Thursday, January 14, 2021
Wednesday, December 23, 2020
Victor Pambuccian: The thought of you
No, it’s not time,
not the many rivers of it
on which we once came
and now glide down
separated by
marshes of pasts and
futures apart.
And no, it’s not the sun,
it’s not the light that
enters a room
when you step in.
Not even that
overwhelming presence
of a sitting portrait.
Nor the absence of
a movement of thought,
the frozen landscapes
that are thawing,
the fruit of unknown trees
on the ground,
thin, green leaves
in the glaring sun.
It’s the silence,
the unavoidable silence
of the boat ride.
A professor of mathematics at Arizona State University, Victor Pambuccian has published widely in specialized journals on the axiomatic foundation of geometry. His poetry translations, from Romanian, French, and German appeared in International Poetry Review, Pleiades, Two Lines, and Words Without Borders.
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Labels: Contemporary, USA, Victor Pambuccian
Sunday, December 20, 2020
ARDA COLLINS: Over No Hills
It civilizes me,
not like a private sense of bed
but that I have powers of speech at all—
I think I am going to stop
eating bits of paper
that don't say anything on them—
that don't even say anything on them—
I know I should do something
as they say, "for the snows of embarrassment"
like a day in March when the blood is closer,
day singing for the loss of its whip.
Closer, I say, closer.
Or maybe I'll arrange to have you run over by horses
unexpectedly.
At first it will seem terrible,
a wood-framed tableau in which you're torn limb from limb
or in what as a photograph an idiotic stranger will see and call "wild dust"
then ask about the car park,
something he says
that he brings out like a bow-legged cowboy walk
or leaning with one elbow on the counter.
He's our witness, how awful.
But eventually in our separate ways, we'll see the wisdom in it.
The horses are brown. They're from a painting
hanging in my once-room at the Hotel Phillips
in Bartlesville, Oklahoma.
When the next day I saw sunset on the prairie
it gave the impression that the world would go on
as only grassland.
It was my wish
not to know
its reach.
I looked at it like a dog,
a dog waiting to be shot
with a long rifle,
or just a double-barrel shotgun.
O sweet shotgun, make the sun go down.
From It is Daylight (Yale University Press, 2009).
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Labels: Arda Collins, Contemporary, USA
Monday, December 07, 2020
Nancy Kricorian: The Survivor
Click to hear The Survivor read by the author, Nancy Kricorian.
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Labels: Audio Clip, Contemporary, Nancy Kricorian, USA
Saturday, November 28, 2020
Diana Der-Hovanessian: Thanksgiving
Love is not all. It is not food nor drink.
Edna St. Vincent Millay
Nor is food love, but palate's sport alone.
Even with ceremony, without toast or vow,
it is just means of keeping flesh on bone.
But table and altar are confused somehow.
We substitute our food again, again
for rites of love. Look how this buffet sinks
with golden fowl and platters of grain
and candles for our eyes to drink.
Love is not food. But in the name of those
with parched throats, who could not eat
or pray, whose empty mouths have closed,
whose bellies swelled with pain not meat,
we call it sustenance when it is shared.
And sharing we call prayer.
From Songs of Bread, Songs of Salt, Ashod Press
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Labels: Diana Der-Hovanessian, USA
Wednesday, October 07, 2020
Don't Look Away: A Literary Series for Artsakh
Dear friends and colleagues,
On September 27th, Azerbaijan, directly aided by Turkey, launched a massive assault on Nagorno Karabakh, an ethnically Armenian territory known to Armenians as Artsakh. Since then, both Artsakh and the Republic of Armenia have been under attack. Artsakh’s capital, Stepanakert, has been relentlessly bombarded by drones, missile strikes and military aircraft. Azerbaijan is targeting not only military forces but also the civilian population and vital infrastructure like hospitals and schools, and evidence shows they have used lethal cluster munitions, which can wreak havoc for decades. In July, Erdogan promised ‘to fulfill the mission our grandfathers have carried out for centuries in the Caucasus,’ a statement with clear echoes of the Armenian Genocide. Armenians fear this assault is an attack on our existence as a people, and we need your help.
On behalf of the International Armenian Literary Alliance, I invite you to the first reading in our series, Don't Look Away, which will raise funds and awareness for Artsakh. The reading will provide context on the conflict and feature award-winning authors Peter Balakian, Carolyn Forché, Nancy Kricorian, Anna Turcotte and Lory Bedikian.
When: Saturday, October 10th at 3 pm Eastern
Click here to join us on Zoom (Password: IALA2020)
Click here to donate to the cause.
Thank you for your support.--
Olivia Katrandjian
www.oliviakatrandjian.com
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Labels: 2020, Anne A. Turcotte, Carolyn Forché, IALA, lecture, Nancy Kricorian, Olivia Katrandjian, Peter Balakian, USA
Sunday, October 04, 2020
Gregory Djanikian reads from his work (via Zoom) October 4, 2020 POSTPONED
Gregory Djanikian, poet and professor, will be reading from his new book, Sojourners of the In-Between, sponsored by the Katonah Poetry Series, on Sunday, October, 4th, 4:00 PM. with a special introduction by former U. S. Poet Laureate, Billy Collins
Here is the link: http://katonahpoetry.com
Of Djanikian's most recent book, Sojourners of the In-Between, Lawrence Raab writes: "One of the most striking features of Djanikian's lithe and vigorous poems is their refusal to be glum. They don't ignore grief, they just keep surprising themselves into wonder, then praise - how grateful we might feel for 'this everything / of being alive together.' Funny, sad, lyrical, meditative - sometimes all at once - these poems happily reveal the many different kinds of truths the world offers."
Born in Alexandria, Egypt, of Armenian parentage, Djanikian came to the US at the age of eight after his family's livelihood was lost in the tumult of political change. A graduate of the Syracuse University writing program, Djanikian was the Director of Creative Writing at the University of Pennsylvania for many years. In honor of his dedication to his students, the Gregory Djanikian Scholars Program has been established in his name. Djianikian lives outside of Philadelphia with his wife, artist Alysa Bennett.
In his recent interview with KPS's Ann van Buren, Djanikian expresses the hope that people "find the sense of joy about life that the poems present." Djanikian is the author of seven collections of poetry and is the recipient of many awards and prizes. His poems have appeared in The American Poetry Review, The American Scholar, Boulevard, The Georgia Review, The Iowa Review, Poetry, Poetry Northwest, Shenandoah, TriQuarterly, and numerous other periodicals and anthologies.
Zoom will open at 3:45 p.m. for the reading, which begins at 4:00 p.m. on Sunday, October 4th, 2020. An audience Q&A follows. The Zoom link is posted here: https://tinyurl.com/djanikian.
Suggested donation is $5 for adults, students free. We appreciate your donations of any amount; they enable us to pay our poets as they deserve.
You can donate via PayPal: http://katonahpoetry.com/donations/ See Less
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Labels: Contemporary, Gregory Djanikian, USA
Wednesday, September 23, 2020
Sotère Torregian: After reading Aram Saroyan
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Labels: Contemporary, Sotère Torregian, USA
Thursday, September 10, 2020
ԼՕԼԱ ԳՈՒՆՏԱՔՃԵԱՆ։ Նիւ Եորքի փապուղիները
Բոլո՛րս, ամե՛ն կենդանի էութիւն, միմիայն ոգիներ, ոչինչի ստուերներ չե՞նք:
(Սոփոկլես, «Այաքս»)
Երկար են ու աղմկոտ,
Երբ ամեն առտու, երբեմն ամեն իրիկուն,
Կը քալեմ իր ստորերկրեայ շաւիղներէն։
Աղմկոտ են ու գարշահոտ,
Բայց ամեն առտու, երբեմն ամեն իրիկուն,
Կը քալեմ ոլորուած ուղիներէն։
Սենեակներն ու խուցերը։
Ո՞ւր են հսկայական միջանցքները,
Անհաւանական անկիւններն ու թակարդները։
Միմիայն երեւակայութեանս մէ՞ջ։
անտունիներ՝
Ձմեռը աւելի։
Գնացքները ու գետինը աւլողները,
Մէզի հոտերը ու փսխունքները սրբողները
Ձմե՛ռը շա՜տ աւելի.
պիտի հանդիպի՞մ Օրփէոսին եւ Էվրիդիկէին
Ու կը փնտրեմ զիրենք
Ամեն եկող-գացողներուն մէջ,
Ամեն առտու, երբեմն ամեն իրիկուն։
Էվրիդիկէ օթոյի արկածով մահացած
Օրփէոս՝ անհեթեթ
աշխարհի մէջ կը փնտռէ իր սիրելին,
ու ինծի պէս կը քալէ
Նիւ Եորքի փապուղիներուն մէջ,
կոյրի մը պէս, ճերմակ գաւազանի մը հետ
զննելով ամեն գաղտնի ուղիները,
սենեակներն ու խուցերը։
Յուսալով թէ կա՛ն հսկայական միջանցքներ,
անհաւանական անկիւններ բայց քիչ թակարդներ։
կրկին կը տեսնէ Էվրիդիկէն
հարսի հագուստը հագած
հեռուէն մօտենալը
հարսանեկան փունջ մը ծաղիկը
ու ժպիտը։
Նիւ Եորքի փապուղիներուն մէջ
ինչպէս ամեն առտու,
երբեմն ալ ամեն իրիկուն։
Posted by Armenian Poetry Project at 9/10/2020 07:00:00 AM 0 comments
Labels: Audio Clip, Contemporary, Lola Koundakjian, USA
Thursday, August 27, 2020
ALAN SEMERDJIAN: THE POLITICS
So many voices in the room
all missing each other
like a laser beam circus
or the part in the movie
where the thief needs
to infiltrate the stash’s safe
or get the remaining pearls
but the zig zag of red
lines is in the way (he mustn’t
touch the line in his routine
or else all hell will break
loose in the form of sirens
and bells, cutaways and fades
to possibly a sprinkler
system about to go off as well);
we are those obliqued lines
in hot pursuit of anything
but each other, too electric
to touch or embrace for long
or extend the figure of a
shoulder out for a head to lay
on, to cry on, and/or while
the thief steps over us—too
easily, now that we think about
it—and gets to what he must,
inevitably, get to, which is,
of course, whatever is behind
that goddamn unforsaken door.
From As It Ought to Be online magazine
About the Author: Award-winning writer, musician, and educator Alan Semerdjian’s writing has appeared in several notable print and online publications and anthologies over the years including Adbusters, The Brooklyn Rail, and Diagram. He released a chapbook of poems called An Improvised Device (Lock n Load Press) in 2005 and his first full-length book In the Architecture of Bone (GenPop Books) in 2009, which Pulitzer Prize winner Peter Balakian called “well worth your reading.” His most recent work, The Serpent and the Crane, which is a collaboration of poetry and music focused on The Armenian Genocide with guitarist/composer Aram Bajakian, was released this past April.
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Labels: Alan Semerdjian, Contemporary, USA
Wednesday, July 29, 2020
Jacob Minasian: Twentieth of March
The equinox will end with a snow
storm, eighty percent by ten
in the evening at thirty seven
degrees. Through the night
it will continue to deconstruct
specific colors, all into one,
and by eleven the next
morning there will be
feet to march through.
Even now, the gray
squirrels disappear, the
geese are abruptly gone.
Roots scramble
around their trunks
like some warming
self-embrace against
the ever-dropping air.
Institutions will close,
postponing, perhaps
preventing tragedy
similar to the one
in the news today.
From American Lit (Finishing Line Press, 2020). All rights reserved.
This poem was featured in Poetry Society of America
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Labels: Contemporary, Jacob Minasian, USA
Tuesday, July 28, 2020
NC resident Melanie Tafejian wins the William Matthews Poetry Prize
Poet Melanie Tafejian was recently awarded second place in the William
Matthews Poetry Prize hosted by The Asheville Poetry Review. The final
judge was Ilya Kaminsky. Melanie will receive $250 and her poem "On
Occupation" will be published in The Asheville Poetry Review (Vol.
26-27, Issue 30, 2020) which will be released in December 2020.
Melanie
Tafejian is a poet and educator based in Raleigh, NC. She recently
graduated from North Carolina State University with an MFA in Creative
Writing. Melanie is at work on her first book manuscript. In addition to
her first book, she is working to translating the poems of her
great-great-grandfather, Armenag Arekian, who was a survivor of the
Armenian genocide and also a poet.
More can be found at melanietafejian.com.
CONGRATULATIONS Melanie!
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Labels: Contemporary, Melanie Tafejian, USA
Monday, July 27, 2020
Shahé Mankerian's recites his poem
Click here to view the author's video
This poem appears in the FOOD Anthology available here: https://www.flyonthewallpoetry.co.uk/... Poet Bio: Shahé Mankerian is the principal of St. Gregory Hovsepian School in Pasadena and the poetry co-director at Rockvale Review. His manuscript, History of Forgetfulness, has been a finalist at the Bibby First Book Competition, the Crab Orchard Poetry Open Competition, the Quercus Review Press Poetry Book Award, and the White Pine Press Poetry Prize.
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Labels: Contemporary, Shahé Mankerian, USA
Friday, July 24, 2020
Katherine A. Hagopian Berry: Springback
It is the nature of crisis to pivot,
like a magnet seeking iron.
I start sewing by hand
you buy your first pair of work gloves
trade suits for pants with hammer straps
briefcase shoulder creased and faded, edging past forty
you leave it the trunk of our old jeep,
drive past derelict farms, scaled and fullered camp roads.
Your gloves are new, smooth like bright bar stock
pale wood of your handle, tongs you borrow.
I watch sparks like geese returning
on the sharp March wind
they settle on leather, feather ruffle, and fade.
You learn to roll axial, extrude backward
the breakdown, the buckle, the harden, the quench.
Inexorably, we become used to it
burns overtake the virgin brown
you search for anvils on the internet
I tell you I am drawn to one with runes and stars
the whole world open to making yourself
like nails you forge and forge again
it takes two hundred, you say, to get it right
round the heads from unsteady cubes,
the stalks from jagged twigs
into something that can hold us all together.
Katherine A. Hagopian Berry’s poems have appeared in The Café Review, “Balancing Act II: An Anthology of Poetry by Fifty Maine Women, Glass: Poets Resist,” and “A Dangerous New World: Maine Voices on the Climate Crisis.” Her collection “Mast Year” is forthcoming this spring from Littoral Books.
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Labels: Contemporary, Katherine A. Hagopian Berry, USA
Sunday, June 28, 2020
Sotère Torregian: MANIFESTO (AGAINST) AN (ARTS) FESTIVAL, QUEBEC
for Lola Koundakjian
The oysters of housewives a hostesse agency
that assesses your celebration a work
without end
my decathlon prawls in your direction - LOOK!
time of the journey I don’t know
when the hour my head lets go a charge
the Blank Page of Mallarmé goes forth with its main-sail
toward the demolition of all poetics!
GREETINGS FROM THE SWAMP BANTUSTAN
OF OKEFENOKEE HOME OF POGO AND ALBERT THE
ALLIGATOR
RATHER A BUSY CARAVANSERIE!
As I am no longer the voyager there
GOO’DAY
O MY LITTLE SCHOLARS PLACED IN ESCROW
A never-ending pioneering
AND WHEN I hear the lullaby of lumberjacks
“If you find your nose bruised as you slide into home-plate”
It’s surely the fault of an overhead cloud of enormous size
AMALGAM, © Sotère Torregian, 2019, Ugly Duckling Presse
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Labels: Contemporary, Sotère Torregian, USA
Monday, June 22, 2020
Shahé Mankerian: Blindfold
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Labels: Contemporary, Shahé Mankerian, USA
Saturday, June 20, 2020
And our epidemic series grande finale: poems written by 8th Grade Students, St. Gregory Hovsepian School, Pasadena California
The Armenian Poetry Project thanks longtime contributor and friend, Shahé Mankerian, principal of the St. Gregory Hovsepian School, Pasadena California. We thank the principal and all the students who participated in this project.
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Labels: Epidemic, Shahé Mankerian, USA