8. 27. 2017 Antonia Alexandra Klimenko

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27. 8. 2017 Hélène Cardona, John High, and Antonia Alexandra Klimenko will read from their new poetry books. Reading will begin 19hr at The Tennessee Bar

Antonia Alexandra Klimenko was first introduced on the BBC and to the literary world by the legendary Tambimuttu of Poetry London–-publisher of T.S. Eliot, Henry Miller and Bob Dylan, to name a few. After his death, it was his friend the late great Kathleen Raine who took an interest in her writing and encouraged her to publish. Although her manuscript was orphaned upon “Tambi” s passing, her poems and correspondence have been included in his Special Collections at Northwestern University. A former San Francisco Poetry Slam Champion, Klimenko is widely published. Her work has appeared in (among others) XXI Century World Literature (in which she represents France) The Poet”s Quest for God Anthology, CounterPunch, The Original Van Gogh’s Ear Anthology,  The Rumpus, Levure Litteraire, Paris Lit Up, Knot Magazine, Big Bridge, The Opiate, Writing for Peace, Strangers in Paris—New Writing Inspired by the City of Light, Occupy Poets’ Anthology (in which she is distinguished as an American Poet), and Maintenant : Journal of Contemporary Dada Writing and Art archived at the Smithsonian Institution in Washington, D.C. and New York’s Museum of Modern Art. She is the Writer/Poet in Residence for SpokenWord Paris.

excerpt from Heart’s Compass

 

Dark knows we are afraid of it

wants only to be loved

I swallow it

as I do my tears

I kiss it

like I drink in air

I stuff the shame of guilt

back into my horizon

praying that light will find me

 

I am the cavity of Paris

that lovers once poured into–

my heart a weeping sieve

Deep inside myself

inside the shadows I cannot contain-

statues and monuments to the dead–

a whole city of shimmering possibility

rises as smoke above a skyline of ancient syllables

quivering on the tip of my tongue

 

The pallbearer of my own dead poems

bereft of words, divine direction or

a satin box to lay my aching compass

I drift

alone in the dark

alone with you and the breath of Winter

erased by a night that forgives

 

 

https://spokenwordparis.org/about-us/antonia-alexandra-klimenko/

 

 

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