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Nov 13, 2024 | 
swwimmiami.substack.com | Nidia Sanchez Hernandez |Robert Pinsky |Carolyn Forché |Shara McCallum
12/12 / Poetry Reading and Conversation with visiting poet-in-residence Nicole Cooley + local writer Caroline Cabrera / The Gallery at The Betsy-South Beach, Miami Beach, FL / Live and Live-Streamed on Instagram Live/Facebook Live at @swwimmiami / 7-8:30 pm EST / FreeOne workshop remains in our Workshop Series--SWWIM Lessons: From Prompt to Placement: “Surfing Submittable with Jen Karetnick – Keeping your head above water in the poetry submissions process” on 12/10 (register here).
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Nov 12, 2024 | 
dialnet.unirioja.es | Carolyn Forché |Cornelia Gräbner
Ayuda Buscar en la ayuda Buscar en la ayuda Small Lights: On Poems, Coming-to-consciousness and Conscience Autores: Carolyn Forché, Cornelia Gräbner Localización: Comparative Critical Studies, ISSN 1744-1854, Vol. 21, Nº. 2-3, 2024 (Ejemplar dedicado a: Against the Grain: Dissent, Opposition and La parola contraria in Literature, Politics and the Arts), págs.
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Apr 27, 2024 | 
entertainment-mag.com | Carolyn Forché
Dear readers,Not long ago at a book party (yes, they still exist), I fell into conversation with a well-known poet (they also still exist) who told me that, at her editor’s urging, she was hard at work on her memoir. How’s that going? I asked. “Oh, I hate it!” she told me merrily. She wasn’t used to writing long: “I want to cut every page down to a paragraph, and every paragraph down to a line. I want to be writing poems.”Fair enough.
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Mar 27, 2024 | 
morningstaronline.co.uk | Carolyn Forché
We were thirty-one souls all, he said, on the gray-sick of seain a cold rubber boat, rising and falling in our filth. By morning this didn’t matter, no land was in sight,all were soaked to the bone, living and dead. We could still float, we said, from war to war. What lay behind us but ruins of stone piled on ruins of stone? City called “mother of the poor” surrounded by fieldsof cotton and millet, city of jewellers and cloak-makers,with the oldest church in Christendom and the Sword of Allah.
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Mar 24, 2024 | 
theatlantic.com | Carolyn Forché
There is much in this drawer that is no longer in use: a notebook with ribbon to mark passages once of some importance, a tortoiseshell comb sadly made of tortoise shell, a prayer book bound in mother-of-pearl. Mother-of-pearl. And sounds: a blurring of bees in the air no longer heard in the wild. Everything at once, she had said. All that you remember must be written down. Bed linens sailing the wind, curtains flaring beyond the windscreens, lilacs soon to lie on the ground.
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Nov 29, 2023 | 
citylights.com | Carolyn Forché
A companion volume to Against Forgetting, Poetry of Witness is the first anthology to reveal a tradition that runs through English-language poetry. The 300 poems collected here were composed at an extreme of human endurance–while their authors awaited execution, endured imprisonment, fought on the battlefield, or labored on the brink of breakdown or death. All bear witness to historical events and the irresistibility of their impact.
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Aug 28, 2023 | 
poetryfoundation.org | Carolyn Forché
It’s unlikely that any Writers Guild of America strikers carry signs that say “For the producer, the writer can be only SERVANT, CLOWN, or ENEMY.” But that phrase, adapted from Roque Dalton’s “Declaration of Principles”—which speaks of “the bourgeoisie” and “the poet” rather than producers and writers—probably rings true to lots of people on picket lines right now.
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Apr 17, 2023 | 
poets.org | Jake Skeets |Beau Sia |Julia Levine |Carolyn Forché
Snow a celestial orchard in bloom,mile after mile of pine and graniteclothed in an empire of silence. We burned newspapers, a cord of wood, a bed framethe squatters before us had left. Mornings, our boots made tracksbeside the split moons of deer, the clawed prints of bear,even as wind whittled it all away. Some afternoons, there was sunlight through the windowsand we’d lie inside our zipped-together bagsmoving like a legless shadow. Nights, we heard wolves with the sky inside their throats.
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Apr 8, 2023 | 
audiofilemagazine.com | Carolyn Forché
by Carolyn Forché |Read by Carolyn ForchéPoetry & Drama 1.5 hrs. Unabridged © 2020The auditory experience is a large part of appreciating poetry. This audio performance of Forché's latest collection appeals to the ear as the poet herself presses her own words forward, kneading images like bread. Forché's voice is urgent and sincere, emotional and invested. That said, there is also a visual element to poetry, and some pieces lend themselves better to the audio format than others.
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Mar 2, 2023 | 
lithub.com | Carolyn Forché
In memory we are standing in the kitchen of the Treman Cottage at Breadloaf. It is late afternoon in the summer of 1976 and I have brought my copies of Return to a Place Lit by a Glass of Milk and Dismantling the Silence for Charles Simic to sign. He is slouching a bit, leaning against the counter, and seems genuinely touched that I had carried the books, deeply penciled and dog-eared, all the way from home.
