Monthly Archives: November 2010

Does Your Mama Know About Me?

 

by Attila Richard Lukacs

I ask you brother: Does your mama really know about you? Does she really know what I am? Does she know I want to love her son, care for him, nurture and celebrate him? Do you think she’ll understand? I hope so, because I am coming home. There is no place else to go that will be worth so much effort and love.

– from Ceremonies: Prose & Poetry by Essex Hemphill

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At the Edge of Town

 

by Pieter Hugo

“Tell us what the world has been to you in the dark places and in the light.. Tell us what it is to be a woman so that we may know what it is to be a man. What moves at the margin. What it is to have no home in this place. To be set adrift from the one you knew. What is it to live at the edge of a town that cannot bear your company.”

Toni Morrison, Nobel Lecture, 1993

The above excerpt from Morrison’s lecture will be the epigraph of my chapbook (When The Only Light is Fire). The life of the writer – especially the other writer, the queer writer of color, the working class writer – is at the edge of town. It’s also true for the speakers in my poems. Whether it’s the boy walking through a field in a stolen evening gown, the disembodied voice of James Byrd, or a black college student dancing to country music in Nashville: they can tell you what moves at the margin because they are what moves.

James Baldwin said the essential experience of the artist was the state of aloneness. I believe that sentiment is echoed in Morrison’s lecture. When you live, as an other, at the edge of town – at the margin – you can see all the lights flickering in houses that have locked their doors against you. No one in town can see the wolves just a few yards into the woods, the leaves burning in the trees, the writer taking it all in.

by Luigi Loquarto

The 2011 NEA Grant Awards for Poetry have been announced & it’s lovely to see so many familiar names on the list. Quite a few of them have been discussed on this blog: Jericho Brown, Anna Journey, James Allan Hall, Blas Falconer & many more.

Cheers!

by Karl Fritsch

“The longer you look at an object, the more abstract it becomes, and, ironically, the more real.”

– Sigmund Freud

“Listen — are you breathing just a little, and calling it a life?” – Mary Oliver

by Vera Iliatova

by Moni Lewandowski

“Somewhere along the way, I decided I had to be an artist or die.” – Frank Bidart

Fragment: Poems Before the Sun Begins to Burn

by Zoe Pawlak

 

Loving Cyrus by R. Dwayne Betts

Chemotherapy by Meghan O’Rourke

Beautiful Funeral by Monica Ferrell

The Smiths, as I understand them by Bob Hicock