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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... watched a fair amount of rough stuff with whisky and beer , and stood around in grocery stores while my mother was asking the owner to hold off until the end of the month before cashing the check she handed him , and watched his face as ...
... watched his fluid grappling dash Over supple treetops to a solid oak . We left our dog barking And followed a cow - trail through high green brush down toward the creek . The path was bare , black , soft ; a coon's fresh tracks were in ...
... watched it go up , up , slower and slower , till it just lightly tapped the twig by the sparrow's feet where he was chirping with his wings half - opened at the female he wanted to impress , and the sparrow looked kind of surprised and ...
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FINDING A VOICE | 3 |
WHITE EAGLE EARLY | 11 |
BUCK CREEK TO OXFORD BY BIRCH CANOE | 19 |
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