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SEX ON THURSDAY | Lube Poetry
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A little bit of poetry for your spicy Thursday!
The Cornell Daily Sun (https://cornellsun.com/tag/poetry/)
Natasha Trethewey, Poet Laureate and Pulitzer Prize, visited Cornell on March 14 as part of the Zalaznick Reading Series.
Cornellians found various ways to connect and express themselves with poetry throughout April, which is National Poetry Month.
As a writer, there are few things that make me feel grateful to be alive the way poetry does. This past Thursday, the Cornell Department of English hosted author Gregory Pardlo as the first guest in the Fall 2018 Barbara & David Zalaznick Reading Series. Pardlo’s collection, Digest, was the recipient of the 2015 Pulitzer Prize for Poetry. In 2007, his first book of poetry, Totem, won the American Poetry Review/Honickman First Book Prize. This past April, he published Air Traffic: A Memoir of Ambition and Manhood, which was named one of “17 Refreshing Books to Read This Summer” by the New York Times.
From the genuine emotion that pervaded her reading to her well-considered answers to our questions, I believe that Forché deserves her reputation as a humanitarian poet. She gave every impression of a person who has witnessed horrors, had time to reflect on them deeply, and emerged irrevocably changed.
Weather offers a space to reflect and process the anger and heartbreak of living in a world plagued with destructive forces of violence, hate, and injustice.
“In the Lateness of the World” is Forché’s most recent book, her first new collection of poetry in seventeen years. In it, she writes on subjects ranging from the global to the personal — from war-scarred history to a visitation to a lighthouse, from dawn over Paros to the death of a friend.
In a week where my words would inevitably have failed me, I’ve compiled a brief list of poetry recommendations instead.
But, simply because something might not fit into our polished vision of poetry doesn’t mean it’s without value, and despite my personal dissatisfaction with the genre, I can still appreciate the connections it creates.
Once upon a midnight dreary, while I regarded, piqued yet leery,