AWP, Apogee, & Inclusivity

As editors and writers who value marginalized voices, we at Apogee continually re-examine the role of institutions in facilitating dialogue and ensuring representation. The yearly AWP conference is one such institution, which both fosters a dynamic and rich literary community, while at times drawing criticism for alienating marginalized writers. Our presence at this year’s AWP conference represents an attempt to negotiate this tension. Through collaboration with other organizations with track records of elevating underrepresented voices, we hope to contribute to important conversations about how intersections of race, class, gender identity, sexual orientation, citizenship status, and other facets of identity shape writers’ and editors’ interactions with literary institutions. We hope to help shape these discussions with a framework of radical inclusivity. We want to encourage writers and literary professionals to use AWP as a whole as a platform for furthering this project. If you’d like to join this conversation virtually, please connect with us on Twitter, using the hashtag #inclusiveAWP. We invite you to join Apogee founders Melody Nixon and Zinzi Clemmons as well as Apogee advisory board member Rachel Eliza Griffiths at their respective panels.    From the Margins: Literary Magazines Supporting Writers of Color (Jyothi Natarajan,  Ron Kavanaugh,  Melody...
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Thoraya El-Rayyes in conversation with debut novelist Saleem Haddad

Saleem Haddad’s recently published debut novel, Guapa, is the story of a twenty-something-year-old gay man named Rasa living in an unidentified Arab country, trying to carve out a life for himself in the midst of political and religious upheaval. The novel is set over the course of twenty-four hours, on the day that Rasa’s grandmother, the woman who raised him, catches him in bed with his lover, Taymour. Here, literary translator Thoraya El-Rayyes talks to Saleem about Arab sexuality under the Western gaze, chain smoking grandmothers, and writing a novel in the midst of the Arab Spring. Thoraya: A few weeks ago, I had the misfortune to come across an article in The New York Times with the headline The Sexual Misery of the Arab World by an Algerian writer, Kamel Daoud. He wanted to inform the Generic American Liberal (or whoever it is that reads the NYT) that “sex determines everything that is unspoken” in the Arab world. Everything. The article even came with the obligatory illustration of a veiled woman with her eyes cast downwards – you know, just calling out for the white reader to save her. Sometimes, it seems like you can write any old shit...
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Two Poems by Kristin Chang

  my obituary is available for pre-order Kristin Chang   im driving around with you, white boy in a honda suv my ancestors all piled in the backseat, a stack of ghosts like bruised-back playing cards we stop at a 7/11 and i buy infant cough syrup while your tongue plays my teeth. i can see the veins mapping your eyelids into hostile territory, your wrist gripped in my throat. you call me your best ghost and i dream about selling my dead dog on craigslist. with my face slotted into yours i dream about spreading my mother’s ashes into a feast honey im home and i died to get here confession: i like the smell of my own shit confession: i really like to cook confession: i deboned a whole frozen chicken with my teeth a kind of hunger the shade of wolf. i survived two wars you’ve livetweeted my hunger is a throat opening on the back of my left hand. it feeds on snow the color of meat, it feeds on operas about white soldiers and brown women i guess you and i would look great in a painting or a YahooNews headline im already wearing a...
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