Evan Knight was born and raised in Western Nebraska, received his bachelor’s degree from Nebraska Wesleyan University, and then made his way across the Atlantic to try European life. Since settling in the Old World, he has completed an M.A. at New York University in Paris, cycled and run all over France and its neighboring countries, and become a regular at the different open mic nights in Paris.
Through the writing community in Paris, Evan has met many talented poets and writers, made great friends, and even managed to get some of his work into print. His first chapbook, Cosm, was published in June 2014 by Cactus Press in Montreal. More of his work can be found in print in Belleville Park Pages, The Bastille and Cellar Door, as well as the online journal Two Words For. After three years in Paris, Evan will be returning to the U.S. in October.
Evan’s poems are at once deeply familiar to me, like memories, yet totally original in their immediacy. It’s breathtaking: like memories that are just now happening for the first time.
The poetry of Evan Knight vacillates between the solidity of Earth & of the human body, & a metaphysical, transcendent quality underlying life. It succeeds at bringing the two elements into balance.
A tall man stands up to read. He pulls out a folded sheet from a back-pocket and begins. The poem starts to unfold. Instantly we hear it, but also we hear the voice in the background, an exposed voice, as if the poet himself is affected by the words he has written and does want to let go of them. That’s how I met Evan Knight at the Chat Noir in Paris, a year ago.
Evan Knight is an old soul … with great hair.
Evan is an incredibly talented poet and a generous spoken word performer. There’s a hint of vulnerability in his voice that makes his words relatable. He is undoubtedly a genuine person and a truly gifted writer.
Evan’s words are his; he speaks them from his big-souled vulnerability, his wide-eyed courage. The world needs more poets like Evan.