The saxophone is so human. Its tendency is to be rowdy, edgy, talk too loud, bump into people, say the wrong words at the wrong time. But then, you take a breath, all the way from the center of the earth and blow. All that heartache is forgiven. All that love we humans carry makes […]
Joy Harjo in a full clear reading of her work in the formative place where she first really took up writing, here in New Mexico. Introduction by Gus Blaisdell, proprietor of the Living Batch Bookstore in Albuquerque. I recorded this on my little Sony Professional cassette recorder. — Larry Goodell
This year’s Lilly Prize winner discusses the intersection of poetry and music, as well as the women’s rights and Indigenous rights movements that much her poetry is borne out of.
My relationship with robins began in childhood, when I used to find the most peace, outside alone. It was when I thought with the trees, with earth, with timelessness that spiritual guidance, knowing and knowledge would speak and move about in beautiful and insightful designs of revelations. Robins were always there. And when years later, […]
Around a year and a half ago, we invited eight of our favorite contemporary poets to Tucson to talk with us about climate change and poetry. We wrote to Aracelis Girmay, Brenda Hillman, Brian Teare, Camille Dungy, Joy Harjo, Robert Hass, and Ross Gay, inviting them to present what we were calling “investigative readings”—part poetry […]
Moving back to the Southeast has had a profound effect on me, especially when it comes to erasure. Our tribal names are everywhere. My family history is everywhere. Buildings and streets are named after those who fought and removed tribal people who originally lived here in the Knoxville area. I can name relatives who fought against removal. […]
Erasure Late last night, after a long day of prepping for teaching, and teaching, I went online to check on a younger Native poet. She had decided to stand up and speak her truth when a memoirist ex, popular for her emotional eloquence and ability to embody the forbidden, misrepresented her. Some of us […]