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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 Robert Bly, Bill Tremblay and Mary Crow, she is the author of four published collections of poetry, her current manuscript Mater Mysterium Est 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 69, 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.

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, 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, copiously published in the 70’s and 80’s, with a reappearance in signature journals in the ‘tweens of the 2000’s,  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 finally 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.

 

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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.

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The poet recently withdrew her manuscript from Salmon Poetry, Ireland, to protest anti-American sentiment promoted by the publisher. 

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, 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 seven 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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SOMETHING’S HAPPENING HERE: HERR DRUMPFF IS REAL COMEDIAN BUT SENDING HIS MAGATS TO KILL JEWS IS NOT FUNNY AND TALKY-TALK CIVILITY DOESN’T PUT DOWN A RABID DOG.

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It is comical.  In a serio-comic and tragic way as in laughing at man’s fate before you jump into a Nazi prison latrine ala Lina Wertmuller.

Yes.  That’s right.  Look up the movie Seven Beauties.   This is not a Christian, nor a Patriot, nor a Good Person, nor anything but a Nazi and a Traitor.  This PRICK who is President of the United States has an”evangelical” base but is stranger to the notion of a loving God, to the inclusiveness of a Democracy; he is a fraud and anyone who is low and crude enough to support him is deranged.

WHAT WE CANNOT FORGET AND MUST CONTINUE TO RAGE AGAINST: HE WAS PUT IN POWER BY PUTIN AND IN ADDITION TO THE VIOLENCE HE HAS GINNED UP HE HAS NO BUSINESS IN THE WHITE HOUSE.  HE BELONGS IN A SUPER MAX.

We expect HERR DRUMPFF TO RANT AND RAVE FROM HIS BULLY PULPIT.  BUT THE TURN THINGS TOOK THIS WEEK THAT NO ONE IS TALKING ABOUT, ARE WHAT HIS CONSTITUENTS HAVE DONE.

HE HAS DECLARED OPEN SEASON ON “GLOBALISTS,” READ JEWS, READ LIBERALS, READ DEMOCRATS AND BECAUSE HIS “MAGATS” BELIEVE HIM, THEY ARE ALL MURDERERS AND CLONES OF TIMOTHY MCVEIGH.

NO DEMOCRAT HAS GONE INTO A SYNAGOGUE WITH AR15 TO TAKE OUT JEWS.

NO DEMOCRAT HAS RIGGED PIPE BOMBS AND PUT THEM IN THE MAIL TO TAKE OUT THE WHITE PIG’S ENEMIES.

NO DEMOCRAT HAS GONE INTO A CHURCH IN THE FAR SOUTHERN HILLS, IN THE ASS-CRACKS IN OUR COUNTRY WHERE PEOPLE CUT OF THE CLOTH OF THOSE DEPICTED IN WINTER’S BONE ARE SMOKING CRACK OR ZONED OUT ON OPIOIDS OR GATHERED IN THEIR CHURCHES BEING PIOUS PRICKS ON SUNDAY AND SMOKED THEIR ASSES WITH A MILITARY MACHINE GUN, RIPPING FLESH APART AND FILLING THE PLACE UP TO THE CEILING WITH BLOOD..

NO THINKING PERSON HAS CALLED FOR SUCH A THING.

NO JEWS HAVE DECLARED CONFEDERATE WAR ON DEMOCRATS IF DONALD TRUMP IS IMPEACHED.

YOU KNOW WHO HAS?  THE MAGATS WHO METH UP, LOCK AND LOAD, PUT ON A RED HAT AND SWARM TRUMP RALLIES LIKE VERMIN.

DEMOCRATS NEVER SAY, “IT’S TIME TO CALL A TERMITE SERVICE TO TAKE OUT THESE WHITE COCKROACHES, THIS ASSAULT-RIFLE TOTING ALBINO DREK SO AFRAID OF BECOMING EXTINCT.”

I’M SAYING IT.  I’M DECLARING THAT ALL PEOPLE CALLING FOR EQUALITY, ALL WHO TRY TO LIVE BY OUR CHARTER AS AN INCLUSIVE COUNTRY, DECLARING  THAT ALL MEN AND WOMEN ARE CREATED EQUAL, ARE TARGETS OF THE MAGAT-INFESTED VERMIN INVADING DEMOCRACY, SNEAKING OUT OF THE HILLS AND OFF-ROADING AT 90 MILES AN HOUR WAVING THE STAR-SPANGLED BANNER IN TEXAS AND THAT IT’S TIME TO LIVE BLUE NOT JUST TALK BLUE..

I’M NOT GOING TO APOLOGIZE FOR BEING “INCENDIARY.”

WHO THE FUCK IS MORE INCENDIARY THAN THE WHITE NAZIS WHO ARE GIVEN A PLATFORM HERE?

I AM A PROUD INCENDIARIAST OF THE INCENDIARY PARTY THAT THINKS LIBERALS SHOULD STOP LYING DOWN AND WEEPING AND RECITING SOME PRAYER SINGING KUMBAYA AND CONSIDER RADICAL ACTION AGAINST THE WHITE SUPREMACISTS WHO HAVE HIJACKED OUR COUNTRY.

PUT ME IN AN JACKED UP DODGE RAM AND GIVE ME A BLUE HAT AND AN ASSAULT RIFLE AND SEND ME DOWN TO THE BORDER TO PATROL THE WHITE FASCISTS WHO ARE BIVOUACING DOWN THERE IN EL PASO AND ELSEWHERE TO SUPPORT OUR NAZI PRESIDENT’S CALLING UP OF 15,000 HIGHLY TRAINED TROOPS OF THE US ARMY TO MEET AN “INVASION” OF DESPERATE LATIN AMERICAN REFUGEES WHO THE ARMY AS IT LEAKED YESTERDAY,  ESTIMATES WILL NUMBER 1500.

BECAUSE IN OUR CONSTITUTION, IT SAYS THAT WE TAKE CARE OF ASYLUM-SEEKERS, THAT WE ACCORD THEM HUMAN DIGNITY AND GIVE THEM THE RIGHT TO THE DUE PROCESS OF LAW.  IT DOESN’T SAY, JEFFERSON AND FRANKLIN DID NOT SAY, “WHEN PEOPLE OF COLOR FROM FOREIGN COUNTRIES COME TO THE BORDER, KIDNAP THEIR BABIES, LOCK TODDLERS IN CAGES IN PUP TENTS WITH MYLAR BLANKETS AND FORBID ANYONE TO COMFORT THEM, PUT THEM IN TENTS, DRESS THEM ALIKE AND CONTROL THEM WITH THE DRUGS OF THE TIME.”  BLOODY FUCKING HELL, AS FRIENDS OF MINE FROM OTHER COUNTRIES WHO THINK THE US IS TRUMP’S TOILET SAY.

THIS IS A POGROM, FOLKSIES.  YOU WOODY GUTHRIESTS WITH YOUR WOODIES AND YOUR PRETEND LIBERAL LONG HAIR WHO WANT TO KEEP WATERING YOUR PLANTS AND BEING IN SOME KIND OF TRANCE.

WE ARE IN AN EMERGENCY!!!!!!  WE HAVE A TERRORIST PIG IN THE WHITE HOUSE AND THIS IS NOT ALARMISM; IT IS TRUE, AS OPPOSED TO TRUMP’S MILLION AND ONE LIES A DAY.  THIS IS AN ETHNIC CLEANSING BY HERR DRUMPFF, OUR CLOSETED NAZI MOTHERFUCKER PRESIDENT.

OUR INSANE PIG OF A PRES, FUDGEPACKED BY PUTIN, SOON TO BE A GRAND-JURY INDICTED TRAITOR TO THE UNITED STATES OF AMERICA AND REMOVED FROM POWER—MAYBE, MAYBE NOT–

HE STANDS UP THERE IN MONTANA OR IN MISSISSIPPI RACE-BAITING, GINNING UP HATRED OF BLACK AND BROWN PEOPLE, HATE AND FEAR .  “AN INVASION OF TERRORISTS IS COMING,” HE TRUMPETS LIKE A BULL ELEPHANT IN MUSK.

PRESIDENT LIAR, PRESIDENT PRICK, PRESIDENT WEEPY DICK.  FUCKER OF DEMOCRACY, JEW-KILLER IN CHIEF.

THE MOTHERFUCKER THINKS HE IS GOING TO REPEAL THE BIRTHRIGHT AMENDMENT BY EXECUTIVE ORDER.

OVER MY DEAD BODY.  OVER YOURS. OVER YOUR RAGE, MY FELLOW AMERICANS.

SLEEEPERS, WAKE UP.

STOP BEING LIBERALS WHINING AND ANALYZING AND MASTURBATING AND MASSAGING YOUR CHINS AND YOUR BALLS.

GET SOME BACKBONE.  RISE UP AGAINST THIS NIGHTMARE.

DURING VIETNAM WE DID NOT SIT ON OUR MOTHERFUCKING ASSES.  WE TOOK ACTION. YES WE DID.  READ MY LATEST POST ON LOQUACIOUSLY YOURS.  THE WAR WAS ENDED AND THE WHOLE THING REVEALED FOR THE LIE WE KNEW IT WAS.

READ HISTORY.  VOTE, BUT LOCK AND LOAD AND PREPARE FOR WAR.

DON’T LIE DOWN AND CRY LIKE A LILY LIVERED LIBERAL.  WAKE UP.  SAVE THE COUNTRY.

THIS IS A CALL TO ACTION FROM THE FAR LEFT, WHICH IS NOT DEAD.  I’M NOT DEAD. I’M OLD BUT I’M NOT DEAD.  IF YOU AREN’T DEAD EITHER, DON’T GO SWIMMING IN THE VAT OF SHIT CREATED BY DRUMPFF’S RHETORIC.

THIS IS MY MESSAGE OF HOPE; WE CAN, YES WE CAN, WE SHOULD VOTE DOWNBALLOT BLUE, BUT GET SERIOUS ABOUT WHAT IS HAPPENING HERE.  SOMETHING IS.  SOMETHING VERY VERY BAD IS HAPPENING. 

I CAN’T WALK.  I CAN’T LEAVE MY HOUSE.  BUT YOU CAN, HOMEBOYS AND GIRLS.  YOU CAN.  YOU CAN RUN AND WORK OUT AND FUCK.  SO ARISE AND AS OBAMA SAID YESTERDAY, ORGANIZE, MOBILIZE.

IF YOU ARE NOT VOTING BLUE AT THE VERY LEAST, YOU ARE NOT AN AMERICAN.  AT BEST YOU ARE A CARD-CARRYING APATHIST WHO ISN’T PULLING YOUR WEIGHT, WHEN DEMOCRACY, YO, IS UNDER ATTACK FROM WITHIN BY A CLOSETED KKK MEMBER PUTIN-ELECTED ILLEGITIMATE WINNER OF A RIGGED ELECTION,  AND YOU ARE COMPLICIT IN APATHY AND THE FUCKING OF AMERICA.  PUT AWAY YOUR MOTHERFUCKING SMART PHONES AND ENGAGE YOUR BRAINS.  TOKE UP AND GET LAID LATER, YO.

COPYRIGHT JENNE’ R. ANDREWS  2018  SHARE BUT ATTRIBUTE.  SHARE IF YOU DARE, LOFUCKINGL.