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Episode #165 Self-Interrogation from DEAR GOD. DEAR BONES. DEAR YELLOW. w/Special Guest Noor Hindi

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İçerik Close Talking: A Poetry Podcast and Cardboard Box Productions tarafından sağlanmıştır. Bölümler, grafikler ve podcast açıklamaları dahil tüm podcast içeriği doğrudan Close Talking: A Poetry Podcast and Cardboard Box Productions veya podcast platform ortağı tarafından yüklenir ve sağlanır. Birinin telif hakkıyla korunan çalışmanızı izniniz olmadan kullandığını düşünüyorsanız burada https://tr.player.fm/legal özetlenen süreci takip edebilirsiniz.
Connor and Jack are joined by poet, essayist, and journalist Noor Hindi. They dig into the poem "Self Interrogation" the first poem in Hindi's new collection DEAR GOD. DEAR BONES. DEAR YELLOW. coming out on 5/31 from Haymarket Books. She discusses the inspiration behind some of the poems in the book, the significance of the color yellow, and the importance of having a variety of experiences and perspectives in newsrooms. Learn more about Noor Hindi, here: https://noorhindi.com/ Get a copy of DEAR GOD. DEAR BONES. DEAR YELLOW., here: https://www.haymarketbooks.org/books/1871-dear-god-dear-bones-dear-yellow Self Interrogation By: Noor Hindi At the airport terminal, a woman is crying. Excuse me. Excuse me. Excuse me, I -- Need to focus. On something besides. The ruse of migration. Lights so loud. The unending sound. Of a newscaster's voice. Dear God. Dear Bones. Dear Mother. Please, forgive me. I want to call in dead. Last week, there was a child in a yellow dress reading a poem. For minutes on end, I could not be indifferent to anything. Not the grass, dying yellow. Not the bombs, twisting limbs. Not the gates. Not the--Yes. There is a woman crying at terminal six. Yes, I think of the child. The tiny silver heart she placed in my palm. How I threw it in the trash, seconds later. But I promise. I promise. I promise. I -- meant it as an act of survival. Maybe love. Find us on Facebook at: facebook.com/closetalking Find us on Twitter at: twitter.com/closetalking Find us on Instagram: @closetalkingpoetry You can always send us an e-mail with thoughts on this or any of our previous podcasts, as well as suggestions for future shows, at closetalkingpoetry@gmail.com.
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İçerik Close Talking: A Poetry Podcast and Cardboard Box Productions tarafından sağlanmıştır. Bölümler, grafikler ve podcast açıklamaları dahil tüm podcast içeriği doğrudan Close Talking: A Poetry Podcast and Cardboard Box Productions veya podcast platform ortağı tarafından yüklenir ve sağlanır. Birinin telif hakkıyla korunan çalışmanızı izniniz olmadan kullandığını düşünüyorsanız burada https://tr.player.fm/legal özetlenen süreci takip edebilirsiniz.
Connor and Jack are joined by poet, essayist, and journalist Noor Hindi. They dig into the poem "Self Interrogation" the first poem in Hindi's new collection DEAR GOD. DEAR BONES. DEAR YELLOW. coming out on 5/31 from Haymarket Books. She discusses the inspiration behind some of the poems in the book, the significance of the color yellow, and the importance of having a variety of experiences and perspectives in newsrooms. Learn more about Noor Hindi, here: https://noorhindi.com/ Get a copy of DEAR GOD. DEAR BONES. DEAR YELLOW., here: https://www.haymarketbooks.org/books/1871-dear-god-dear-bones-dear-yellow Self Interrogation By: Noor Hindi At the airport terminal, a woman is crying. Excuse me. Excuse me. Excuse me, I -- Need to focus. On something besides. The ruse of migration. Lights so loud. The unending sound. Of a newscaster's voice. Dear God. Dear Bones. Dear Mother. Please, forgive me. I want to call in dead. Last week, there was a child in a yellow dress reading a poem. For minutes on end, I could not be indifferent to anything. Not the grass, dying yellow. Not the bombs, twisting limbs. Not the gates. Not the--Yes. There is a woman crying at terminal six. Yes, I think of the child. The tiny silver heart she placed in my palm. How I threw it in the trash, seconds later. But I promise. I promise. I promise. I -- meant it as an act of survival. Maybe love. Find us on Facebook at: facebook.com/closetalking Find us on Twitter at: twitter.com/closetalking Find us on Instagram: @closetalkingpoetry You can always send us an e-mail with thoughts on this or any of our previous podcasts, as well as suggestions for future shows, at closetalkingpoetry@gmail.com.
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