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Nathaniel Tarn

Contributor History

North Rim, Conjunctions:2
Flight from the Mountaintop, Conjunctions:3
Thirteen Poems, Conjunctions:4
Four Poems, Conjunctions:5
Dr. Jekyll, the Anthropologist Emerges and Marches into the Notebook of Mr. Hyde, the Poet, Conjunctions:6
From The Book of Songs, Conjunctions:7
Three Poems, Conjunctions:9
on Popol Vuh, Conjunctions:9
Protoavia: Narrative of the Pilots, Conjunctions:10
Two Poems, Conjunctions:11
on Peter Brazeau, Conjunctions:11
Home, Conjunctions:13
Italian Sequence Comma With Italian Words Stop One Stop, Conjunctions:15
Bartok in Udaipur, Conjunctions:17
Red Banner’s Whereabouts, Conjunctions:20
Meditaton: First and Last Trek, Zangskar, Conjunctions:22
Six Poems, Conjunctions:23
Burial Plot, Conjunctions:28
Body In Glory, Conjunctions:30
Two Poems, Conjunctions:35
Ascending Flight, Los Angeles, Conjunctions:49

Biography

Nathaniel Tarn is the author of Selected Poems (Wesleyan) and The Embattled Lyric (Stanford).

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In Print

Conjunctions:71

A Cabinet of Curiosity

Fall 2018
Edited by Bradford Morrow

Online

Twelve Hours

A Selected Text from Conjunctions:72, Nocturnals

by Sallie Tisdale

April 18, 2019

The first time I crossed the equator, I stopped for a photo. People usually do. I had come to work in a small clinic in a coffee-farming village in southwestern Uganda, just to the south of the world’s belt. I grew up in the midlatitudes: long summer days and long winter nights, the swing of light and dark like a rocking hammock. I thought of the equator as a human idea—a line on a spinning globe. Its tyranny was a shock.

Two Poems

by Elaine Equi

April 16, 2019

In the first dream, the dog is disguised as a cat.

In the second dream, when I pet him, the dog turns into chocolate.

In the third dream, the dog is a ball of dirty yarn which I scoop up
and lay over my chest to muffle the sound of my rapidly beating heart.

The Inside Story

by Can Xue
Translated by Karen Gernant, Chen Zeping

April 2, 2019

Jing Street, where I live, is a long, narrow street with many coffee shops and teahouses. Sitting in my third-floor study, I can see inside the “Island” coffee shop across the street. This small shop does a good business; it’s almost always packed. I frequent this shop, too. I secretly call Hoh Dao, its owner, “Mr. Perfect.”

A Reading by Valeria Luiselli

2018 American Book Award–winning author Valeria Luiselli reads from her work

Tuesday, April 23, 2019

6:00 pm – 7:00 pm

Campus Center, Weis Cinema