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J. Estanislao Lopez

@estanislaopoet.bsky.social

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Author of WE BORROWED GENTLENESS (Alice James Books), winner of the Zacharis first book award. Link: www.alicejamesbooks.org/bookstore/w… Poems in New Yorker, Poetry, Rumpus, and elsewhere

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Sarah Audsley @saudsley.bsky.social · 20/10/2023

This poet, this poem. ⚡💥 ✨ @estanislaopoet.bsky.social

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J. Estanislao Lopez @estanislaopoet.bsky.social · 06/09/2023

Blues jam on a Tuesday night when I start teaching at 7am? I thought you'd never ask 🤠

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Alex Tretbar @alextretbar.bsky.social · 01/09/2023

Places open for subs today: AGNI River Teeth The Kenyon Review The Cincinnati Review New England Review The Southern Review The Yale Review Bellevue Literary Review

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Sarah Audsley @saudsley.bsky.social · 01/09/2023

"Poem with Human Intelligence" by @estanislaopoet.bsky.social

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Lupe Mendez @thepoetmendez.bsky.social · 19/08/2023

Entirely happy to announce my second collection- PRAYER HOLDING NIGHT: NEW & SELECTED WORKS (Forthcoming, TCU Press) Spring, 2025! This is part of the Texas Poet Laureate Series-

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J. Estanislao Lopez @estanislaopoet.bsky.social · 18/08/2023

A poem I turn to in my writing slumps

The Higher Reaches

A man had less and less to say,
and said it better and better.

"Soon," he gloated, "I'll have
nothing to say, and I'll say it
perfectly.

By Bruce Bennett

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Diamond Gizelle Braxton @diamondgbraxton.bsky.social · 15/08/2023

SUBS ARE OPEN!! SEND US YOUR CHAPBOOKS!!

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Sarah Audsley @saudsley.bsky.social · 13/08/2023

Hey, Big 🍎! Coming atcha on August 22nd with some poems and other badass poets: bryantpark.org/calendar/event/poetr…

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J. Estanislao Lopez @estanislaopoet.bsky.social · 11/08/2023

7yo: I feel bad for cats in cartoons . . . Me: Why is that, honey? 7yo: Anytime someone throws something behind them without looking---it hits a cat.

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Dr. Han VanderHart @hanvanderhart.bsky.social · 10/08/2023

“The point of departure for the politician and the poet is completely different. The poet always says sorry, I've done wrong, and the politician says look at me, I'm always right.” —Kim Min Jeong aaww.org/ill-do-what-i-want-a-conve…

be honest. The political inclination and the poetic inclination are in direct confrontation.
I mean why do poets write? Because of guilt. A guilty conscience. When we've done something wrong, like when a poet in love is sorry and hurt, they'll write a poem about it and start feeling even more vexed about it. That's the poetic mind. But if a politician admits error or fault, that's it, their political life is over. The point of departure for the politician and the poet is completely different. The poet always says sorry, I've done wrong, and the politician says look at me, I'm always right.

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Janine Joseph @j9joseph.bsky.social · 08/08/2023

Sign the Open Letter: www.undocupoets.org

“Dear Pulitzer Prizes: It’s Time to Recognize Literature by Noncitizens”

“We, the undersigned, believe that we have a duty to ask what constitutes the literature of a nation, and in asking this question, we believe it is essential to veer away from the definitions the State provides as to what it thinks constitutes U.S. selfhood.”

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Margaret Ray @mbrrray.bsky.social · 31/07/2023

If you have GGTG in your #sealeychallenge stack, I’d love to see! And not too late to ask your library for a copy. Here are a couple poems from the book. bookshop.org/a/92150/9781950774845

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J. Estanislao Lopez @estanislaopoet.bsky.social · 07/08/2023

Inaugural poem post (from my copy of Linda Gregg's All of It Singing):

Bamboo and a Bird

In the subway late at night.
Waiting for the downtown train
at Forty-second Street.
Walking back and forth
on the platform.
Too tired to give money.
Staring at the magazine covers
in the kiosk. Someone passes me
from behind, wearing an orange vest
and dragging a black hose.
A car stops and the doors open.
All the faces are plain.
It makes me happy to be
among these people
who leave empty seats
between each other.

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