Sina Queyras

if you open your mouth, ache.


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April Readings

I’m on the move in April. Hope to see you at one of these events.

BROOKLYN
April 14th, 7pm
Brooklyn Public Library
with Tonya Foster & Erica Hunt
10 Grand Army Plz,Brooklyn
Belladonna* Collaborative

YALE
April 16th 8pm
The Graduate Poetry Reading Series: Yale
Linsly-Chittenden Hall (LC), LC 319
63 High St.
New Haven, CT 06511


NEW YORK
Friday April 17th 

7:30-9:30 pm
Jack 505 1/2 Waverly Ave Brooklyn, 11238
Join UDP and Coach House Books for a reading with Ken Babstock, Corina Copp, Ben Fama, and Sina Queyras at JACK in Clinton Hill, Brooklyn. Following the reading, there will be a conversation with the poets, moderated by Mónica de la Torre and Robert Fitterman.

TORONTO 
Sunday, April 19th
7pm
Type Books, Toronto
Poetry night with Coach House Books & Ugly Duckling Presse
Two independent presses join forces and talk poetry – join UDP and CHB for a reading and conversation with Ken Babstock, Corina Copp, Ben Fama, and Sina Queyras at Type Books (Queen W.) in Toronto. Kyle Buckley will host.

BERKELEY
Friday, April 24th, 3-5
Berkeley Poetry Colloquium
330 Wheeler Hall
University of California, Berkeley

OAKLAND
Saturday, April 25th  8:00pm
Sina Queyras, Evelyn Reilly & Maisha Quint
in the Oakland Omni Collective Building
4799 Shattuck Avenue


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Reviews, Reviews, Reviews

I am rich in reviews and so thankful for the close reading! The Bullcalf, Arc Magazine and The Kenyon Review. Ben Purkert makes a case for the elegy as selfie. Not what I intended, but he makes a compelling case.

Not all elegies, however, are necessarily selfless. Some are self-addressed. Sina Queyras’s M x T (Coach House Books, 2014) levels with the reader: “There will be no one to write an elegy for me and so I am writing my own now, I want you to keep up with me. I want you to feel the way the wind holds a bird.” Written in response to a series of deaths in the poet’s immediate family, M x T is a work of deep despair. Overwhelmed with mourning (“Water, water everywhere, my dead ones…”), Queyras confronts her sorrow with intense interiority: “I am not interested in what Bourdieu, or Kristeva, has to say about grief…. I don’t want a theory; I want the poem inside me. I want the poem to unfurl like a thousand monks chanting inside me. I want the poem to skewer me, to catapult me into the clouds.” With titles like “Sylvia Plath’s Elegy for Sylvia Plath,” M x T turns the mechanism of elegy on itself.

Read the entire review here. Also read Jessi MacEachern and Stephen Brockwell who ask some compelling questions. Thanks to everyone. An honor.