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Laura
Solomon was born in 1976 in Birmingham, Alabama and
spent her childhood in various small towns scattered across the
southeast.
Her first book, Bivouac, was published by Slope Editions
in 2002. Other publications include a chapbook, Letters by
which Sisters
Will Know Brothers (Katalanche Press 2005), and Haiku
of Stones / Haiku des Pierres by
Jacques Poullaouec, a translation
from the French with Sika Fakambi (Editons Apogée, 2006).
Currently she
lives in Philadelphia.
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"In her second collection, Blue and Red Things,
Laura Solomon discovers what the wizards of the world have
always known
and hid under large rocks. Solomon bravely takes these things
out from under the rocks, displays them for us in her large
poetic voice, and begs us to listen to them, lest we forget
them altogether. By doing so, she makes of the world little
more than a changeling and as beautifully icy and as gloriously
conscious of itself as the life it supports. Like ghosts,
these poems will reinvent themselves in your soul each time
you read them. Like objects from the other world, these blue
and red things will help us all re-envision what little we
know of life and death. If you miss this book, you will miss
something you will need throughout your life and will be
forever sorry and never replete."
—Dorothea Lasky
"Clouds pose and rupture, scald a ring
in the sternum’s ear. Not simple prowess, this is Isis’ sibling,
a white wren. The era of injured ruses intersects theorem
street, becomes bivalve, spawns a sister. What part of the
swoon is systemic? Solomon nurses starred sects. A red song
reverberates blue. And the sky ceases to be American."
—Eric Baus
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READING & BOOK RELEASE:
Sunday, September
16, 7:00 pm
Dan
Machlin & Laura Solomon
Zinc Bar, NYC <<details>>
other upcoming readings:
September 8 at 7 pm
Soon Reading Series
(with Dorothea Lasky)
@ State of the Art Gallery
120 W. State St., Ithaca NY
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September 28 at 8pm
Jimmy's
No. 43 Stage
(with Dorothea Lasky and Matthew Zapruder)
43 E. 7th Street between 2nd & 3rd
LINKS:
—A
letter from Laura Solomon on Weird Deer
—Poems on Gutcult
EXCERPT:
First Banshee
It comes out of arson
bearing aprons of berries.
It comes in stealth,
not by night,
but by prolonged days
that resemble the final
white cinders.
By a river without warning
it comes in pith,
with wings at the shoulder,
blades at the breath,
to turn water into anything
but ice is a miracle.
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