The New Sonneteers: Malachi Black, Laurie Ann Guerrero, and A. Van Jordan (2016)

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The O.B. Hardison Poetry Series presented The New Sonneteers: Malachi Black, Laurie Ann Guerrero, and A. Van Jordan on April 11, 2016 at 7:30pm in the Folger's Elizabethan Theatre. These three diverse and talented poets have one thing in common--each tackle the sonnet in their most recent collections and, in doing so, breathe new life into a centuries-old form. The post-reading conversation was moderated by poet and award-winning teacher Donna Denizé. This event was co-sponsored with Letras Latinas, the literary initiative at the University of Notre Dame's Institute for Latino Studies

Malachi Black

Malachi Black. Carmen Radley.

Malachi Black is the author of Storm Toward Morning, a finalist for the Poetry Society of America's Norma Farber First Book Award, and two limited-edition chapbooks: Quarantine and Echolocation. Black is the recipient of a Ruth Lilly Fellowship and is a professor at the University of San Diego.





Laurie Ann Guerrero

Laurie Ann Guerrero.

Laurie Ann Guerrero, formerly San Antonio’s Poet Laureate, won the 2012 Andrés Montoya Poetry Prize for her first full-length collection, A Tongue in the Mouth of the Dying. Her latest collection is A Crown for Gumecindo.





A. Van Jordan

A. Van Jordan.

A. Van Jordan is the author of Cineaste, Rise, M-A-C-N-O-L-I-A, and Quantum Lyrics. Among other awards, he has received the Whiting Award, the Anisfield-Wolf Book Award, the PEN/Oakland Josephine Miles Award, and the Pushcart Prize.

A. Van Jordan has read for the O.B. Hardison Poetry series previously, on September 23, 2002.




Reviews and excerpts

From Quarantine


Lauds


. . . You put that sugar

in the melon’s breath, and it is wet

with what you are. (I, too, ferment.)

You rub the hum and simple warmth

of summer from afar into the hips

of insects and of everything.

I can forget.

And like the sea,

one more machine without a memory,

I don’t believe that you made me.


From Storm Toward Morning © 2014 by Malachi Black, published by Copper Canyon Press. Used with permission.