Lannan Residency Program

For over 20 years, the Lannan Residency Fellowship provided uninterrupted writing time for poets, writers, essayists, translators, scholars, curators, as well as Native American, environmental, and social justice activists.

Since the spring of 1998, more than 360 residency fellows were housed in Lannan properties in Marfa, Texas, a small, beautiful, high desert ranching town in West Texas near the Chinati Mountains to the southwest and the Davis Mountains to the northeast. Marfa is also home to the internationally known Chinati Foundation, a contemporary art organization founded by the late sculptor, Donald Judd.

As of April 2022, the Lannan Residency Program in Marfa is now closed.

Ishion Hutchinson

“...I was able to not only curate my manuscript into a solid draft, but I began to feel the budding of new work:  only time, more time, if there can be, and would not it be the greatest joy to have time again in Marfa, where, misquoting a young Judd in a postcard to his mother, The people are few and the land beautiful?  I would say the people are beautiful and the light is immense and old, and in it you will get work done.”
— Ishion Hutchinson

Keeanga-Yamatta Taylor

“With no expectation to be anywhere and no interruptions caused by the usual responsibilities in my everyday life, I was afforded the time, the space and the quiet to just think. The ability to think freely and fully was critical to my writing process and it has made my writing better. The other element for good writing, in my experience, is also about the connection to community and those who will debate, discuss, contest, and challenge your ideas in the spirit of making them better. This may have been the biggest surprise during my time in Marfa—the connection with a remarkable community of people…”
— Keeanga-Yamahtta Taylor

Renee Gladman

"Everything from the layout of [the house], to the golden, straw grasses in the yard and across the terrain of my run, to the excellently curated books in the library, the double mechanism of the window blinds, the absurdly gigantic but amenable neighborhood turkey, the densely star-filled sky, to an exquisite quiet overlaid by cooing doves, quacking crows, and the blaring train horn, to the empty streets and blowing tumbleweeds, the strong wind—all these things came together to form a perfect cosmos for me. I wrote easily and insightfully; found my way through the book and found clues toward the next book." —Renee Gladman