"won't you celebrate with me" Lucille Clifton |
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Dear friends, Happy National Poetry Month! Of course, I celebrate all things poetry 365 (366 on a leap year), but April is the month we pause and come together in our love for verse. It's our human connection, our heartbeat, the language of our being. It's intense and tender. Through poetry, we hear the music of the world we might miss without it. As a poet, I believe it is my job to listen to that music and serve as a vessel so that it might find its way to you, dear reader. Below are two of my favorite poems of all time. "won't you celebrate with me" by Lucille Clifton and "The Promise" by Sharon Olds. What are your favorite poems? How will you celebrate National Poetry Month? Visit the Academy of American Poets, the home for National Poetry Month, for ideas and links to resources. Onward with love, Amanda |
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The Promise by Sharon Olds With the second drink, at the restaurant, holding hands on the bare table, we are at it again, renewing our promise to kill each other. You are drinking gin, night-blue juniper berry dissolving in your body, I am drinking Fumé, chewing its fragrant dirt and smoke, we are taking on earth, we are part soil already, and wherever we are, we are also in our bed, fitted, naked, closely along each other, half passed out, after love, drifting back and forth across the border of consciousness, our bodies buoyant, clasped. Your hand tightens on the table. You’re a little afraid I’ll chicken out. What you do not want is to lie in a hospital bed for a year after a stroke, without being able to think or die, you do not want to be tied to a chair like your prim grandmother, cursing. The room is dim around us, ivory globes, pink curtains bound at the waist—and outside, a weightless, luminous, lifted-up summer twilight. I tell you you do not know me if you think I will not kill you. Think how we have floated together eye to eye, nipple to nipple, sex to sex, the halves of a creature drifting up to the lip of matter and over it—you know me from the bright, blood- flecked delivery room, if a lion had you in its jaws I would attack it, if the ropes binding your soul are your own wrists, I will cut them. |
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| | I'm so excited to be a featured poet for the African-American Shakespeare Company! Follow them on Instagram where I'll be sharing poetry in celebration of National Poetry Month. | | |
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| | What are you reading? The good peope at the Texas Book Festival asked me and I can't wait to share it with you as part of their Friday Features! Follow them on Instagram to see my current favorite read. Hint: It's a book of poems! | | |
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Toi Derricotte is a national treasure! Won't you celebrate her birthday with me? I'll be hosting this star-studded event of sister poets lifting Toi up. Toi will be in the mix! This special event is also a fundraiser for the gift she has given us of Cave Canem. RSVP Here |
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WORKSHOP - MAINE WRITERS & PUBLISHERS ALLIANCE This workshop will explore the roots of contemporary poetic forms and guide participants through the process of inventing their own. We will read poems by Afaa M. Weaver, Ruth Ellen Kocher, Terrance Hayes, Marilyn Nelson, Patricia Smith, and others to inspire the creation of original poems that invent and remix the rules of form. | | |
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For National Poetry Month, I'll be reading and facilitating a workshop for ECTC's Heartland Review on April 27 and 29. I'm thrilled to be back virtually with my poetry hometown! | | |
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“What is safe in this burning for survival?” Amanda Johnston turns and turns the question, a high stakes puzzle to unravel, the answers all bound up in love. Tight, spare, minimalist and brimming with mystery, these poems weigh the consequences of every gesture: the opened lock, the raised right hand, the inward reach. “You grip the wheel, knuckles frozen, and press the gas/as clouds drift in and out of your mouth.” With strong resolve, illimitable talent, and a clear reverence for the forebears these poems reach for and find, Amanda Johnston crafts a collection of beauty and daring. Her risks are honest; her voice, vital—I mean absolutely necessary. -Lyrae Van Clief-Stefanon | | |
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Want to bring Amanda to your event? Let's connect! Available for online readings, adult and youth workshops, seminars, and speaking engagements. Press Kit | | |
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Cave Canem Foundation is near and dear to my heart. As a fellow and current board member, I know firsthand how Cave Canem supports Black poets with the necessary time, space, and encouragement needed to dream, create, and grow. Thank you for your continued support for this "home for black poetry." | | |
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