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Jenne’ Rodey Andrews is a lyric poet  with roots in the American West and Southwest, self-publishing a pamphlet of poetry at 16, professionally publishing her first poem in The Colorado Review in 1969 under the guest editorship of Canadian force of nature and prolific poet Tom Wayman.  Mentored by American poets Robert Bly, Bill Tremblay and Mary Crow, she is the author of four published collections of poetry, her current manuscript Shiprock Testimonial a finalist for the Autumn House Prize in 2014 and under circulation to 2019 publication contests.

Andrews’ current life and work are informed by the fact that she is at 70, the matriarch of a nexus of pioneer families who settled in territorial Albuquerque after the Civil War. She bears as her first name the surname name of her great-grandmother Naomi Ruth Jenne, descendent of one John Jenne, a Dutch brewer who sailed to Plymouth Rock aboard the Little Anne, and the middle name of her great-grandfather, Bernard Shandon Rodey, an influential visionary who emigrated from County Mayo, Ireland to New Mexico Territory in the final years of the nineteenth century, whose achievements include founding the University of New Mexico, serving as District Judge to Puerto Rico and most recently, being the seminal character in the poet’s fictionalized memoir posted currently with updates on this blog, Territory Fever: An Albuquerque Family’s Story.

The poet lived in Albuquerque until she was twelve, notably in a picturesque post-war adobe, cloistered for long hours with her mother, brilliant and self-destructive New Mexico painter & playwrite Helen Stamm Andrews nee Helen Jenne’ Stamm, relying on her lively imagination & the comforting lyrics of the poetry in A Child’s Garden of Verse, Robert Louis Stevenson and a literary stew of other poetry, turn of the century children’s books and Victorian romances, to populate a rich inner life. She counts among her encouragers, her father, mother, brother and indomitable aunt Winifred Stamm Reiter, journalist and anthropologist who was all things to a 30’s magazine called Digs about the Anasazi excavations at Chaco Canyon, NM. Aside: with others, the poet believes that American anthropologists have been unfairly discredited by tribes who woke up to their cultural pasts beginning in the 70’s, demanding return of their artifacts that had been lovingly and carefully preserved by those highly trained graduate students who under the direction of such luminaries as Clyde Kluckhohn,  excavated entire ruins under the blazing sun.

About the Work

Andrews’ poetry was copiously published in the 70’s and 80’s,  reappearing in online journals and a new collection from Finishing Line Press, after years of raising Golden Retrievers in the Cache Le Poudre River Valley in Northern Colorado.  Her work is noted for its indelible lyricism,  faceted brilliance of language and imagery, and thematically speaking,  an impassioned vision for both the richly storied identity born of her southwestern pioneer roots and on the other, transfiguration through a “melding” with the Other and identification with the “passionate transitory” of the natural world.   Her influences include  the American Confessional School, the work of Theodore Roethke, Tess Gallagher, D.H. Lawrence, William Butler Yeats, Walt Whitman and the finely-honed early poems of Adrienne Rich.

Her published works include In Pursuit of the Family a modest volume published by her mentor Robert Bly and the Minnesota Writers Publishing House. Reunion, Lynx House Press, Christopher Howell, Editor, appeared in 1983.  Her most recent collection is  Blackbirds Dance in the Empire of Love, an expanded chapbook issued by Finishing Line Press  with commentary by literary luminaries Dawn Potter, Jim Moore, and Patricia Kirkpatrick, and cover art by the brilliant mixed media artist Jonathan Sokol. Copies of this collection may be ordered signed from the poet; see contact info in the sidebar.AndrewsJennecovdoc

On the boards: the dual-language collection Bocca, Voce, Delirio/Mouth, Voice, Delirium – Poems of Italia & Amore with consiglieri Prof. Enzo Castel di Lama and the brilliant Italian poetess R. Alba della Sora.  See About the Blogger for more details.

http://boccavocedelirio.blogspot.com

The poet recently withdrew her manuscript from Salmon Poetry, Ireland, to protest anti-American sentiment tacitly promoted by the publisher amid the horror that is the hegemony of Donald Trump, permitting Irish character assassination of all Americans,  when two thirds of the country is in deepest anguish over this criminal president, and when America’s very best is trapped between the yearning to assasinate him and the dwindling hope that the 2020 election will see an end to his fascism. 

Andrews earned three degrees at Colorado State University, culminating in the Masters of Fine Arts Degree in Creative Writing/Poetry, the equivalent of the Ph.D.; she is a Fellow of the National Endowment for the Arts in Literature.   Autumn House Press founder Michael Simms considers Andrews’ work significant for the strength of its voice and mastery of craft. Indeed, as noted, recent kudos include becoming a finalist in the 2014 Autumn House Poetry Prize Contest and to have circa twenty poems appear in Vox Populi, Professor Simm’s content-rich visionary online ‘zine of poetry and politics betweem 2016-17. These may be accessed via typing her name into the Vox search box. A sample poem follows.

Intrepid Eye, Majestic World

How beautiful the eye is, flecked
with the residual color
of the terrain—nightfall
in the blue canyons, goldenrod
selvage of sea cliff. Sun-kissed–
the amplitude of the turning earth.
It is we who slip out of view
of the platinum gaze of the moon,
the blazing and ardent stare
of the sun.
.
And think of it, lovemaking–
the lover’s darkly intense eye
half-closed in the swoon
of desire…
the tears brimming at its edges,
.
above all, inescapable day,
filling the eye to overflowing–
the panorama of living things
against the pale slate
of morning.

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We say that we feast our eyes
upon the Other, the opacity
of the horizon; sentinels,
we look and discern;
is the heart obedient to the eye
or the reverse?
.
On-living, I claim
the visible; I lock it into the cache
of imagery denoting the world; imagine
the explorer’s gaze,
unflinching at the ice-cap necklace
of a polar sea
or filled with the sunset–
.
Cortez or Coronado, astounded
by the red bluffs, the tender sweep
of the desert vista—how storied
sleep then rescues us, drawing down
the shades lightly—
.
Or that we see in concert
with the plenitude of touch—
remarkable, that we name and dream,
envisioning farther terrain even
in the crepuscule, even
it is said, at the moment
when breath releases
the spent body,
.
when the haggard will
importuned by death
lets go, and the animate “I”–
that sensate cluster of heartbeat,
vision and yearning–
disperses into evening air.

This poem first appeared in Vox Populi in 2016.

More of Andrews’ work is posted to La Parola Vivace and her memoir Nightfall in Verona.

The poet is an inveterate blogger and civil rights advocate, founding a disability advocacy organization in the early 2000’s and blogging civil rights and politics at this web address. She lives with her companion fiction-writer Jack Brooks and five cream-coated English Golden Retrievers in the Poudre River valley in northern Colorado. contact info in sidebar.

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Professor Andrews at 69 in 2018

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TURNED, BURNED ON IMPEACHMENT EVE: TRUMP ADMIN AND HOUSE, SENATE REPUBLICANS NOW PUTIN’S DUMPSTER FIRE OF DISINFO CONVERTS; IT’S TIME.

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YOU WILL FIND THE CONSPIRACY THEORY THAT THE UKRAINE HACKED THE 2016 ELECTION PUT IN MOTION BY PUTIN AND HIS UKRAINIAN ASSETS ON WIKIPEDIA. YOU WILL FIND THE HOUSE OF REPRESENTATIVES INTELLIGENCE COMMITTEE IMPEACHMENT REPORT RELEASED ON THIS BENCHMARK DAY EVERYWHERE.  YOU MAY GET THE GIST FROM THE SUMMARY OF KEY FINDINGS, OR THE TABLE OF CONTENTS.

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your pensive blogger, last spring. 

GOOD EVENING.  I may be preaching to the choir tonight; I am a lone voice “out West,” somewhere in Colorado irrelevant to the very persons to whom I listen, whose incisive intellects, ability to cut through all the noise and confusion, mean so much to me.

As I listened to no bull analysis on MSNBC tonight i.e. Melber, Matthews, Hayes, Maddow and O’Donnell, what has happened to us all has become crystal clear, and turns on Vladimir Putin’s incredible feat of having put Donald Trump as useful fool and prime asset into the White House.

As the conspiracy theory which says in brief that the Ukrainians not the Russians hacked the 2016 election unfurls before our very eyes, lying next to my husband,  I likened  what has happened to our government to a toxic rose opening in a slow motion implosion to reveal a black heart– black with corruption, Trump as demon seed-moron i.e. massively ignorant and lacking any appreciable intellectual capacity.–  see the inanity and insanity of his NATO performance today.

Such is the limited utility of a toxic rose to describe, for me, the intolerable.

We thought we were focusing on a quid pro quo for Trump’s personal gain and his use and abuse of a vulnerable country fighting for its survival, but said implosion reveals now what Intel Committee Adam Schiff calls a “scheme” spearheaded by consiglieri Rudolph Giuliani and his henchmen to turn our very country into a satellite of Russia.

Do any of these people have any awareness of what has happened to themselves? I may sound insane myself to the uninitiated, a conspiracy theorist myself, but if you read, digest and study the facts, review the testimony of the witnesses and attempt to fathom a purpose to it all, you realize the following has happened to the United States of  America:

For years Putin has been indoctrinating  Trump, so that he has become a true Manchurian Candidate.

For some time, predating 2019, Giuliani has been listening to corrupt Ukrainian officials with ties to Putin who have inspired him to cook up a plan to absolve Trump, so that he, America’s Mayor, has himself been turned and is doing the bidding of the Russians. This does not mean in any sense or by any measure that Ukraine hacked the election.

Meanwhile Parnas and friend, Shreks One and Two, have themselves been waging an influence campaign, cf piece on Parnas in the New Yorker.

The convoluted conspiracy theory which has been attenuated by a host of paranoid and speculative postings, opinions involving one John Solomon and others, has done nothing less than indoctrinated Pompeo, Mulvaney and others constellated around Trump into an alternative reality from within which the rest of us are hostiles from a “deep state.”

William Barr, once respected as Bush Sr’s AG, suffers from paranoia; he sees white rabbits everywhere, i.e. conspiracies to limit presidential power re impeachment inquiry which is really about presidential abuse of power; that the Left in our country is out to get religious practice et seq.  See his talks on tape at Notre Dame in October and at the Federalist Society last month.

Formerly sane and perceptive people such as Lindsey Graham and John Kennedy R-LA have also been turned, together with paranoid, gullible and themselves intellectually challenged Nunes, Jordan, Meadows, McCarthy, Johnson and others who fail to see that their theory utterly absolves Donald Trump of any wrongdoing whatsoever.

So it is that with the adulation and cult propagation of further wacko theories, Donald Trump is now operating as “the force that through the green fuse drives the flower,” –rose imagery again; a one-man death machine the mechanisms of whose Adderall-addled brain are destroying the entire Republic, i.e. abrogating the rule of law and shredding the Constitution.

The question becomes this:  why is it that half of us have been turned into Russian assets and the rest of us see through all of the fakery, smoke, mirrors, lies, deception and bullshit?

The phenomenon of projection and the mechanics of brainwashing have long interested me.  I wish I were not fascinated, and I certainly wish I were not terrified.

But we must refine and hold on to a high level of incisiveness to endure what has befallen us and indeed, to take to the streets.  

The desire to appease and please a leader, to be close to power, paves the way for corruption and the cross-pollination of ideas which have nothing to do with reason and truth. Or fact.  Take the small and malleable minds of the members of Congress I have named; imagine the fertile bed of doubt and how suggestible doubt makes us, how over time we can each question ourselves about what is true not only about ourselves, but our world.

I think of my own indoctrination into the world view of AA, which is predicated to a great extent on a politics of fear and shame. Look at how you have fucked up your life, AA trumpets through the persona of founding stockbroker Bill Wilson. Even though AA is right about many things, it is hamstrung by how it shames the vulnerable.

Shame and doubt indeed conspire within us to make us vulnerable, suggestible. Those we admire and need to shore us up buy into certain ideas and we begin to consider such ideas as new truths, new facts.  It is not long before we find ourselves drawn in.

Consider the tactics of Muslims in Algiers in the 50’s and how individuals became radicalized by Imams; Muslim women cut their hair, shed their robes and mingled with crowds in cafes carrying bombs in their purses.  They blended in and gave themselves entirely to nationalistic fervor, revolutionary fervor, until they died for want of a nation, having strewn bodies in the streets. It would be several years until a  peaceful groundswell movement in which all took to the streets and the French withdrew.

Hitler converted Germans with his youth movement and the Volkswagen. He appealed to nationalistic fervor and capitalised on post WWI disillusionment.  He began to speak of racial purity and that Germany should be restored, so that he ghettoized the Jews.  History tells this tragic story which is the story of how one insane man, drunk on power and ambition, could murder 6 million with the machinery of those converted to his madness and campaign of terror.-

Putin is ex KGB.  He and the GRU have succeeded in annexing the United States of America into the new Russia, an extension of his ambition.

In the 70’s I met one Tom Wayman, a “radical,” a member of SDS, a poet with the heart of a revolutionary.  As his lover I underwent the process of radicalization, drawn into his orbit, craving his approval and finding other misfits in need of acceptance.

We were powerless in the face of the Viet Nam War and we rose up. I participated in the takeover of the Agriculture Building on the campus of Colorado State University at the crack of dawn one winter morning.  I tied up a terrified janitor, and at the last minute, as the cops closed in, I convinced Tom, who was willing to go to jail, that he was more effective as a teacher and Movement leader.

I read what he told me to read, like The Wretched of the Earth, by Franz Fanon, Algerian.  I became, at the age of twenty, convinced that we could only save our country through a revolution.

Time swept me and others into other things.  We could not maintain the position of rage; we each needed to grow and move on.

But now I see our country in ruins, on fire.  There has never been a more dangerous time.

I follow Michael Moore, finding myself in need of inspiration,  and I now am convinced on the eve of what is sure to be a circus of grown men who do not see that they have been flipped by Vladimir Putin, that what is happening in Hong Kong must happen here.  What happened in Algeria must happen here.

John Meacham says this: we have devolved to the point at which we see what we believe, rather than believing what we see.

It is time to act; living in Ameria under Trump is hell.  God help us all.