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Home / home / “Necromancy Never Pays” Features Rose Solari Poem

Nov 24 2020

“Necromancy Never Pays” Features Rose Solari Poem

The unique literary blog from writer Jeanne Griggs features Solari's “Somewhere Between Four and Five A.M.”

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Blogger and English PhD, Jeanne Griggs, discovers a gem while sorting her bookshelves. Reading as she sorts, "because, you know, that’s why we keep these books, so we can dip into them whenever we want to," Griggs picks out a thin volume with deckled edges and French folds: The Last Girl by Rose Solari, a poet friend from graduate school.

Read the entire blog post on Jeanne's blog Necromancy Never Pays.

The Last Girl is Solari's third collection of poetry after Orpheus in the Park and Columbia award-winning Difficult Weather. The Last Girl represents a writer working at the peak of her powers, possessed of technical mastery, fierce perception, and a tender but unsentimental heart.

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Fiddlin’ Around in Ireland

March 17, 2019

Nothing buoys the spirits like a walk along Grafton Street. Gray day or sunny, it’s bright with noise and laughter. Loud “hellos,” babies crying, neighborly gossip, rich brogues and lilting Irish airs float up onto the breeze. Our chosen course allowed for a stroll through St. Stephen’s Green. Sunlight dappled the leafy brakes. Inspired by the moment, Lawrence liberated his fiddle and sawed out a hornpipe. He was joined in his performance by a pair of amorous ducks.

On Grafton street we were immediately surrounded by music. A couple of 9 and 10-year-old boys, Donald Reagon and Paul O’Neill, were delighting passersby with smooth moves on the fiddle and concertina. College students with shaved heads played sitars. Old men played jazz. A guitarist somewhere was plucking out George Harrison tunes and singing, “Here comes the sun, little darlin’ here comes the sun.”

On that musical street there was only one poet—a threadbare character who, for a pound or a punt (Irish pound) or nothing at all, would recite a poem by a poet of one’s choosing. I selected Yeats and was honored with “The Fiddler of Dooney”:

“When I play on my fiddle in Dooney, Folk dance like a wave of the sea . . .”

An Interview with Elizabeth Hazen, Baltimore Poet and Baker Award Finalist

February 25, 2019

Baltimore poet, Elizabeth Hazen’s first collection of poems is entitled Chaos Theories. Last week the young poet was announced as a finalists for the prestigious Baker Artist Award in literature. We sat down to talk with her about her experience in Baltimore as an artist and what programs like The Baker Awards mean to artists.

Elizabeth Hazen Announced as a Finalist for the 2019 Baker Award

February 20, 2019

This year, ASP’s own Elizabeth Hazen, author of the poetry collection Chaos Theories, is a finalist for the $10,000 literary honor. Hazen is a Baltimore resident and ardent supporter of the city’s burgeoning arts scene (named by Thrillist and Departures magazines as one of the best arts cities in America). She received her MFA from Johns Hopkins University and currently teaches English at the Calvert School in Baltimore.

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