Thank you for setting up this space! The last time I saw Norma read was here in Philadelphia at Temple in 2013. I wrote a poem for Norma while she read, composed with much of her language. Here it is below.
I remember the calm in the room, the slowing of time as we entered her words. I remember being pulled into her language. Word by word, page by page. I remember Norma, your elegance and how the words behaved differently scrawled in a notebook. An attempt at deeper listening- catching some particular words- and therefore the moment in which they were spoken, become strokes on a page. A legible movement which is the culmination- or duration of the reading. Your words moving associatively, becoming their own creatures. You gave the words back to yourself. And to us. Each one met newly. Thank you.
I look forward to reading more from everyone here.
Amulet for Norma Cole
This moment of recognition
“The flour is pine the tables fur”
Daughter’s paper, if mirror
Has anyone written
that painting, she asked
Walk together eroded
Which city which memory
We reinvent ourselves each
Tenant-fig, scorpyn tree
University of Arizona
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Elixir: of a very narrow bridge
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