About me: Spoken word artist at play in fields of flowers and snakes.
lyrical, satirical, serious or sensuous, i have followed the nomad trails through too many frontiers. So Now;
i put my mind at rest in green lakes and bring the words to play on the cyber pages for their inspiring eternity.
Critical reviews speak across the paper wasteland . . .
Chicago editor and poet Jean Majeski wrote this in the Chicago Tribune about nadine’s recording of Dalian Moore’s poetry, Madman on Lakeshore Drive: Nadine Sellers’ performance is unabashedly sensuous. French accented, it undulates throughout, tasting all the images. The marriage of music (composed and presented by Richard Sellers) and the voice to drama, what Piaf was to song, produce an artful offspring of the spoken word.
Norman Green reported on a show in the Little Rock Free Press: Sellers took command of the small audience and led it through a series of poetic/sonic improvisations - applied her disjointed impressions that managed to melt across the music’s surface - she offered a reading that was practiced yet spontaneous.
Marck Beggs’ review of a reading says: Nadine Sellers, a local draw, opened for Mike Stanton on short notice and without her usual musical accompaniment - I was pleasantly surprised, granted, the musicians with whom she performs are excellent, but for once it was nice just to hear her voice, to hear her words stretch out into the night.
Randall Lyon quoted her works and cooperated with her on several quirky radio productions for KABF during his time in Little Rock AR. He was a staunch supporter of her montage arts and multimedia musings.
Nadine was a regular guest on Sam Caplan’s Poetry Show on KABF radio in Little Rock.
She collaborated with various French artists on "Kaleidoscope", a French cultural program, later she aired weekly episodes entitled “Shades And Sounds” on KUCA, University of Conway, Arkansas radio.
Having read in such different places as a tampered “invitation only” presentation for the family of President Mitterand, then at an underground slam in the convex caves of a club beneath the city theater, she was accustomed to chameleonizing the diverse situations offered to artists in Europe. During a benefit for Amnesty International the next year, this poet tasted of the stimulus provided by disparate minds and serious arts. It encouraged her to reach for the entire range of emotional context, and to stir necessary social expression out of the common place and the incongruous.
Nadine performed at rants and blowouts at Vino’s as well as the Solar Café and Strange Brew in Little Rock. She attended periodic readings at Maggie’s in Hot Springs.
While listed in the Arkansas Arts Council, Arts on Tour roster ‘93-’94 nadine gained exposure and experience. She was featured as speaker and visiting lecturer for university programs and classes in Utah, Idaho, Arkansas and Nevada. She was a juror for literary contests in several states and in France as well.
As member of the International Women Writers league, she read at Skidmore college, NY. and at the Sonoma writer’s conference. During a stint as chapter president for the Utah League of Writers, she was featured in writer’s panels and workshops. Yet another existential experience to quote from in interviews; never short of anecdotes to amuse the parched mind in the arid West. As Author in The Schools, nadine has riveted the attention of students in spontaneous readings and storytelling.
Current work
She is currently at work on a full length compilation of short stories which depict a century of slanted problem solving. Epicurean delight remains the theme behind the evolution of conflict resolution in provincial areas. “Nothing like a tortured life in an extended family in the Southwest of France to cheer up the chronic complainer.” Some examples of these vignettes can be found on her web page.
An intermittent fictional novel on the subject of gender roles in a southern family procures much literary twist to an otherwise far too serious life of a backroom writer. A few years of life in the American South have supplied the catalyst for this pungent humor. It is a bottom of the closet production which will not surface for months.
Poetry is an instinctive process which occurs at will, it pops up mid-thought in convoluted French metaphor. Exposing the societal veins that bleed silently beneath ordinary skin. Prosaic inspiration occasionally slips between English language rhetoric, wrapping itself around an essay, engulfing subject and writer.
a book under the title By Sun and White Iron Moon. The multi-artistic work will depict nadine’s years of adaptation to an unusual life in the American desert. A true rendition of seven years in Death Valley has already seen partial daylight via presentations and publications.It will evoke the fauna and elements of the landscape.
Publication:
As a UNESCO poets and artists local representative in France, nadine Sellers wrote several poems about immigration, they were published in 4 languages in the UNESCO Courrier which was distributed in 57 countries.
After receiving a medal from the Academie de L’ Angoumois, for her first book of poetry ”Antechronos” in France, nadine was selected for publication in French anthologies among which, Grain de Sable by the Salon Artistique de Cognac, then, Charente, j’ Ecris Ton Nom, Editions Le Croit Vif, Paris, or Saintes Poesie literary magazine, Saintes.
To sustain the writing between more daunting projects, nadine has enjoyed bouts of visual arts and multimedia montages, collages and garbages
Free-lancing and columns for several small western newspapers, as well as guest commentaries in the Little Rock Free Press; Nebo a literary journal of Arkansas Tech University has published the bilingual poem Rose.
Who I'd like to meet: Joe Bageant, James Howard Kuntsler, Vendana Shiva.
just wanted to drop you a note, say hi, pass along good cheer and see how you have been. I just finished the editing of the journal, designed the cover, fixed up the format and am just waiting for the ISBN. Should be about a week or so more.
Oh you write such good comments, so thankyou, thankyou, thankyou, alas its only a myspace page ha ha but you, my prolific word smith, you are golden, the serendipitous voice of my conscience, reflecting like a calm surface of a deep and magnanimous pond, clear as a bell, silt settled to the bottom. Thankyou hunny.
