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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.

Sunday, October 16, 2011

A New Poem for Sunday: Out of Bangkok

View the image here. Thanks again to the lovely Tess Kincaid for a stirring photo prompt you may access here.   In this case as I returned to A Year with Rilke today to find lines for my writing practice, I've incorporated those lines and the photo into my offering. 


Out of  Bangkok

What makes you stop here
just the way you did before,
as though you expected something
in this damp, untrodden place
shadowed by elms?

In a Foreign Park, New Poems, Rilke

When I looked at the geese strung up
by the neck in the market

The market of the Thai butchers
they who slaughter, quarter
and decapitate

I saw instead a terrible array
of fallen swan-children

Displayed to make a foreign mouth
water, a mouth foreign to me
uttering its profane appetites
in a sordid and imperious tongue.

And so I turned away to see
if like other cities there were a fountain
nearby, thrusting its newly mined diamonds
into a golden air

And then in a fever I saw that where
my arms had hung I too
had the wide and feathered angular
wings that I would need

For a migration—away from the cloisters
of the child sex trade,  back to the Veronese
piazza at dusk.  I know not a soul there
any longer; my old lover has died

But it is home to me, where I may alight
let down my guard, to be transfused
by the crisp pale wine of dusk

Over the cathedral tower
to be fed by the far-off ascension
Of an Io Sto Poeta-- I am Poet, Boheme
and close at hand, the unsullied roses.




*Rudolfo's Aria, Act I, La Boheme.  


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11 comments:

Tess Kincaid said...

Rich with melancholy...powerful write, Jenne...

Sharon Rose Thomas said...

Very touchy subjects, they are incorporated into your write smoothly and transitions from one idea to another were seamless. Reads very well.

http://seeworldhere.wordpress.com/2011/10/16/our-world-today-they-know/

Anonymous said...

Thank you for this evocative poem; as I read it, I was there. For me Barcelona, Spain awakens the same feeling of "home" as Verona does for you. I left Barcelona in 1973 and it lives on vigorously in my heart.

christopher said...

jen, you have a good, a powerful voice. I like your incorporation of Rilke as well.

I am a complete hypocrite in this realm, loving good meat, fowl, fish and yet going into sincere grieving when I see the slaughter. I cannot reconcile the carnivore in me. I don't even remotely wish to be vegan and in fact feel that really doesn't go far enough - that life preys on life as the "original sin". I step into the shoes of the prey species far too easily and as a tomato plant resent that you pluck my babies.

There is no solution but there is compassion for our plight.

Ruth said...

Gorgeous, Jenné.

I really love the image of your own feathered triangulate and migration and all the sense of what is foreign here. I'm especially touched, because we just got home from a memorial gathering for the mother of my Thai "sister" who lived with me through high school. Her mom was a foreigner here in the U.S., and the chaplain talked about that, and how it must have felt, being Thai in this strange country. How extraordinary to meet your reversal of that foreignness in your lovely and evocative poem!

Kathy B. said...

I can see there's a pattern here with the decapitate-migrate-profligate-triangulate word choices, but the not-so-Latinate words and images stand out much more to me and maybe convey more of the timeless quality of Rilke -- the crisp pale wine of duck, the voice in a minor key, the truly lovely fallen child-swans.

Kathy B. said...

Hi Jen, thanks for visiting the drinkthenewwine blog! I write on it with three others, including Ron Thompson, and it's his present tense in his 1st-ever Magpie that you'd have been remarking on earlier tonight. Mine Magpie on that blog is at:

http://drinkthenewwine.blogspot.com/2011/10/still-same.html

Cheers!

Maude Lynn said...

Absolutely amazing take on the prompt! Gorgeous language all the way through.

Tumblewords: said...

Outstanding!

Intelliblog said...

Wonderful poem with much intricate detail and interweaving of many levels of expression.

Isabel Doyle said...

Foreign-ness opens eyes to what we may not see at home.

Fine poem.