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Bulletin: Creative Writing Department Announces Spring Contest Winners!

20 Apr

Congratulations to the 2011 winners of the Creative Writing Department’s annual poetry/fiction awards!  I had an entry for the fiction prizes, and while I’m disappointed I didn’t win, I can truly say the quality of the work by the winners is phenomenal.  I’ve been fortunate to have courses with a few of the students listed below, and their writing has always been top quality.  If I hadn’t devoted my weekend to tennis matches, I’d definitely be at the awards ceremony, which will be be held on Saturday, April 30, 4:30 p.m., in the Rice Hall Faculty Lounge Area.

Emma Howell Memorial Poetry Prize
Winner: Sophia Miles
Honorable Mentions: Alex Tamaki and Adam Chambers

Academy of American Poets
Stuart Friebert Poetry Prize
Winners: Lauren Clark and Jennifer Wong
Honorable Mention: Emily Nichols

Friends & Alumni Fiction/Nonfiction Prize
Winner: Justin Chen (for nonfiction)
Honorable Mention: Sam Krowchenko (for short fiction)

Diane Vreuls Fiction Prize
Winner: Abbey Chung (for short fiction)
Honorable Mention: Patrick Bernhard (for short fiction)

A Quiet Voice–Reading by Layli Long Soldier

18 Apr

Layli Long Soldier captivated obies with her short reading at Slow Train this past Sunday.

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  This past evening, Sunday April 17th, I had the great pleasure of listening to a poetry reading at Oberlin’s Slow Train Café by Layli Long Soldier as part of the Multicultural Resource Center’s Indigenous Women’s Series.

I’ll admit I wasn’t expecting much.  As I’ve said in various other ways on this blog, listening to poetry often makes me feel incredibly stupid.  I guess I wasn’t blessed with the sort of mind that associates words and sounds and images, or that can follow a string of these images and sounds into some other transcendental space.  Then again, I have a feeling any sort of true poet would laugh at that last sentence, because I’ve always been sort of wary of poets—I get the sense that some of them get a great kick out of standing up in front of a group of raptly attentive individuals, spouting off long lists of adjectives that supposedly mean something.  It just always seems like there’s some joke I’m not getting.  Although to circle back, this mentality is probably the child of a severe insecurity my ficton-writerly self has with my failed-poet-writerly self.  And if I am going to keep rambling I might as well just condense all of that into a single sentence, which would be that my real problem with poetry is that I think too much and that I don’t just listen, don’t simply feel.

Long tangent aside—Layli’s reading.  This was both my first reading of the semester, and also my first visit to Slow Train, so I decided to commemorate the occasion by purchasing hot chocolate, an iced coffee (for the boyfriend) and one of every type of baked good Slow Train sells.  Thirteen bucks later, I nestled into the lone empty corner (hidden behind a speaker; I had to poke my head around the corner to watch Layli read, which brings up the interesting topic of why this was necessary—wasn’t I just coming to listen?  But the reading was also a visual experience, and that in itself could be a whole new post.) and allowed Layli’s poetry to carry me away.

Her poetry is striking in the way it deals with words and their meanings, both on paper and in a deeper sense, in the sense that words both define and cannot define things.  Her poetry captures the pains of the body, of motherhood and fatherhood, of a spiritual relationship between the past and present, and of memory, and of definition.  I can say that I was moved by her rhythmic reading and her quietly shaking hands—an unassuming reminder that she was in many ways like me.  Her poetry was not an exclusive joke and did not make me feel stupid, rather it was heartfelt, something she was both excited and nervous to share.

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Layli Long Soldier, Oglala Lakota, is a graduate of the creative writing program at the Institute of American Indian Arts. Her family is from northwestern Idaho and the Pine Ridge reservation in South Dakota. She has served as editor-in-chief of the “Native Language Network” and other publications for the Indigenous Language Institute. She is a two-time recipient of the Truman Capote Scholarship Award. She is also writer/guitarist for “M=Water” and mother of a five-year old daughter, Chance White.