Winning the Dust BowlUniversity of Arizona Press, 2001 - 212 oldal Bootleggers and bankrobbers in the Oklahoma Dust Bowl. Proctors and punters at Oxford. Activists and agitators of the American Indian Movement. Carter Revard has known them all, and in this book-- a memoir in prose and poetry-- he interweaves the many threads of his life as only a gifted writer can. Winning the Dust Bowl traces Revard's development from a poor Oklahoma farm boy during the depths of the Depression to a respected medieval scholar and outstanding Native American poet. It recounts his search for a personal and poetic voice, his struggle to keep and expand it, and his attempt to find ways of reconciling the disparate influences of his life. In these pages, readers will find poems both new and familiar: poems of family and home, of loss and survival. In linking-- what he calls "cocooning"-- essays, Revard shares what he has noticed about how poems come into being, how changes in style arise from changes in life, and how language can be used to deal with one's relationship to the world. He also includes stories of Poncas and Osages, powwow stories and Oxford fables, and a gallery of photographs that capture images of his past. Revard has crafted a book about poetry and authorship, about American history and culture. Lyrical in one breath and stingingly political in the next, he calls on his mastery of language to show us the undying connection between literature and life. |
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... heard the sounds Of leaf - drip , rustling of soggy branches in gusts of wind . And then the rill's tune changed - I heard a rock drop That set new ripples gurgling , in a lower key . Where the new ripples were , I drank , next morning ...
... heard . AND buffaloes , passenger pigeons , Pequods and Mohicans heard : " we " sent " them " tomatoes and syphilis , " they " gave " us " the Civil Wars of aliens . So now we peer into the eyes of natives trapped in the ruined walls of ...
... heard only indistinct vocables and a song which I did not quite rec- ognize though it was familiar . I first thought the word that emerged from the fog of sound was kah - geh , " brother , " but Aunt Jewell shook her head and said ...
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FINDING A VOICE | 3 |
WHITE EAGLE EARLY | 11 |
BUCK CREEK TO OXFORD BY BIRCH CANOE | 19 |
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