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Showing posts with label Cathy Smith Bowers. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Cathy Smith Bowers. Show all posts

Friday, April 1, 2011

April Poet of the Day: Cathy Smith Bowers

What better way to begin National Poetry Month than with a poem by North Carolina's current Poet Laureate, Cathy Smith Bowers. Today Cathy and I will be reading together at Caldwell Community College in Hudson, NC. We admire each other's poetry and enjoy each other's company.


Cathy was born in the small town of Lancaster, S.C.,one of six children born to a mill worker and a housewife. She received her bachelor's degree in English in 1972 and a master's degree in English in 1976, both from Winthrop University in Rock Hill, S.C.

In 1973 Cathy started her career as a high school English teacher in her native South Carolina. She worked there for ten years before becoming an English instructor at Queens University in Charlotte. She also served as director of composition from 1989–1995 and as poet-in-residence from 1996–2004. She is currently on the faculty for Queens' M.F.A. in Creative Writing Program, UNC Asheville's Great Smokies Writing Program and at Wofford College in Spartanburg, S.C.

She is the author of four books: The Love that Ended Yesterday in Texas (inaugural winner of the Texas Tech University Press First Book Competition, 1992); Traveling in Time of Danger (Iris Press, 1999), A Book of Minutes (Iris Press, 2004), andThe Candle I Hold Up to See You (Iris Press, 2009).

For a video of Cathy reading "Snow," please go to http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-0SHHEZaAO4.



A SOUTHERN RHETORIC

"It's a sight in this world
the things in this world
there are to see!" my mother says
as she hurries between the stove
and Sunday table. She is just back
from vacation. Happy.
Talking mountains. Talking rivers.
Big cedars and tidal bores.
When I tease her for redundancy,
her face glows like a sturgeon moon
risen above fat buttery atolls
of biscuits, steaming promontory
of roast. She shakes her finger
in my face and scolds me good:
"Girl, don't you forget who it was
learned you to talk."
Amazing she would want
to lay claim to these syllables
piling up like railroad salvage
when I speak, to these words slow as hooves
dredging from the wet of just-plowed fields.
I watch her turn, embarrassed, to the sink,
to the pots and pans she will scrub
to a gleam so bright we can see ourselves
as if the two of us stared back
from the lost rhetoric of memory.
From the little house, the crib where
she bent each day, naming
for me the world where words always fail,
warranting, now and then,
those few extra syllables,
some things spoken twice.

First appeared in Poetry, later in Cathy's first book, The Love That Ended Yesterday in Texas.

Tuesday, September 28, 2010

READINGS AT WESLEYAN COLLEGE


An Evening of Southern Poetry
Monday, October 4, 2010 at 7 PM
Wesleyan College, Benson Room
4760 Forsyth Road, Macon, GA 31210
Former North Carolina Poet Laureate and Wesleyan Alumna Kathryn Stripling Byer and current North Carolina Poet Laureate Cathy Smith Bowers, plus Macon native Robert Perry Ivey, will recite original work. This event is sponsored by the Eugenia Dorothy Blount Lamar Lecture Series, dedicated to celebrating Southern culture and recognized as the most important lecture series on Southern history and literature in the United States. Free and open to the public. 478-757-5228


Two Laureates on the Lam
Tuesday, October 5, 2010 at 11:15 AM
Wesleyan College, Porter Auditorium
4760 Forsyth Road, Macon, GA 31210
Enjoy poetry readings by Former North Carolina Poet Laureate Kathryn Stripling Byer and current North Carolina Poet Laureate Cathy Smith Bowers. This event is sponsored by the Eugenia Dorothy Blount Lamar Lecture Series, dedicated to celebrating Southern culture and recognized as the most important lecture series on Southern history and literature in the United States. Free and open to the public. 478-757-5228

Poetry in Music
Tuesday, October 5, 2010 at 7:30 PM
Wesleyan College, Benson Room
4760 Forsyth Road, Macon, GA 31210
Hear the beautiful poetry of Former North Carolina Poet Laureate Kathryn Stripling Byer set to music. This event is sponsored by the Eugenia Dorothy Blount Lamar Lecture Series, dedicated to celebrating Southern culture and recognized as the most important lecture series on Southern history and literature in the United States. Free and open to the public. 478-757-5228

Tuesday, February 16, 2010

NO MORE SNOW, PLEASE!

Nothing is more magical than snow falling, especially in late evening as night settles in and the snowlight begins to glow in the sky, covering everything with what seems like a glass bowl. I love the way the world looks outside my doors.





I do not love the cleanup afterward, though. We were lucky that several large limbs missed our car and that the one blocking our driveway was removable by us. We went without power for a couple of days two weeks ago, and while that was fun for a little while, I was glad when the lights came back on. This latest snow on Friday was delicate, falling like sifted flour, and my husband was able to clear the road fairly quickly next morning. The light coming through the lacework of branches Saturday dawn was beautiful.






So, here's to snow, in moderate amounts! And now, how about spring? To hell with the groundhog saying in groundhogese that we've 6 more weeks of winter. Or maybe he didn't say that at all. It's in how you interpret things, after all. Who knows what a groundhog thinks, if if he/she even thinks at all.

Sorry, didn't mean to diss groundhogs! I like the one that lives down the hill from us and hope that he has a long and happy life, away from the wheels of drunk students and other assorted maniacs who take the curve too fast.

Spring will come when it gets good and ready. The wind cutting through my wool scarf this morning made me hope it was getting ready! Here's a poem for the first shoot of green pushing up through the cold sod. I wrote it for Cathy Smith Bowers, our new Poet Laureate, after she visited me in Sylva last month.

(I've long been fascinated by how certain words "feel" in our mouths. Green, in this instance. And verde, how does it differ from our Anglo-Saxon green? It's more of a dance. Our "green" is a keening, a longing, maybe because of the long Nordic winters?? I also wanted to try to express how each poem wakes us up, makes us see again. )



Winter Noon

Sylva, North Carolina

(1/20/2001)

Verde, que te quiero verde....

(Green, how I want you green.. .)

‘ Federico Garcia-Lorca

for Cathy



We’ve seen how stems snap,

the leaves fall,

the rain soaks,

how ice weaves its blanket

around weeds and garden.


Now we raise our glasses

to what we see over the rooftops

of downtown: gray mountains waiting

beneath scales of cloud


like the ones we know fall

from our eyes

when we see

how each poem comes alive

in the midst of our cold times,


a small hook

that yearns through the mute

sod, our throats

tight with keening its

coming forth, the tip

of our tongues

against bedrock.





Friday, February 12, 2010

Seeing Old Friends Again in Raleigh!


I'm just back from Raleigh where I placed the NC Poet Laureate laurel wreath on Cathy Smith Bowers' lovely head. I presented her with a bottle of wine with our names on it and read a poem I'd written for her. What a fabulous day it was! Here are some video highlights:
( http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=0xAk6fOzaNE)

And I got to see so many old and dear friends, as well as new ones I've found through being Laureate.

The photo above shows me and my friend Lou Green, a brilliant poet and visual artist whose work I admire beyond words. She lives in Davidson. I featured her latest chapbook on my laureate blog a while back and plan to re-run it on this one.

I'll be posting about my time in Raleigh, with some photos and observations. Come back a little later for that!

Now to get ready for more snow!