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luthienne · 2 years
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[Text ID: …And when / you carried my body back to shore — / as I trusted you would do— / well, then, you became shore too,]
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[Text ID: Th: Take my arm. / H: You're my tugboat now.]
Nicole Callihan, “The End of the Pier” / Anne Carson, H of H Playbook
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firstfullmoon · 2 years
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Nicole Callihan, “The Origin of Birds” [ID in alt text]
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venusonthemars · 2 years
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when anne carson said "i have longed for people before i have loved people before not like this it was not this give me a world you have taken the world i was" and when mary oliver said "lord god/ mercy is in your hands pour me a little/ and tenderness too/ my need is great" and when nicole callihan said "i closed my eyes/ and lay on top of you, swallowed you,/ let you swallow me too. and when/ you carried my body back to shore/ as i trusted that you would do/ well, then, you became shore too" and when louise gluck said "who wouldn't want you?/ whose most demonic appetite /could you possibly fail to answer?" and when frank o'hara said "what are you doing now/ where did you eat your/ lunch and were there/ lots of anchovies it/ is difficult to think/ of you without me in/ the sentence you depress/ me when you are alone" or something like that, you know?
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ardent-reflections · 11 months
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"Desire and desire and desire. All of which is to say: When I close my eyes, I am beside you."
From Nicole Callihan's piece, The Multiverse.
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andwestillhadhours · 1 year
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-Nicole Callihan, from "The Multiverse".
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blessthishouse · 2 years
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“The Origin of Birds” by Nicole Callihan (credit: @grieftolight on Instagram)
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6peaches · 2 years
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Nicole Callihan - The Origin of Birds
For hours, the flowers were enough. Before the flowers, Adam had been enough. Before Adam, just being a rib was enough. Just being inside Adam’s body, near his heart, enough. Enough to be so near his heart, enough to feel that sweet steady rhythm, enough to be a part of something bigger was enough. And before the rib, being clay was enough. And before clay, just being earth was enough. And before earth, being nothing was enough. But then enough was no longer enough. The flowers bowed their heads, as if to say, enough, and so Eve, surrounded by peonies, and alone enough, wished very hard for something, and the wish was enough to make the pinecone grow wings; the wish was enough to point to the sky, say bird, and wait for something to sing.
- The Origin of Birds by Nicole Callihan
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nsantand · 5 months
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Nicole Callihan – A origem dos pássaros
Por horas, as flores bastaram.Antes das flores, Adão havia bastado.Antes de Adão, ser apenas uma costela bastava.Estar no corpo de Adão, perto do seu coração, bastava.Bastava estar tão perto do seu coração, bastavasentir aquele ritmo doce e constante, bastavafazer parte de algo maior, bastava.E antes da costela, bastava ser argila.E antes da argila, bastava ser terra.E antes de terra, bastava não…
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havingapoemwithyou · 10 months
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the origin of birds by Nicole Callihan
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ashiqui · 6 months
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for @augustsjanes — loving you is sunlight.
micah nemerever, these violent delights / jeanette winterson, why be happy when you could be normal? / madeline miller, the song of achilles / nicole callihan, the end of the pier / @andatsea (x) / masha raymers (x) / jessie burton, the miniaturist / louise glück, tango / richard siken, scheherazade / iu & suga, eight / yves olade, when rome falls / @nephrosoupp (x) / taylor jenkins reid, the seven husbands of evelyn hugo / e.e. cummings (x) / william shakespeare, romeo & juliet / fall out boy, the last of the real ones / @poemsonmars (x) / zarina situmorang / @promethes (x) / david viscott / seperis, down to agincourt / @titsay (x) / daylily, movements / federico garcia lorca / hozier, sunlight / extraordinary attorney woo, 1x04 / taylor swift, out of the woods / shauna barbosa, cape verdean blues
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jeeyuns · 3 months
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✍️ The End of the Pier | Nicole Callihan
alternatively: Th: Take my arm. H: You're my tugboat now. - H of H Playbook | Anne Carson
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docity · 1 year
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Nicole Callihan, The End of the Pier / Priest, Faraway Wanderers / Jeanette Winterson, Lighthouse / Jeanette Winterson, Lighthouse / Priest, Faraway Wanderers / Rainer Maria Rilke, The Notebooks of Malte Laurids Brigge
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decimal80 · 2 years
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Aphrodite struck me first when I was young, with sea salt in my hair and the crashing of waves in my ears.
Nicole Callihan - “The End of the Pier” / Hollow Coves - Home / Adolf Hirémy-Hirschl - The Birth of Venus (1888) / Jeanette Winterson - Lighthousekeeping / Ivan Aivazovsky - The Shipwreck on Northern Sea (1865) / Emily Dickinson - “By the Sea” / Gustave Doré - The Oceanids ‘The Naiads of the Sea’ (1860) / Flatsound - My Heart Goes Bum Bum Bum / @matrose / Ivan Aivazovsky - The Birth of Aphrodite (1887)
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rosesarereds-posts · 11 months
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LYRIC ESSAY:
“SPIRAL” BY NICOLE CALLIHAN
Notice how this gorgeous essay evolves down the spine of its central theme: the sleepless swallows. The narrator records her thoughts about the passage of time, her breast examination, her family and childhood, and the other thoughts that arise in her mind as she compares them, again and again, to the mysterious swallows who fly without sleep. This piece demonstrates how lyric essays can encompass a wide array of ideas and threads, creating a kaleidoscope of language for the reader to peer into, come away with something, peer into again, and always see something different.
A Lyric essay is a type of creative nonfiction that blends the boundaries Between poetry and prose . It is Characterized by the poetic style of Writing that often uses Imagery, Figurative Language and Rhythmic patterns to convey meaning.
The focus of lyric essay is often on the Author's emotional or personal Experiences , rather than object facts. They Explore themes of loss, identity, memory And relationships. Is distinct from traditional essay in that it can be Fragmented, Non- linear and experiment with form. It is often structured into smaller sections of fragments each with Its own poetic qualities. As such, the lyric essay presents a unique opportunity for Creative expression in the genre of nonfiction.
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hyejungkook · 3 months
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It’s been a while, but I’ll be at AWP this year since it’s in my town! I’ll be reading at three off-sites and am on a panel on community building with Anna V. Q. Ross, Molly Sutton Kiefer, Nadia Colburn, Julie Choffel. Would love to see you 💗
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Wednesday Night Poetry
Wednesday, February 7th
6:30-10:30 (I read at the end)
Charlotte Street Foundation
In a very special off-site gathering, Wednesday Night Poetry—the longest-running consecutive weekly open mic series in the country—convenes at one of Kansas City’s most iconic art spaces, the Stern Theater at Charlotte Street! This is a SAFE SPACE. Open mic style, open to all WNP poets. One poem per poet, three to four minutes, any theme. Poets will read from 6:30 to 10:30 p.m. Sign up with the Google Form. Come share a poem, stay for community and togetherness. Wine and refreshments provided. Charlotte Street is located 2.9 miles away from the conference hotel, a ten-minute drive. Uber/Lyft encouraged.
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Wild Patience: A Poet-Mom Reading
Wednesday, Feb. 7th
5:30-8:00 PM
21c Museum Hotel
219 W 9th St, KCMO 64105
Eighteen poet moms, drawing from a variety of poetic practices and traditions, will share work that occupies the overlapping spaces of our lives—war zone and garden, city and body, climate and house, populace and child. Readers include Tess Taylor, Iris Jamahl Dunkle, Keetje Kuipers, Nicole Callihan, Julia Kolchinsky Dasbach, among others. Cash bar opens at 5:30 p.m. in Gallery One, reading starts at 6:00 p.m. in Main Gallery.
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Write Through It, Write To It: Finding Community in Adversity
Thursday, Feb. 8th
3:20-3:45 PM
Room 2211, Kansas City Convention Center, Street Level
The past years have upended how and who we think of as community. Locked down in our homes and tethered to Zoom, suddenly writers several continents and time zones away were as close as those next door. As poets, essayist, teachers, and editors we’ll explore the creation of community through difficulty. How do the exigencies of today’s convergent crises and new technologies put pressure on and also invigorate communities? We’ll discuss ways to persevere and find restorative and lasting exchange. Panel with Panel with Anna V. Q. Ross, Molly Sutton Kiefer, Nadia Colburn, Hyejung Kook, Julie Choffel.
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As if Conjured: A Poetry Reading Celebrating Publication of THE FAMILIAR by Sarah Kain Gutowski
Thursday, Feb. 8th
6-8 PM
Bliss Books
3502 Gillham Rd, KCMO 64111
Readings by Sarah Kain Gutowski, Jessica Cuello, Cynthia Marie Hoffman, Vincent James, Hyejung Kook, Ananda Lima, Eugenia Leigh, and Marcus Myers. Free drink tickets for the first twenty attendees!
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6peaches · 1 year
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Nicole Callihan - The End of the Pier
I walked to the end of the pier and threw your name into the sea, and when you flew back to me— a silver fish—I devoured you, cleaned you to the bone. I was through. But then you came back again: as sun on water. I reached for you, skimmed my hands over the light of you. And when the sky darkened, again, I thought it was over, but then, you became water. I closed my eyes and lay on top of you, swallowed you, let you swallow me too. And when you carried my body back to shore— as I trusted that you would do— well, then, you became shore too, and I knew, finally, I would never be through.
- The End of the Pier by Nicole Callihan
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