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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.

Tuesday, December 27, 2011

New Poem for DVerse OLN: Rilke Variation

Photo  "Il Centro" Carlo Grillo



On Viewing the Aquamarine Doors
Of a Seacliff Town

Only he who has eaten
the food of the dead
will make music so clear
that even the softest tone is heard.

Rilke  Sonnets to Orpheus I 9

As I lay dying I found myself climbing
The steps of an ancient town
I had a basket of abalone on my back

And these clucked among themselves;
Where are we going, where?

Presently the basket tipped
And the lucent husks rolled back down
To the tide.

I wanted to reach the stone walls
To taste the food of the dead
That it might linger in my mouth like
a memory of salt.

To be sure I was afraid of this climb;
I had never known such freedom,
Each and every burden dropping 
From me,

Fear recast as a crackling laughter
Among the low-flying gulls.

And then I stood on the lip of the mountain;
Turning to see the sea unfurling
Into eternity's twilight
I wept as I fell.




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17 comments:

Maureen said...

The image of abalone clucking is wonderful, and the sound of those husks rolling down stone steps to the tide is fully imaginable. The "chuckles" of the gulls seems a mockery and thus sad, as is that final stanza.

Brian Miller said...

whew...vivid end and really nice expansion on the rilke quote...you have inspired me to dig into rilke a bit more...got a book for christmas that i will start when i get back home...

Anonymous said...

beautiful, lovely, mysterious poem.

Tashtoo said...

I wept as I fell...seriously! What a fantastic finish to this brilliant seascape you have painted for us. I swear my heart stopped the moment I read them...all senses, once again engaged.

Claudia said...

standing on the lip of the mountain... love this...great rilke quote - always so much wisdom and depth in his words and you continued the path so well jenne..

Anonymous said...

This one is really one of my favorites of yours. It is just beautiful; clucking abalones, taste of the food of the dead like salt, the freedom, the falling. Just terrific. K.

Anonymous said...

My only crit--re-reading--is whether you might not want to be more consistant with punctuation. I'm a big one for punctuation in poetry, and most people don't seem to much care, but here you use some punctuation so specifically and other places, not, and I'm just not sure if you mean to leave out, for example, after the "stretching away". For me, I'd like a comma there, or I feel like you are assuming we will take a breath, but then it makes me less certain of the pauses or breaths in earlier parts of the poem where I am fairly certain you did not wish for punctuation. Don't know if that makes sense? I am a very literal reader.

K.

Laura said...

"That it might linger in my mouth like
a memory of salt." GORGEOUS!

Anonymous said...

Back again--maybe I take that back re comma! I don't know. (You can see the kind of thing I kvetch over.) Terrific poem.

Laurie Kolp said...

Beautifully written... such a tragic ending.

Timoteo said...

I will chew on this for a goodly time. (At first I typoed "godly" time...that too!)

cj Schlottman said...

The images in this poem are stunning. I love the idea of "lucent husks rollin back to the tide" and

"I wanted to reach the stone walls
To taste the food of the dead
That it might linger in my mouth like a memory of salt."

I'm a new follower.

Namaste..........cj

Victoria said...

The ascent and descent of life, so well expressed. As usual your sensory details entrap me and I able to visit that seaside villa. So beautiful.

Kerry O'Connor said...

You are an amazing writer and poet, Jenne. I am always impressed by your work, and this is no exception. The opening lines are brilliant, and the entire piece resonates with the human condition. I also loved the symbolism of the abalone. Just excellent.

Shashidhar Sharma said...

Oh I enjoyed this one... and specially since Rilke's death anniversary is tomorrow, i.e. 29th Dec so he was on my mind...
thanks for beautiful tribute to this genius...


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Maude Lynn said...

"That it might linger in my mouth like
a memory of salt."

Wow!

Sheila said...

love it all- every word, image and even the photo