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Jenne' Andrews is an American poet. She has three published chapbooks including the recent Blackbirds Dance in the Empire of Love, Finishing Line Press 2013.

A full-length collection, Reunion, Lynx House Press, was published in 1983; after a long hiatus to raise Golden Retrievers in Colorado, recent work has appeared in The Passionate Transitory, Belletrist Coterie, The Adirondack Review and Vox Populi, a journal of culture, politics and poetry published and edited by the august Michael Simms.

A bilingual collection of "Italiana," Bocca, Voce, Delirio, with translations by Lorenzo Luciani, will be released by Finishing Line at the end of 2016 and her latest collection, And Now, the Road, a finalist for the Autumn House prize in 2014, will be released by Salmon Poetry Ltd, Ireland, a highly regarded international house, Jessie Lendennie, Publisher, circa 2017.

Andrews holds the MFA in Creative Writing/Poetry from Colorado State University, is a literary fellow of the National Endowment for the Arts, and was full-time Poet in Residence for the St. Paul Schools from '74-78. She lived in St. Paul from 1971-78 during the first wave of the Twin Cities literary renaissance, and spent the summer of 1973 in Reggio Calabria, Italy.

The poet lives in northern Colorado's Poudre River Valley with her husband, fiction writer Jack Brooks; the couple has recently imported two British Golden Retrievers and expects a litter in June-- see the Ardorgold website for details. Contact: jenneandrews2010@gmail.com .

Friday, December 17, 2010

New Poem and New Challenge

Several of us having great fun working with a poem by Dorianne Laux up at The Smoking Poet-- "Antilamentation" from her stunning collection The Book of Men.  (see link to her poetry on left side of home page of current issue-- no individual link).  Here's mine:


Prompted

“Regret none of it, not one/of the wasted days
You wanted to know nothing”
-- from   Dorianne Laux


Regret not
Your many indulgences
And dissipation—all that wine
After hours in the Commodore Hotel
Where F. Scott and Zelda
Similarly squandered the hours
In lovely anecdotal dishabille

That in your brownstone studio,
Liquored up, winding  
The metronome of your desire
You taught your secrets
Like an easy piano method
To your onetime Latin love

Regret not that you embedded antique
Dinner plates
In the porous door of morning
Because you were alone.
Or that you drank too much Pouilly Fuisse
At your own wedding
Forgetting to match gifts with givers

Or that you divorced
The oddball Texas milkman
You married in a black out,
Because teat-savvy though he was
He wasn’t enough
For you.

Regrette rien, as Piaf sang
in the smoky light
Of war-dark Paris,
The Songbird of France. Be the songbird
In your own life—a long warbling
Makes it so. 

Never regret
The long trips home
Over ribboning highways
from Minnesota to Colorado
Self-sedated, to prop up Raggedy Ann
and Raggedy Andy
Those parents trapped in mortal distress.
You kept them alive.

Yes.  Don’t punish yourself
For the excess with which you stole
A husband and some cookies
And once a free ride to Europe
--it’s good to receive, to get
To obtain, even on the QT.

Or, for scaring yourself, turning back
From a gig in South Dakota
Because the prairie swallowed you
Like a carrion bird
when you looked at it:
Agoraphobia—like being a drunk
Is not a sin.
.
Be undaunted as you were, and remain:
If you don’t recognize that one in the mirror
Don’t look.  March on, face into the wind,
Packing in with your many layers 
Against the vestal skeins
Of December snow

Regret not that you lent your voice
To kyrie, sanctus, amen
And for a time believed
that the sun rose and set
In God.  Or that abstinent
Now from half of life
You wonder what is true
and what is not
And place one gnarled foot
Before the other

As if you were certain,
As if you believed
In gardens, moonlit rendezvous
And reckoning


Copyright Jenne’ Andrews 2010
All rights reserved


6 comments:

Maureen said...

"Prompted" is right! Some great word plays and lines in this one.

Steve Isaak said...

Your usual literate, exemplary work. Love the flow, the word choices, etc.

I love how you make literate not be equated with pompous - which too often happens with literate writers - your work maintains a challenging, suffusive intimacy. :)

jen revved said...

Steve-- I would imagine that all of us taking these challenges are literate. Do you mean "literary"? Anyway, I appreciate your compliment. You yourself write with quite the opacity, I would say, but coming to terms with things that aren't overly simplistic is good for all of us. xj

cianphelan said...

Interesting imagery - takes one back to other times, other places..."war-dark Paris" and the old "Raggedy Ann and Andy," even in the visage of figures like Fitzgerald in the Commodore...a skilled play of words, well-thought out and well-penned. Takes us on a journey, a stimulating and satisfying one, from beginning to end. Lovely work.

Jingle Poetry said...

rich words..
perfect writing..

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