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2007 APR/Honickman First Book Prize Winner Announced Gregory Pardlo's manuscript, Totem was selected by esteemed poet Brenda Hillman for the 2007 APR/Honickman First Book Prize. Within the poetry community, there are high hopes for Mr. Pardlo and with good reason: his accomplishments to date have been extraordinary for a poet who has yet to publish a first book. Some of Gregory Pardlo's honors include a New York Foundation for the Arts Fellowship in poetry and a translation grant from the National Endowment for the Arts, as well as fellowships from The New York Times, the MacDowell Colony, the Seaside Insittute, and Cave Canem. His poems, reviews and translations have appeared in Calalloo, Lyric, Painted Bride Quarterly, Ploughshares, Seneca Review, Volt, Black Issues Book Review and on National Public Radio. He teaches creative writing at Medgar Evers College, CUNY. The publication date for Totem is scheduled for September 2007.
About the First Book Prize in Poetry The Honickman Foundation (THF) recognizes that poetry is a powerful medium, albeit an under-served area of the arts, where most poets subsidize their craft through teaching positions at the college level. In addition, it is very difficult in today's publishing climate to get a first book of poetry produced. THF has partnered with The American Poetry Review (APR) in order to fill a void in the field of poetry. The American Poetry Review is recognized nationally as the preeminent poetry publication and the most highly circulated poetry magazine in the world. Working together, APR and THF are a force within the poetry community, as evidenced by the poets' careers that have already changed as a result of this prestigious award. Previous Recipients of the APR/Honickman First Book Prize:
Blue Colonial was chosen by Robert Pinsky, the 1997 United States Poet Laureate. In his introduction to the book, Pinsky writes, "Here is a poet's true evocation of time, of the fact that we all are destined to live in the puzzling, enticing tragi-comedy of our cultural and personal origins. David Roderick has imagined that destiny in a memorable new way."
"In Blue Colonial, David Roderick's astonishingly accomplished
collection of poems, Roderick continually 'roams(s) the periphery' in search
of something new. What he finds there by way of salvage, excavation,
renovation, and restoration is a 'new language to weigh each item' of his
recoveries. And what he demonstrates in a steady and equable fashion is the
over-arching lesson of art and life: 'the harder something was, the better
chance
of finding it.' I'm grateful for what Roderick's roaming has
produced, these poems that bring the periphery of American history,
collective and personal, into sharp, material focus. In doing this Blue
Colonial provides a fresh entrance into the future of American
poetry."
The narrating voice in Living Room is insistent but quiet, though it sometimes achieves loudness without any apparent effort. At other times it seems to continue in the reader's mind even after stopping for the day. It is an important new presence, faintly disturbing and endlessly attractive.
Rhinoceros was chosen by Pulitzer Prize-winning poet Yusef Komunyakaa. In this collection, Ducey riffs on history, mythology, desire, death, sex and even food. These are poetic investigations of the human impulses of comedy and tragedy.
Like the tight rope walker over Niagara Falls who pauses halfway to light his stove and scramble an egg, Ducey lyrics his satiric way through history, juxtaposing revered heroic myths against our present Empire. It's the Colosseum all over again, Fellow Americans gladiators, Christians, lions with signature updates. Read and be amazed at these poems in which 'the Vandals beyond the Rhine' include 'seniors/ unable to afford/ prescription drugs.' I salute Kevin Ducey's lyric gift, his facility with tone, inflection, color, cadence, his deftly parodic voice and his heart that can say 'I am nothing/ without the light,/ this body'
In his introduction to Selected Writings by Charles Olson, Robert
Creeley has averred that 'history is a literal story, the activity of
evidence.' In the sobering raptures of this wonderful debut, James McCorkle
attends to a very great deal of lucent activity, prospecting among evidence
as dark and monumental as that of Anselm Kiefer, as tender and dearly cosmic
as the occasion of reading Basho to an impatient daughter. And always, the
aftermath of evidence is new creation. As McCorkle shows in The
Hibernaculum, 'The world is always starting.' Here, I find much more than a
bright beginning and promise. I find Vision. I find delightful
consequence.
"Of course one has favorites ("Nursling," "Air," "My Luvox"), but the main thing, the grand affair, is the continuity of utterance and single strictness of what Miss Wickwire used to call the poet's imagination, however "wily and wry" the poet concedes such a thing to be. Expressed piety toward the elders (Moore, Bishop) is nicely lollopped (Ossip's verb) by the wildness, indeed the wilderness of it all. An astonishment, this first book, and what a comfort!"
"To have found Ed Pavlic's Paraph of Bone & Other Kinds of Blue gave this judge an infusion of hope. It's a fully conceived book, speaking as a whole from the first lines to the last. What is in here belongs here, and what is in here is consciously shaped. Mr. Pavlic has listened closely to our most profound American art, the blues and jazz, and that music has not only helped him achieve poetic form but allowed him to explore a mesh of experience extraneous to literary theories. He is, doubtless, aware of such theories, but the voices in his poems flow from a denser space, having penetrated a denser reality, returning via the imagination and its many discontents. In many of them, music and its creation/performance are metaphorized into human relationships. This is intimate and soulful work, breathing, brushing, or tonguing its instrument."
"The wonders here are those of perception, intuition, union, separation--and all the emotions these provoke. Anger, despair, but also joy, love in its flooding recognitions, relief in the world's insistent substance."
"...at the book's center (and reaching into all the surrounding material) is the surgical theatre, an image, like Plath's bees, metaphorically fertile, its manifold resonances revealed through Levin's extraordinary and demanding intelligence. The danger of such powerful figures is the danger of lesser imagination, imagination content with the first circle of revelation. What in such a smaller talent might have proved repetitious, banal, self glorifying, is, here, the heart of an astonishing book."
"I think he is a visionary poet, by which I mean he is in touch with something tenuous, and that he feels the other voice or the other thing inside him. His virtue here is that his geography is common, and he is too studious of his own route to be dithering or magisterial or magical....There is form, diction, subject matter, language, and music, but it is this imprint, this print, that captures us. If I had to give a name to itfor BeckmanI would call it affection. His identity is through affection. That is his print." |