Alone in a Motel Room with an Old Royal Typewriter
Always some reassurance when you break out
the old Royal
when you hit the return lever you've completed something
like Woolf says you have to do
you've unburdened yourself of your meaning
Managed to take the gags from your mouth and unstop
the cotton plug of your tongue
that hung itself there after you looked out the window
at midnight
where lovers copulated
against a parked car
then walked away from each other
This moment
on the scrim of time,
that you witnessed it
meant something, you were sure of it
and so as is your habit
you wrestled it into words, something derivative
like "two lovers diverged on a wounded road"..
banging the return lever again
with a musketeer's flourish
and to make the sound of an exclamation point
in the very air.
Writing is debilitating.
Dust gathers in your hair
the hours either fly or drag
life teems in the streets below you
storms come and go,
entire seasons,
coffee grows cold in the cup
as a writer's coffee would
You stuff a stale eclair
down your throat
amping up your heart disease
try again, but moments later
heave the old typewriter into the street
You still ache
you are still pregnant
with a late-term 800 page novel very much like
Franzen's Freedom-- too dark to read-
nosing into the birth canal, breaking your water
and then hiding itself under your ribs
You drape yourself in your room's wine-stained curtains
and follow the typewriter
falling piano for words, falling woman,
into oblivion's elated hands.
,
copyright Jenne' R. Andrews 2011
WELCOME! BENVENUTI!
Professor Jenne' Rodey Andrews, M.F.A., is a highly regarded American poet, critic and memoirist. Recent work has appeared in former Autumn House Publisher Michael Simms' Vox Populi (over fifteen poems) The Passionate Transitory, Belletrist Coterie, The Adirondack Review and elsewhere.
Andrews' current ms of poetry Beautiful Dust was a finalist for the 2014 Autumn House and she recently withdrew the work from Salmon Ltd, Ireland to protest unmoderated bashing of American writers by Irish writers on the press's social media pages.
Her most recent collection, Blackbirds Dance in the Empire of Love, lauded by Robert Bly and endorsed by poets Jim Moore, Dawn Potter and Patricia Kirkpatrick, appeared from Finishing Line Press 2013. A booklength collection Beautiful Dust was 2014 finalist for the Autumn House Press Poetry Prize and solicited by Salmon Press, Ireland. Turning on work set in the West and her native Southwest the collection is under submission to 2019 publication prizes.
Andrews is currently hard at work on two new memoirs: The Shame Garden: A Woman Writes of Isolation, Despair and Self-Redemption, which in intensely wrought and imagistic prose poetry chronicles the anatomy of shame; it is the poet's late-in-life tour d'force, sending the reader through Dante's circles of hell, the sewers of Paris ala Les Mis, mano a mano confrontations with the Alien mater familias, fusing literary and vintage cinematic works in an elliptical dance with human history and experience of being Other. The poet has no idea of what will become of this work but hopes it finds a home as memoir with a small press.
A four part interview with Andrews went live at poet Maureen Doallas's blog Writing without Paper in 2010.
Other collections include the full-length Reunion, Lynx House Press, The Dark Animal of Liberty, Leaping Mountain Press, and In Pursuit of the Family, edited and published by Robert Bly and the Minnesota Writers Publishing House.
Her work has been anthologized in Heartland II, Northern Illinois University Press, 25 Minnesota Vols. I and II, Wingbone: An Anthology of Colorado Poetry, Women Poets of the Twin Cities, Oil and Water and Other Things that Don't Mix, and elsewhere.
Essays have appeared in MPR's Magazine, The Colorado Review, The Twin Falls Times News, and miscellaneous journals.
IIt is Prof. Andrews' belief that one's collection of poetry must be judged on the quality of its craft, voice, and language, not its themes.
With Mr. Bly the memoirist Patricia Hampl wrote a forward to her first collection and is considered the "mother" of the modern American memoir although she arguably shares this title with Mary Karr for Karr's The Liar's Club. Andrews mentored Karr in Minneapolis when the former was circa 19.
Professor Andrews has had an illustrious teaching career at Colorado State University and the University of Colorado where she taught prelaw students in the making of argument and the issues-oriented seminar The American West. She was the highest rated instructor in the University Writing program during her tenure at Boulder.
Currently Professor Andrews writes daily at age 70, having been rendered housebound in 2007 in a fall from a horse, at home with her lover and companion of thirty years the fiction writer Jack Brooks, ten new poems a month, and is working on an additional memoir about her pioneer roots, "Territory Fever: The Story of an Albuquerque Family," posted as chapters are finished to Loquaciously Yours where the poet has produced over 450 essays in the past decade on a variety of topics as well as book reviews. Upcoming: a review of Ethna McKiernan's new Salmon Collection.
Ms. Andrews is also a Civil Rights Advocate advocating in 2019 for the civil rights of the poet Ping Wang who recently won the AWP Award for Memoir.
In 2015, after a long battle, Andrews extracted her MFA in Creative Writing/Poetry from Colorado State University, begun and finished in the 80's, self-advocating under the Americans with Disabilities Act. In fact Andrews was instrumental in the Colorado Commission on Higher Education's approval of the MFA at CSU.
She is a literary fellow of the National Endowment for the Arts, the Minnesota Arts Board Fellowship, was short-listed for a Bush Foundation Fellowship, 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, one of the first poets to inaugurate The Loft Literary Center, co-founding Women Poets of the Twin Cities which as noted boosted the careers of Mary Karr, Ethna McKiernan and others, and spent the summer of 1973 in Reggio Calabria, Italy which gave rise to the "voluptuous prose-poetry" memoir Nightfall in Verona posted in entirety here, designated by arts maven and former friend Caroline Marshall of NPR The Writer Reads as "fabulous."
Circa 2010 Andrews also founded a poetry group on She Writes which included Dawn Potter, Katha Pollock and other noteworthy writers, and supported the work of Meg Waite Clayton, fiction writer in addition to mentoring a number of other up and coming writers.
There is no way to estimate the influence on the lives and work of the some 12,000 students k-12 she met and encouraged in the seventies, but the poet James Tolan has attributed his career to her work as it was anthologized in Heartland II, Lucien Stryk, Editor. Professor Stryk read the title poem of In Pursuit of the Family on NPR.
As noted the poet lives in northern Colorado's Poudre River Valley with her husband, fiction writer Jack Brooks; the couple's daily life is centered around writing and enjoying their beautiful imported Golden Retrievers;-- see the Ardorgold website for details. Contact: jenneandrews2010@gmail.com.
Signed copies of the Blackbirds Dance collection, endorsed by James Moore, Patricia Kirkpatrick and Dawn Potter, are available from the poet. She posts new work below and is available for mentorship and virtual readings via Skype.
She is happy to critique ms. of poetry, fiction and memoir for a small fee.
5 comments:
The introduction of Woolf in the first stanza sets a tone regarding the search for meaning, which I believe the speaker accepts through her struggles— realizing a continuation of life through time (pregnancy). The fixations of the speaker are very telling and heartbreaking when considering the desperation of time, place, and predicament. "falling woman" = perfect phrase to lead the final line. It is the typewriter which falls in the street; she falls into oblivion.
ha. writing is a demon...and you got it bad...some fabulous imagery..falling piano, bang...quite the poetic journey you took us on...
Wow! You took me so far, and did it all with near centuries old technology. Great writing!
Such a hard, clear, poignant poem about the guts of writing for which the battered Royal in the challenge picture is such a great metaphor. Writing as flamenco-dancing, staccato-loud and -sharp, physically draining (how easy it is now to type on computer keyboards -- to easy). It really is a birthing process, usually stillborn or aborted, though once in a while something really true to the heart gets through the words. And if there are lines more true of a writer's end, I haven't seen them recently:
You drape yourself in your room's wine-stained curtains
and follow the typewriter
falling piano for words, falling woman,
into oblivion's elated hands.
-- Wonderful! Brendan
Perfect, multi-layered, all that. Stunning stuff.
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