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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... leaves and light and flowers has made it practical to consummate the mystery of nesting , if within earshot the right females would return the secret signs that they will partner them . We see , we learn to see and hear and feel , the ...
... leaves as we hung waiting until bright lines of rain came sweeping down over us from the leafy hills above our bluestem meadow and made us see how the scissortails had placed their nest beneath a tent of tilting leaves that the wind ...
... leaves were light and dancing and we saw , through the trees , the sun caught among leaves moving around its light . It was the leaves , we saw , those light beings , who raised as they danced the heavy oak - trunks out of earth , who ...
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FINDING A VOICE | 3 |
WHITE EAGLE EARLY | 11 |
BUCK CREEK TO OXFORD BY BIRCH CANOE | 19 |
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