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Winner of the Kate Tufts Discovery Award for a first book of poetry. In wild, zany, often hilarious language, this poet writes about what it's like to be a woman, a mother, a wife, an ex-wife and a poet in 21st century America. Linda Gregerson has commented that Blevins writes "the freshest poetic line that America has produced in 30 years."
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Est. Packaging Dimensions: Length: 0.5" Width: 6" Height: 9" Weight: 0.5 lbs.
Release Date Sep 1, 2003
Publisher Ausable Press
ISBN 1931337101 ISBN13 9781931337106
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More About Adrian Blevins
Adrian Blevins was born in Abdingdon, VA in 1964, and holds graduate degrees from Hollins University and Warren Wilson College's MFA Program for Writers. A 2002 recipient of a Rona Jaffe Writers' Foundation award for poetry and the author of The Man Who Went Out for Cigarettes, a Bright Hill Press award-winning chapbook, Blevins lives in Roanoke, VA with her husband and three children, and teaches at Roanoke College. She will begin teaching at Colby College in Maine in the fall of 2004.
Adrian Blevins currently resides in Roanoke, in the state of Virginia. Adrian Blevins was born in 1964.
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A compilation of original free-verse poetry Nov 8, 2004
Award-winning poet Adrian Blevins has penned The Brass Girl Brouhaha, a compilation of original free-verse poetry that especially reflects upon the experience of being a woman. Bits of the author's biography, the ritual and questionable rhetoric of the North American Baby Shower, and much more pour raw emotion onto the page, with no falsifying or prettying of harsh realities. "Defects of the Adolescent": Didn't she after all put herself out there like an hors d'oeuvre / on a pewter platter? / And didn't boys after all appear and hand over their smokes? // The boys would stand there with their lips trembling / until she was magically in the garden extending her wrist and / pinching off a rose stem.
Narrative Poetry Captures Life As It Is (ROANOKE TIMES REV.) Oct 14, 2003
Narrative poetry captures life as it is THE BRASS GIRL BROUHAHA. By Adrian Blevins. Ausable Press. $14. Reviewed by BETH MACY This is NOT your mother's poetry - not unless your mother was someone out of the movie "The Ice Storm." It's also not the kind of dirt-dense poetry favored by the literary pinkie-waving set with all those beautiful-sounding words that seem to lead nowhere. To put it bluntly - which is the way this poet happens to put everything - Roanoke writer Adrian Blevins' first book-length poetry collection, "The Brass Girl Brouhaha," is just one helluva good read. Written in narrative form and with enough eye-popping imagery to keep the literary crowd at, say, Hollins University, on their toes, Blevins' book also appeals to those who don't know a sonnet from a sestet. We see the narrator, left as a child by her mother, suffering from a "shadow in her wake [that] was so immense . . . it fell all the way into the nineties like a fashion I saw coming, but couldn't predict." We see her mid-divorce dealing with her ex's "next girl, waiting with her hair in a blue bandanna." We see her again later, remarried, arguing with her sister's decision to put her kids in private school: "The sister said she didn't care for the grammatical errors of her less fortunate neighbors." We see Blevins, who now teaches at Roanoke College, standing in her Uncle Doc's kitchen on the day Dale Earnhardt dies, which happens to be the same day the family is burying Aunt Ann, "who died of a hard-working, charitable heart." Moments before Earnhardt's crash, there she is "writhing as only I would that the men were watching the race while the women prepared some casseroles." Blevins' vernacular sentence magic, her run-ons to beat all run-ons, and her edgy style make you feel touched, tickled, mad as hell and vindicated all at once. At last we have a poet out here in the real world living and grieving and mothering, and then getting it all down - as few people do - just exactly like it is. ** BETH MACY is a longtime features writer at The Roanoke Times.