ed Paschke, “Nuvo-Retro”

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Prufer, Kevin 2011

Saturday, November 19, 2011
with Elise Paschen

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Then it is autumn in the body.
Your hands are cold.
Then it is winter and we are still at war.

– Kevin Prufer, “In a Beautiful Country”

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Listen to an interview with Kevin Prufer on New Books in Poetry:

They wanted him to stop kicking like that–
it made their eyes corkscrew, drilled the sun in the sky
so light dumped out like blood from a leak.
The boy in the trunk wouldn’t die.

– Kevin Prufer, “There Is No Audience for Poetry”

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Read an interview with Kevin Prufer from the Kenyon Review:

Kevin Prufer | Kenyon Review Conversations

Kevin Prufer’s newest books are In a Beautiful Country (Four Way Books, 2011) and National Anthem (Four Way Books, 2008). With D. A. Powell, he recently edited Dunstan Thompson: On […]

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Prelutsky, Jack 1998

Saturday, October 3, 1998

Be glad your nose is on your face,
not pasted on some other place,
for if it were where it is not,
you might dislike your nose a lot.

– Jack Prelutsky, “Be Glad Your Nose Is on Your Face”

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Watch an interview with Jack Prelutsky:

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During junior high, Jack Prelutsky believed that poetry was hazardous to his health. Watch this video clip to find out why.

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