Or all is forever
created and creaturely—
a multiverse
without a manual
in which someone who is not you,
but an exact replica of you, is holding a book
in a room or a public space or a mode of transport that is not where you are,
but is an exact replica of where you are,
on an earth which is not the earth
but an exact replica of the earth
on which you stand
as if on an uninhabited plain,
and it is not a distancing to compare
not a photo not an image
and there doesn't seem to be direction though there is wind,
there is no time but the light remains.
On November 8th Omnidawn Poet Gillian Conoley will be reading with Maxine Chernoff at Moe's Books! Gillian Conoley was awarded the 2017 Shelley Memorial Award from the Poetry Society of America. Her eighth poetry collection, Peace, was named an Academy of American Poets Standout Book for 2014 and a finalist for the Los Angeles Times Book Prize.
With Omnidawn, Gillian Conoley published Peace (2014) and The Plot Genie (2009).
Moe's Books will have multiple readings this month with various poets, you can find more readings here: http://www.moesbooks.com/events/#nov8
Check out this great write up by Sonoma State University about Gillian Conoley's recent acceptance of the 2017 Shelley Award!
"The list of poets who have won this award are the ones that would show up on a syllabus for an American poetry class in the 20th and 21st century," says Thaine Stearns, dean of the School of Arts and Humanities. "With this award, Gillian becomes part of the canon of American poets in a way that is recognizable."
Berkeley's Univ. Press Books: Hoa Nguyen and Gillian Conoley Read Sunday March 6, 2016
Berkeley’s Univ. Press Books: Hoa Nguyen and Gillian Conoley Read Sunday March 6, 2016
“University Press Books is very excited to welcome Hoa Nguyen and Gillian Conoley for a reading of their poems this coming Sunday, the 6th of March. If weather permits, the reading will be held on our garden patio, and refreshments will be served!” from Facebook event here. I hope weather permits!
I threw out everything that didn’t give me a spark
and hung all the whites on the table.
Greens and deep dirt browns and grays.
The sensory titillations of the day
entered each limb’s phantom collapse and gait, tremor are you there?
See until you are gone and there is only what you are seeing.
Just trying that meant yesterday.
What to do today. Falls the shadow.
Gillian Conoley, “Sinking into the Leopard Pillow”