This poem comes toward the closing half of my new book "The Patient is an Unreliable Historian," and was initially drafted during a period of solo meditation for several days out at Devils Den State Park. This poem serves as a subconscious document that ties together nature, healing and post-traumatic memory. The title is a play off an influential Leadbelly song from my youth.
Brody Parrish Craig on "Where/Did You Sleep Last Night" |
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"Despite a Thriving Literary Scene, Nashville Lacks a Poet Laureate"
"'Poets keep finding their way here and then creating their own communities,' says local poet Ciona Rouse. Rouse came to Nashville 22 years ago, and has been setting up events, readings and more since her arrival. Many new-in-town poets get pointed her way, and she can name off quite a few poetry collectives and literary organizers in town. She thinks a poet laureate should be someone who helps create spaces for people to engage with poetry."
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What Sparks Poetry: Ranjit Hoskote on Translation
"Mir’s voice speaks with clarity and urgency, with anguish and a timely critical resonance to our historical moment. His themes are our themes, his loss is our loss, his bewilderment is our bewilderment—the destroyed city, the devastated countryside, the scattering of friends, the exactions of exile. All these are features of our lives today, in a world marred by genocidal wars and forced migrations, invasions and insurrections, tanks and bulldozers, bombed cities and slaughtered populations." |
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