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...initially to be a somewhat nervous reader. He looks like a young King Hal—red-haired and energetic—and my overwhelming impression was of pent-up energy: hands gripped bloodlessly to his text, voice cracking resonantly. He promised a reading in three parts: new, unpublished poems, followed by a few things from the The Breakage, and then two sections from his recently published long poem, “Time’s Fool.” Like all the readings organised by the Woodberry Poetry Room, his performance was recorded, and will join...
...nothing if not chameleon-like. He loosened up as the reading progressed and began to voice a range of different tones and accents in his work. For me, this was exemplified best in his reading of “My Grandfather At The Pool,” a poem written, as he explained, from a photograph of his grandfather...
...Bunting Fellows Poetry Reading took place on April 2, in the Cronkhite Living room on Ash Street, and featured the two poets Natasha Trethewey and Brenda Shaughnessy. Each poet has recently published her first book, Domestic Work and Interior With Sudden Joy, respectively. Trethewey read first. Her poems dealt, from many points of view, with a woman in a photograph projected on a screen for the audience. The woman was a prostitute, photographed in Storyville in 1912. Trethewey’s poems reconstructed a life around this woman, superimposing emotions and experience onto the subject images. Her reading style...
...Straus, and Giroux, a publishing house with a stellar poetry list that is not known for frequently taking on young, new poets. At the reading, Shaughnessy described her own language as being made up of ‘sound-bytes,’ and I would add that her poems, in the consistency of their composition, form a scrapbook of those sound bytes, running together in their similarity, each poem a byte composed of smaller bytes. Here is a sampling of those bytes: “‘Everything is only nothing’s truck...
...recent, unpublished work. I confess that although what I read of her poetry frustrated me before the reading, as the reading progressed I become more of a fan. As soon as she stepped up to the podium, she giggled something about nervousness, and that nervousness manifested itself between poems in humorous interjections. They were therapeutic, I suppose. “I never realized this podium was so technological—it has all these clocks and…it’s kind of distracting,” or, “I was having this fight with my girlfriend...