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 .

Thursday, October 14, 2010

Through a Glass Darkly This Morning II

All night long in my fevered sleep I caught glimpses of the resurrection capsule "Phenix I" bringing the miners back up to the Chile that is not dark and underground.  Assuming that any of Chile is not dark and underground...stay tuned for new draft at Loquaciously Yours.

But one advantage to half-sleeping at odd hours is that I often am privileged to tune in to Morning Joe on MSNBC.  This morning's interview with Condoleeza Rice was worth losing sleep to catch.

It is always nice to have a break from chest-beating  Joe Scarborough, who brings any discussion, no matter the resume' of a given guest, back to himself and his few years in Congress, while heavy artillery assembled at that ungodly hour seethes on the sidelines-- Mark Halperin, Mike Barnacle, Jonathan Capehart, Norah O'Donnell et al..

Subbing for Mika and Joe this a.m. was the smooth Willie Geist, generally host of Way Too Early, which airs at 3:30 a.m. on MSNBC my time, while Scarborough is in make-up. Today no one was sidelined in asking  cogent questions.

I've found Geist generally impressive and especially so this a.m. as he deftly drew Dr. Rice out on her new memoir, Extraordinary Ordinary People, A Memoir of Family, that launches today.  I hope that at the very least most of the Washington power elite tuned in and that those of us who for better or worse are Morning Joe regulars out in the heartland took heed.

When Geist asked her what she thought about the U.S. Occupation of Iraq sans WMD, Rice vehemently affirmed that we needed to go into Iraq to keep SH from an alliance with the Iranians.  That personally gives me pause as it's clear she isn't just any policy wonk; no one on set had the cajones to try to shoot her down on this one.  She weighed in on the status of race relations in this country at this time: shitty.  She was in Alabama in the 60's as the child of two black educators and made the wry comment that in 2010 there are places in the country where she may still not comfortably go because she is black, despite having been Secretary of State up until two years ago.  She effervesced, stepped up and showed up the panel-- in response to the spot-on question:  "Why Haven't We Gotten Bin Laden?"-- "Fly over the mountains of Afghanistan and the Southwest Frontier of Pakistan and you will see."  One can only imagine how many times she has made that trip and had that thought.  We don't want such a simple answer and yet out of her mouth it's a bit more palatable.

She was eager to talk and to be heard and it's a shame that we didn't get to know her before we went off on galloping horses of rhetoric toward the four winds in the frightening divisions that have hamstrung the Obama presidency,  and get a grown-up's view of US foreign policy.  I would imagine she gave some pause to appearing on the show, as it's a den for the liberal media, but after the past twenty-four hours, love is in the air.

This takes me to my own weigh-in on the Miner story.  Rarer than hen's teeth these days are events that make any of us feel like we are one world after all.  With the sweet stories of the white butterfly in the mine, the sweet virile carrier pigeon handler giving his girlfriend a five minute kiss,  and even that one guy's mistress showed up while his wife stayed at home, with the Chilean government making a huge show of concern and empathy for the miners, the courage of the few returned miners who dared to say to Mr. Goodwill du Jour, the current president of Chile that they hoped such a thing would never happen again--fat chance-- we all momentarily set aside our differences.

Today, though, will be its own, and our lovey doviness will take wing.

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