http://www.spontaneousoverflow.com/forums/blog.php A poetry forum dedicated to you, poetry and your world. en Tue, 06 Jan 2009 03:22:05 GMT vBulletin 60 http://spontaneousoverflow.com/forums/images/misc/rss.jpg http://www.spontaneousoverflow.com/forums/blog.php http://www.spontaneousoverflow.com/forums/blog.php?b=187 Sat, 03 Jan 2009 17:59:34 GMT The undercover mission, has be blown, Hiding holes discovered, lonely places now are awash with familar faces, the bars have all been shut down,... The undercover mission, has be blown,
Hiding holes discovered, lonely places
now are awash with familar faces,
the bars have all been shut down, .
Battlefields are now chelsea gardens,
puke street, piss alley, naplam
jungles, concrete hell holes,
cemetaries which once countries.
i'm passing through like a dream,
writting grattifi on the walls, coming
when called serving my turn, working
my shift on the shopfloor waiting
for someone to come collect, pick me
up, save me. ]]> Il Postino http://www.spontaneousoverflow.com/forums/blog.php?b=187 http://www.spontaneousoverflow.com/forums/blog.php?b=186 Thu, 01 Jan 2009 21:34:11 GMT I Il postino being of good mind,
testify that truths im about to inpart,
the calls of heroism i'm about to receive,
are meant for me to give to you,
spread the word pass the message,
i anticpate change cycles of ups
and downs world crisis dictatorships
playing battleships, police knocking
down the door, a dying sun, a broken
record, drunk forests, naplam deserts
top heavy towers of babel, aliens hiding
in border trucks waiting to be taken
back to mars, back home to steel shutters
bars on the doors, locks on the windows,
alarms cctv, minefields security,
attack dogs checkpoints, borders,
divisions, wars, the chess board. ]]> Il Postino http://www.spontaneousoverflow.com/forums/blog.php?b=186 http://www.spontaneousoverflow.com/forums/blog.php?b=185 Wed, 31 Dec 2008 21:37:41 GMT I'm going to stop kidding myself,
i dont want to be like anyone else,
no one's got what i got,
i'm not going anywhere,
not going to shut up shop,
not going to runaway,
this is my future my hope
my vision, of what i want,
i pray give me hope give
me strength that may
cover myself in glory,
on the day and on the
battlefield, that struggles,
may be overcome,
and victory be won. ]]> Il Postino http://www.spontaneousoverflow.com/forums/blog.php?b=185 http://www.spontaneousoverflow.com/forums/blog.php?b=184 Mon, 29 Dec 2008 22:32:59 GMT *The Odor of Sanctity: Poetry Rising Up From Sadness* Newswise — In his newest volume of poetry, Michael Heffernan, creative writing professor... The Odor of Sanctity: Poetry Rising Up From Sadness


Newswise — In his newest volume of poetry, Michael Heffernan, creative writing professor at the University of Arkansas, often mixes the lofty and the wacky. The resulting “mildly irreverent” poems rise up from the sometimes-sad circumstances of life.


His book, The Odor of Sanctity, was published by Salmon Poetry of County Clare, Ireland, the publisher of two earlier volumes by Heffernan. The poems in The Odor of Sanctity often start at a difficult place – the loss of love or a loved one, for example – and end with a hint of hope.


“The idea of rising up out of a sadness seems to be something I seek,” Heffernan says. “It’s something the poem wrestles with and is not a tacked-on happy ending. It’s a rising up.”


For example, “Idaho Light” begins with pain. Then, Heffernan writes, “In northern Idaho’s voluptuous dreamscape / someone had taken ordinary wheatfields / and shaken them like bedsheets tossed into the light / and brought them down in bundles of swollen gold.” He observes the shadows on the hills, and ends with “I was a hole in the wind full of dark sweet birds.”


Birds appear throughout the volume. They burst over rooftops, murmur from rafters and “step off the top of the cherry tree.” While birds in his poems may guide in a direction or even signal revelation, Heffernan does not use them allegorically.


“To me, it’s all metaphor,” he says. “I like birds and their habits, their nesting ways, their songs. In a poem, they become an emblem of something that gives its own meaning.”


Heffernan describes poetry as a vehicle of communication that uses language to engage with the circumstances of life.


“Language is our salvation,” Heffernan says. “It is itself the age-long record of how people have dealt with problems and passed on to us what it is all about, that it’s going to be okay.”


The final poem in the book, “Every Journey Has an End,” rose from a scrap of a dream discovered in an old dream journal, an image of a boy on a bicycle. He wondered where the boy on the bicycle was going. He begins with a mysterious encounter between two boys, perhaps doppelgangers or mutual memories, at a shabby house near a cemetery.


“I ended up in my grandmother’s rooming house in Detroit, where as a kid I used to poke around in rooms when the guys were off working in the factories,” Heffernan says.
The last word of the poem is “Resurrection,” an unexpected ending that Heffernan “didn’t see coming.” Toward the end of the poem, he describes the smells in the little bedrooms, the stink of “cheap Bay Rum and old newspapers.” Then come words of wisdom from the grandmother about the need to pray, “especially in mid April, / when the skies often had that look of angel feathers, / and the air smelt of the moment of the Resurrection.”

The Odor of Sanctity is Heffernan’s eighth book of poetry. His work has earned three fellowships from the National Endowment for the Arts, two Pushcart Prizes and the Porter Prize for Literary Excellence. He is a professor in the department of English in the J. William Fulbright College of Arts and Sciences at the University of Arkansas.


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These poems are from “The Grace of Necessity,” by Samuel Green, the poet laureate of Washington. The collection of poems, published in 2008 by Carnegie Mellon University Press, won the Washington Book Award this year.

SHARPENING

Because there is pleasure in cutting,

not tearing the grass, I took our scythe

blade from the snath & laid it

on a length of railroad steel

so that the hammer drew out

the metal, thinned it,

so that when I brought the whetstone down

it sang its raspy way clean across the crescent,

a bright smile,

so that when I swung it

through the high grass

of the orchard it sliced

lightly through the stalks,

which lay in the gentle rows I made,

so that I wondered all morning whether

I was handle, stone, or blade.

SEPT. 9

A nuthatch slams into the bay

window. The ledge catches her,

keeps her from the cat’s mouth,

but she stays there, stunned, caught

by the betrayal of air turned suddenly

solid. How could she ever move

past this moment without the grace

of necessity? How could any of us?

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The niece of renowned Bulgarian poet Nikola Vaptsarov, Maya Vaptsarova stated on Sunday that eight new poems, written by her uncle have been recently discovered and have never been published, the Bulgarian National Radio (BNR) reported.

Maya Vaptsarova, who is also a writer and a movie director, spoke on the occasion of the Day of the Navy Military Academy in the Bulgarian Black Sea capital Varna. The Academy is named after the famous poet and sailor and celebrates their official holiday on December 7 - Vaptsarov's birthday.

"There are new poems, locked in a bank safe deposit box. We are awaiting the permission of their owner to open them and to reveal the poems. Those are verses written in the prison cell, shortly before my uncle's death. Eight poems are something very significant. I have seen them - the verses are truly unique," Vaptsarova said.

Vaptsarova further explained that the poems' publication was expected in 2009, when the country would celebrate the 100th anniversary of the poet's birth.

Nikola Vaptsarov was born on December 7, 1909 in the mountain town of Bansko. After high school he attended the Marine Machine School in Varna (the today's Navy Academy is the school's successor), and traveled as a sailor on the "Druzki" and "Burgas" ships, visiting Istanbul, Famagusta, Beirut.

Vaptsarov dreamed of studying literature, but because his family could not afford it, after graduating from the Marine Machine School, he held several blue collar jobs as a technician and mechanic.

In 1940, Vaptsarov began collecting signatures in the Bulgarian Southern mountainous Pirin region for the so-called "Sobolev Action" - a propaganda action lead by the then illegal Bulgarian Communist Party in support of the friendship and collaboration pact, offered to Bulgaria by the Soviet Union.

Vaptsarov was arrested over his activities and exiled in the village of Godech, near Sofia.

After the end of the exile, he initiated subversive activities against the German army in Bulgaria. The poet was arrested once again in March, 1942 and sentenced to death by shooting on July 23. He was executed the same night.

Vaptsarov's only book of poetry "Motor Songs" was published in 1940. In 1952 the poet received posthumously the honorary World Peace Prize.


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By Wendy Leonard
Deseret News






OREM — Through sounds made with instruments, foreign languages, his mouth and his tongue, poet Alex Caldiero gave an audience at Utah Valley University something to think about. Reminiscent of the works of Shel Silverstein, Caldiero delivered his poetry in ways that left almost too much to the imagination.

"We don't always appreciate it on the page as much because sometimes it is meant to be performed," said UVU English major Whitney Mower. She said although she didn't understand or enjoy all of Caldiero's performance on Wednesday night, she was able to experience it through "so many different sensations."

"He engages an audience," she said, adding that Caldiero's performance was somewhat disruptive but very interesting to watch.
Caldiero moved about the auditorium stage at UVU's library, at one point swallowing his entire hand to illustrate the poem he was reading at the moment. His actions elicited laughter, disconcerted looks and even scoffs from the crowd at times.

Various juxtapositions of the English language were delivered, using enunciations, rhythmic verse and even movement to act out some words. Caldiero presented his works with variance in volume, pitch and intensity, using sound to interpret some of his paintings on wood, titled "In Tongues."

"It was playful and interesting," said Cassie Eddington, a recent UVU graduate. "His writing is different. It's creative writing."
A native of Sicily, Caldiero grew up in New York where he attended Queens College. He moved to Utah in 1980. He has performed at dozens of campus events, the Utah Arts Festival and on National Public Radio.

Publications such as the Village Voice and The New York Times have reviewed his work.
Scott Abott, chairman of UVU's integrated studies program — in which Caldiero participates as an artist in residence — said the poet "is as good as anyone I've seen."
"Every time I see his work, it changes my life," Abott said.

Caldiero and Abott co-teach a course in the program, called Language, Most Dangerous Possession, which encourages students to explore art as language and its origin. The class has studied propaganda, advertising and obscenity, as well as a unit on poetry and madness.

"It allows us to look at the phenomenon of language using a whole bunch of disciplinary tools," Abbot, who is also a literary critic, said. Caldiero's performance was in conjunction with the course.

The event was what Caldiero called "a thinking-feeling exposition of language in terms of its sonal wisdom, sonosophy." He explained that getting involved with this type of performance happened so gradually over the years that he now cannot distinguish it from his life, and as artist in residence, his duty to practice.

His guttural sounds and flippant tongue showed students and visitors alike that there is much more to language than conversational words.

"He breaks the wall for a normal poetry reading," Mower said. "It even gets disruptive at times."


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By Cathy Zimmerman




It’s been a very good year for poetry in Washington State. And no one knows it better than Sam Green. The prize-winning poet, teacher and book maker last week received a $25,000 award from the National Endowment for the Arts. That honor tops off his debut year as the state’s first poet laureate. But it’s not about him, Green insists.

“The important thing is, we actually have a poet laureate now,” the 60-year-old said recently from his home on remote Waldron Island in the San Juans.

“I’m temporary,” Green said. “The idea is what’s important. The legislature has recognized that poets have something to offer.”

As part of his vigorous campaign to blast through the barrier between poems and people, Green will visit Longview this week for several public appearances.

“We really got the right person for our first ever poet laureate,” said Karen Bonaudi of Moses Lake, who was instrumental in the 10-year campaign to get the legislature to create the position.

Green “is so humble, so down to earth, so approachable and friendly,’ Bonaudi said, that people may not realize his “deep intelligence.”

“The best poems in the world are the ones that look really easy,” she said. “You can’t see the bones, but you get this whole body that really speaks to you.”

Not only can Green do that, she said, but “he shares what he knows.”

Gov. Chris Gregoire signed the legislation in spring of 2007 and Green was selected and began his tenure in December of ‘07, making Washington the 41st state to have a poet laureate.

The state “already had a very robust poetry community,” said Bonaudi, a poet and former Longview resident who now heads the state potato commission. “What this does is acknowledge what everyone else is working so hard at doing. ...

“Now the troops have a stand bearer.”

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The first volume of a projected two-volume set of the work of John Ashbery.

By Norman Weinstein | December 6, 2008 edition




If John Ashbery’s widely acclaimed status in literary circles as “the great living American poet” were ever in doubt, the recent publication of his Collected Poems 1956-1987 as part of the prestigious Library of America series would serve to cement that stature.

This is the first time this publisher has honored a preeminent living poet. Volume One of a projected two-volume set, this almost 1,000-page collection reprints Ashbery’s first dozen books and also includes 60 previous unpublished poems from the past 40 years.

Why is this publication of the work of this spry and productive 80-year-old author astonishing? This recognition occurs amid a general consensus among even his admirers that Ashbery’s poetry is “difficult” – baroquely complicated and obscure.
Poetry has always been a tough sell in the marketplace, except for those poets classified as “accessible.”

The thought of an intensely abstruse poet getting all of this attention and a loyal readership is mind-boggling.

But Ashbery has always rejected charges that his poetry is mysteriously elusive – as does this reviewer.

“Despite what everyone said, I always thought that there was something simple and penetrable in my poetry, screaming to be let out,” Ashbery remarked to a London newspaper interviewer.

For proof, consider the opening of “The Instruction Manual” from Ashbery’s 1956 collection, “Some Trees”:

As I sit looking out of the window of the building
I wish I did not have to write the instruction manual on the
Uses of a new metal.
I look down into the street and see people, each walking with
An inner peace,
And envy them – they are so far away from me!
And this understandable distraction from a menial task leads to:
And, as my way is, I began to dream, resting my elbows on
the desk and leaning out the window a little,
Of dim Guadalajara! City of rose-colored flowers!

I’m quoting this early poem at length because Ashbery has rarely deviated in purpose from his first works. The poem’s subject is the poet’s imaginative reverie, moving from the most mundane and prosaic circumstances to flights of lyrical poetic imagination that make the mundane enticingly exotic.

Twenty-three years later in his collection “As We Know,” Ashbery still invites his readers to join him in an imaginative odyssey transforming the daily grind into a daily dream-like reality:

But it is the same thing we are all seeing,
Our world. Go after it,
Go get it boy, says the man holding the stick.
Eat, says the hunger, and we plunge blindly in again….

Unlike poetry that comments on life’s absurdities with bemusement (Billy Collins) or gazes upon nature as a mirror of human nature (Mary Oliver), Ashbery’s work takes as its subject the way that poetic imagination constructs our daily sense of meaningful reality despite the world’s “great blooming, buzzing confusion” (to quote William James).

What seems obscure in Ashbery’s poetry is the way he allows himself – and encourages his readers – to run the rapids of his capacious, fantastic, stream-of-consciousness style, which is full of unexpected shifts (not unlike the unpredictable twists and turns of our everyday lives).

Once any reader is willing “to go along for the ride” – to follow Ashbery’s meandering pathways of thought – reading his work becomes an entertaining, tragicomic, imaginative experience.

Ashbery seems to challenge us: How much can we mine our daily routines for fantastic imagery that can be animated, even as the view from a New York office building into a street becomes (in imagination) the unfolding of a Mexican street festival?

Reading Ashbery involves the ability to make sudden shifts between slangy and literary language, between rational analysis and irrational intuition, and to fuse seemingly unrelated images from paintings, film, and daily life. His poems seem to narrate stories – but they are stories constantly interrupted by paradoxes and contradictions, all part of a storytelling sensibility that loves unsolved and unsolvable mysteries.

Call this volume of Ashbery’s work a training guide for imaginative calisthenics.

Norman Weinstein is a contributor to the Monitor’s Arts and Culture section.


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Radcliffe Fellow is enjoying being a student at Harvard again

By ANNA E. SAKELLARIADIS
Contributing Writer





For those Harvard students wondering how the first National Poet of Wales gets over her writer’s block, Gwyneth Lewis says pressure is often the way to blow the lid off the can. “It’s amazing how a looming deadline will unfreeze you. Terror is a great loosener.”

Three years after serving as the National Poet, Lewis has returned to university life as a Radcliffe Institute Fellow to continue her education as a poet, non-fiction writer, and thinker. Lewis, who studied as a graduate student at Harvard from 1982-1983, originally wanted to return to the University to work on an epic poem titled “A Hospital Odyssey.” But she found herself embarking upon her position as the Mildred Londa Weisman Fellow having unexpectedly completed most of the work on the poem.

“I confessed all to the Radcliffe people and they didn’t mind,” she says.

As a result, Lewis has been able to take advantage of the diversity and breadth available to the Harvard community, which, in her case, has included auditing a neurobiology course.

“That has really made me think about how language and specifically creative use of language is hard-wired into us and therefore that poetic use of language isn’t just something fancy,” Lewis says. “It matches exactly the way we learn language as infants.”

This class has helped Lewis crystallize her feelings that poetry is essential in human life.

“I started in poetry,” Lewis says. “That’s the central form.”

In the Phelps Lecture that she delivered on Tuesday titled “The Health of Poetry,” Lewis delved into the importance of the form, exploring ideas of creativity and depression.

“I don’t buy this figure of the depressed and suffering poet,” Lewis says. “Poetry teaches you strategies to deal with depression. I think poets get this reputation for being depressed because they spend more time in tough terrain, not because they’re more delicate.”

But Lewis believes that poetry also has a meaning beyond the individual poet; it resonates physically within an individual and politically within a society.

“If we don’t have language that’s robust and honest on the political level, we get sick as a society,” Lewis says. “Poetry shows language at its most eloquent, and the whole of society needs it.”

Now at Harvard, Lewis is excited about her tenure as a Radcliffe Institute Fellow, and the chance to further develop her work.

“It’s all about people,” she says, “meeting the amazing people who are living and working and visiting Harvard, because you can’t replace that.”

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News Sentinel staff
Friday, December 5, 2008

George Addison Scarbrough, a nationally prominent poet and writer from East Tennessee, died Dec. 2 at Brakebill Nursing Home in Knoxville. He was 93.

A Pulitzer Prize nominee, he was the author of five books of poetry and a novel. His poems also were selected for publication in more than 65 magazines and journals.
"George was one of the most distinctive and eloquent poetic voices of the 20th century," said Bob Cumming, head of Iris Publishing Group, which published several of Mr. Scarbrough's works. "His work was a major contribution to the understanding of his native rural East Tennessee homeland. Iris Press is currently at work on his final two collections of poems, and they will be published posthumously. His importance in the history of Southern literature cannot be overstated."

Mr. Scarbrough was born in Polk County, Tenn., the third of seven children in a family of sharecroppers. He attended the University of Tennessee and the University of the South and graduated from Lincoln Memorial University in 1947. He earned a master's degree from the University of Tennessee in 1954 and was awarded an honorary doctorate degree from LMU in 2005.

Earlier this fall, the Friends of Literacy selected Mr. Scarbrough to the East Tennessee Writers Hall of Fame. He received the Knoxville Writers' Guild's career achievement award in 2003.

Mr. Scarbrough was the son of William Oscar Scarbrough and Louise Anabel McDowell Scarbrough. He also was preceded in death by his sister, Edith Emmeline Scarbrough Green, and brothers Robert Lee Scarbrough, Charles Spencer "Pete" Scarbrough, William Athel Scarbrough, Blaine Pleasant Scarbrough and Joseph Kenneth "Kim" Scarbrough.

A celebration of Mr. Scarbrough's life is tentatively set for Dec.13 at Weatherford Mortuary, 158 South Jefferson Circle in Oak Ridge. Visitation will be at 2 p.m., followed by a memorial service at 3 p.m. Interment will be in Friendship Cemetery in Polk County.
Memorial gifts may be made to the Friends of Literacy, 101 E. Fifth Ave., Room 217, Knoxville, TN 37917; or the Polk County Historical and Genealogical Society, P.O. Box 636, Benton, TN 37307.


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MONTREAL, Dec. 5, 2008 (GLOBE NEWSWIRE)

-- Poetry is a wonderful medium where we can convey our creative thoughts and imaginative turns of phrases. It may be limited however by our choice of language. But when an author is bilingual, then that opens up the possibility of having twice the enjoyment. Journey with Dominique Garrel's Night Passage: Poems In Our Two Languages -- and see, in a double treat in English and French -- what the world and life at large have to offer.

With the first part in English and the second in French, Night Passage is a literary composition that distinctively benefits from the author's bilingual perspective, allowing him to describe the nuances of life experiences that may escape the eye of a monolingual author. From prosaic pieces such as Airport and the ambiguity of their revolving doors as metaphor of whether we are coming or going in life, to the three-part poem Emptiness which tackles our existential separation from others, Garrel's poetry always comes with meaningful insights to convey.His French piece Les Jardins beautifully captures the tranquility of being in a garden and ``the silence of the flowers...'' which it can offer to refresh the weary soul.

Another, Les Amants (The Lovers), conjures images of the wonderful treasures of Ali Baba's cave for, after all, doesn't love promise delights that are out of this world?
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Dominique Garrel was born in France where he grew up. His interest in poetry dates from his childhood and followed him all his life. He became a medical doctor and then a scientist during his postdoctoral training in California. It is only recently that he entered the world of poetry as a writer. Poems present themselves to him in English or in French and so are they accepted and written.

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MarketingServices@Xlibris.com ]]> phonology http://www.spontaneousoverflow.com/forums/blog.php?b=176 http://www.spontaneousoverflow.com/forums/blog.php?b=175 Sat, 27 Dec 2008 21:24:10 GMT Imagine the future, full of strife war and a search for a wife, imagine the present chilled balanced a second away from disaster a minute... Imagine the future,
full of strife war and
a search for a wife,
imagine the present
chilled balanced a second
away from disaster
a minute away from
success, love a dance
we do, all these monsters
just a gig we do, all these angels,
just decoration on a tree,
all these angels, just a higher
strand of genetic perfection
put your faith, in everything,
hedge bets, loser takes
all. ]]> Il Postino http://www.spontaneousoverflow.com/forums/blog.php?b=175 http://www.spontaneousoverflow.com/forums/blog.php?b=174 Thu, 25 Dec 2008 10:09:57 GMT The pinnacle of the year, the day we look back, and say we deserve to be here, through the black and white negative, to the moments of tears,... The pinnacle of the year,
the day we look back,
and say we deserve to be
here, through the black
and white negative,
to the moments of tears,
disappointing trash can alleys,
broken homes, subway beds
from the single steps we make
towards where we ought
to be heading a single thought
dominates my thinking
were here for one and another,
like sister and brother,
a fitting glove,
to the one's we love,
where bird's of paradise,
given to a lover,
on the second day
of christmas. ]]> Il Postino http://www.spontaneousoverflow.com/forums/blog.php?b=174 http://www.spontaneousoverflow.com/forums/blog.php?b=173 Wed, 24 Dec 2008 17:38:03 GMT *Louisiana Poet Laureate Pinkie Gordon Lane dies* Image: http://wafb.images.worldnow.com/images/9454319_BG1.jpg BATON ROUGE, LA (WAFB) -... Louisiana Poet Laureate Pinkie Gordon Lane dies




BATON ROUGE, LA (WAFB) - Southern University's nationally-honored poet and Louisiana Poet Laureate Pinkie Gordon Lane died early Wednesday. Funeral arrangements are incomplete. Pinkie Gordon Lane was 85.
Lane was chair of the Department of English at Southern from 1974 - 1986. She was published in a variety of journals and was recognized as one of the 58 outstanding women for inclusion in the Women's Pavilion of the World Exposition held in New Orleans in 1984.

From 1989 - 1992, she served as the first African-American Poet Laureate of Louisiana. The Philadelphia, PA native graduated Magna Cum Laude in 1949 from Spelman College with a degree in English and art.

She received a Master's Degree from Atlanta University (now Clark-Atlanta) in 1956, and in 1967, she became the first African-American to receive a doctorate from LSU. She worked at the now-defunct Leland College in the English department before moving to Southern in 1959, where she taught for 28 years.

She authored eight books, including four volumes of poetry. She has received numerous honors throughout her career, including: induction into the Louisiana Black History Hall of Fame; named Distinguished Professor at the University of Northern Iowa; and given the National Council of Teachers of English Image Award.
Her poem, "Lyric: I am Looking at Music," from one of her four volumes of poetry, Girl at the Window, was read aloud by actress Nia Long in the 1997 motion picture, Love Jones.

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