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1/03/2013

Stephanie Lenox, Exploring strangeness in the voice of the other




In November 2012 Stephanie Lenox was one of the featured poets at Linfield College Nicholson Library's “Readings at the Nick” events.  She talked about and read from her book “Congress Of Strange People” recently published by Airlie Press.

Lenox co-edits Blood Orange Review and teaches poetry at Willamette University.  She is a member of the nonprofit publishing collective Airlie Press which is dedicated to cultivating excellent contemporary poetry


Lenox says her book “Congress Of Strange People” is about her ascination with strangeness of all types.  One of the methods of her exploration of strangeness is to write in the persona of the stranger. This poetic exercise in empathy provides an extraordinary gift.  Lenox seeks to push her empathetic powers to the extreme by choosing to engage the personas of Guinness World Record holders.   

Lenox projects her poetic voice to the perspective of some familiar and some very strange people. Empathy is an essential human quality.  Lenox’s poetry moves into the center of another human experience.  She brings us along with her.  We connect to that strangeness, we feel empathy and we recognize our common humanity, all of which are the real gifts of the poems in “Congress of Strange People”.

After talking about her book, Lenox reads “The Heart That Lies Outside the Body”.  Watching and listening to her read this poem brings you the full gift of her poetic empathy.

1/12/2012

Poetry Reading, Writing, Blood Orange Review

The filming of the Stafford poetry reading went well.  New folks reading and new poems read. Fewer students.  Mostly us grey headed folks.  Finished reading Red to Black.  Lots of narrative, that seemed to struggle to close in and get to near the story.

The Blood Orange Review is bright with colorful home page, it hurts the eyes.  But the creative writing, the fiction and the poems are much calmer.  CI Bledsoe's poem "starting a garden" is wonderful.