Introducing the cover to OVERLAND, my third book of poems and my first to be published from
@CopperCanyonPrs
. I will have more to say about this soon, but for now, here's a link to the preorder page (support local bookstores!):
A warm Copper Canyon Press welcome to poet NATALIE EILBERT! (
@natalie_eilbert
):
We look forward to publishing Eilbert's new poetry collection in Fall 2023!
Listen, we all need something heartwarming right now. Here's a little story. In the fall, I reported on city planners wanting to rebrand, a rebranding that included the city's flag. In talking to the planning department, I learned about the predecessor to the current flag. A π§΅:
Today is the day! My third poetry collection, Overland, is out with
@CopperCanyonPrs
. Iβve been working on this book since 2015 and there are so many people and landscapes to thank for it.
If you went to AWP, please do right by your community by being extra vigilant about masking and quarantining. In 5-7 days, take a PCR test. Do it again a week later. Please stay safe. β€οΈ
I have to say, people who make fun of folks getting their Pushcart nominations are bitter jerks. Stay in your cool kids club and leave people the hell alone who want to celebrate these small victories while the world explodes.
If your ex is contacting you out of blue and is acting extra sentimental, itβs 1000&% a result of The Nationalβs new album, which heavily features Phoebe Bridgers along with Sufjan Stevens and Taylor Swift. Hope this helps.
Your book list roundup is trash if you include no poetry collections. Stop treating poets like they don't deserve the same accolades when they don't fit into capitalist marketing categories. Stop throwing pennies at us to dance for you.
Because I was someone who did share Ilyaβs important poem, Iβll say one major reason why. It moves people who live outside poetry bubbles. The title alone, βWe Lived Happily During the Warβ is enough to cause someone intimidated by poetry to tremble.
Thanks to
@iSmashFizzle
's tweet about Carmen Sandiego, I took my friends down a Wikipedia hole because I believe CS is a rebel queen and no more a bad guy than the rest of us, and we discovered that Gina Rodriguez will be playing CS in 2019 so god is real.
In reading about the green comet visible this weekend for the first time since the Stone Age, I learned that the core of a comet is called a coma and I have a duty to tell my fellow poets.
Maybe it isn't cool to get excited about these initial acceptances anymore, but I got a poetry acceptance from The Nation and I'm very excited and not being cool about that.
Aria Aber and Natalie Diaz write some of the most complex, lyrically astounding poems of our time. They look history in the mouth and pull. They show up in community, change minds, ask people to look up and outward. And yes, they also write love poems.
I need to find another book like "A Heart so White" by Javier MarΓas, a book with ontological wandering embedded in the storytelling. Beautiful, unpredictably devastating prose. What comes to mind?
Ahem, a thread: When I was in grad school, I was a bitter and sick 22-year-old. I interned at a lit mag that boasted conservative literary values and a staunch fidelity to the canon. I didn't know squat about the journal but I thought it would give me experience! and connections!
When I was a wee 22 year old archivist intern at The New Yorker,
@erinoverbey
was a thoughtful and extremely intelligent co-supervisor. This is frustrating to see happen.
So the
@New
Yorker has fired me, effective immediately. Iβm speaking with the union about potentially filing a grievance on the termination. But here are some things that I will sayβ¦.
I have so little interest in my own poems. I read recently and felt nothing of the ecstatic, no sense of truth-telling or awe. I'm grieving something deeply in myself, my faith in poetry. How do I get it back?
Proud that my name is on the Gableman byline. The Eilberts were one of millions of Jewish families that, almost a century ago, were systematically removed from existence. It's the tragic reason my last name is so unique. And why I'm proud to hold government accountable today.
Since I deleted Instagram, I've stopped taking selfies. I've stopped thinking about myself as a capital firm on which I should add and remove features. It's been very useful. I'm beginning to unlearn hating myself.
π«β¨Some news: I'm happy to announce I'll be joining the
@journalsentinel
to continue my statewide mental health coverage. I've loved my time with the
@gbpressgazette
and the city of Green Bay, and am so grateful for this stellar team.
A little personal news I've been keeping in my back pocket: I accepted a national fellowship from USC Annenberg Center for Health Journalism last month that will fund an investigative mental health project this year. It also means I get to hang in LA next week!
I don't have the bandwidth to process Louise GlΓΌck's death, but I spent the afternoon meditating on all the ways she has radically altered contemporary poetic consciousness. I wrote my first poems about sexual assault my sophomore year after reading The House on Marshland.
When I first learned about the restrictions Wisconsin's unaccompanied, homeless youth face in getting the care they need back in May, I couldn't believe it. Since June, I've been working on this story. This is what I learned.
In which I open a box of my books surrounded by my society of a man and two cats. I'm so, so excited to share this book with you all so soon! Watch this space for a formal cover real and preorder page!
I am crying a lot right now. Fifty copies of my book are now with me in my home. They are beautiful. I love
@Noemi_Press
. I love everyone who preordered my book. I love every person who sits in front of their art petrified and in pain. I love this book that is all my pain.
Iβve lost some of the most important people in the last five years and I donβt know, this grief is so different and acute. I donβt think we talk enough about how losing a pet is one of the keenest pains in the world. But it is. Her 3.8 pounds made my universe joyful and good.
@Vanessid
@kazumiochin
Itβs amazing that when these extremely important and critical points are made, people freak out and say βBUT I LIKE IT LEAVE ME ALONE!β These are the consequences. Ugh thank you for saying all this.
I love seeing friends I never see at AWP. As I sit here contemplating that risk, so many disabled writers are once again being left out of spaces. With all we still donβt know about COVID, and the extremely high risks involved in attending, I wonβt be going this year.
So proud to say I won an Iris Award for media coverage from
@NAMIWisconsin
. The award ceremony offered, like everything NAMI does, a testament to the power of storytelling. I met some incredible folks here, all with the same mission: People with mental illness deserve better.
A few years ago, when Ilya judged a contest, for no other reason other than being generous and extremely thoughtful, he wrote like 25 blurbs of praise for all the finalists and semifinalists. His work, his love for uplifting people new and old to poetry, gives.
@blktinabelcher
I love my 30s way more than my 20s. My skin glows, I know how to take care of and prioritize my needs, and suffer no fools. Itβs so much better.
I've read some good tips and essays on pet grief, but if you have any essays, poems, articles, songs, videos, or anything at all, I could use them. This is the worst grief I've ever felt. I'd love to read how others cope.
My NEA grant put the biggest dent in paying off student loans, assisted in my basic needs for nearly two years and gave me the luxury of not needing to work multiple jobs to make ends meet. Prizes like these are life-changing.
really cannot take an op-ed where someone is saying winning a guggenheim didn't change their lives as i log on to my seven hours of zooms per day for my full-time job
A selfie for the algorithm to say: I am available for readings, lectures, workshops and shenanigans this winter/spring and fall. Overland has only been out six months, and I am still eager to read from it and pages from my new manuscript.
I love that poets are too smart to fall for flat, pleadingly elitist criticism. The power of poetry is in its bewilderment and awe, and a critic bent on the foreclosure of its imagination is worthless to poetry. I love this poem by
@KavehAkbar
.