Authors Fred Wah and Rita Wong spent time exploring various stretches of the river, all the way to its mouth near Astoria, Oregon. They then spent several months creating long poems along the Columbia, each searching for a language that evoked the complexities of our colonial appropriation of it. Visual artist Nick Conbere then transferred this winding footprint into a monumental, foot horizontal banner.
As both a stand-alone poem and an accompanying piece to the visual installation exhibited at various galleries, beholden represents a vital contribution to a larger dialogue around the river through visual art, writing, and public engagement. Read more about Fred Wah.
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Poems Find and share the perfect poems. As soon as Fred gets out of bed, his underwear goes on his head.
His mother laughs, "Don't put it there, a head's no place for underwear! The author of over a dozen books of poetry, a handful of novels and short story collections, and two books of critical prose, Chappell has received numerous awards for his work, including the T.
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He was named North Carolina Poet Laureate in , a position he held until Drawing on Click here to add this poet to your My Favorite Poets. Oh when she's there she's so immensely there No color but her own, no voice but hers, No other nature can advance itself; She is the noontime that absorbs the day-moon. Large in every sense, rich, overblown, Rose that droops from surfeit of itself; Bright flowing dresses brave as carnival bunting: All Marjorie's grand Everything is here.