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“In [Cole’s] work, meanings unfurl and gesture, resonate, play emphatic and contrapuntal gamings with language’s fluency.” —Erin Moure, Lemon Hound
Norma Cole is a poet, translator, and visual artist. She was born in Toronto, Canada, and received a B.A. in Modern Languages and Literature in 1967 and an M.A. in French Language and Literature in 1969. Cole has published numerous books of poetry, including Win These Posters and Other Unrelated Prizes Inside (Omnidawn, 2012), Where Shadows Will: Selected Poems 1988—2008 (City Lights, 2009), and most recently Actualities (Litmus Press, 2015), her collaboration with painter Marina Adams. Her books in translation include Danielle Collobert’s Journals (1989), and a new translation of Jean Daive’s first book, White Decimal, forthcoming from Omnidawn
Cole’s experimental work SCOUT, a text and image work, was released in 2005. From 2004 to 2006, Cole was the lead artist for Collective Memory, an installation, performance, and publication for “Poetry and its Arts: Bay area Interactions 1954-2004” commissioned by the California Historical Society in San Francisco, California.
Norma Cole has been the recipient of numerous awards and honors, including a fellowship from the Foundation for Contemporary Arts, a Wallace Alexander Gerbode Foundation Award, three Gertrude Stein Awards, the Robert D. Richardson Non-Fiction Award, and awards from the Fund for Poetry. She has held adjunct and visiting professorships and residencies at over two dozen institutions, including the University of San Francisco, San Francisco State University, the Naropa Institute, and the University of California, Berkeley. She lives in San Francisco.
for Bill Berkson
It’s still today
Is it far where you are?
Beyond the furthermores and the afterwards
Sway me now
Notice the hook
Or failed star
Or jailed target
The force of it
User interface blindsided
Or neurological space
It has a logic to it, you could
Force an elegy: social practice
The war, the cold river water
Formation, disruption, the lamp
Suddenly begins to flicker
So keep on
Made possible with generous support from the Greater Milwaukee Foundation :: Mary L. Nohl Fund.