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Georgia’s poet laureate recognizes youthful poets with new award

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Georgia’s poet laureate recognizes youthful poets with new award

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“Poetry is made of language under pressure—words chosen with precision and charged with meaning,” says Judson Mitcham, Georgia’s poet laureate.

This spring, Mitcham and the Georgia Council for the Arts debut the Poet Laureate’s Prize, to be awarded for an original poem written by a state high school student. The award, which will be presented annually, is “designed to bring recognition to the careful art of the written word, which is particularly important in a time that increasingly subordinates word to image,” says Mitcham, who has taught writing at the University of Georgia and Mercer University, run the Emory Summer Writers Program, and been inducted into the Georgia Writers Hall of Fame.

Mitcham himself came to poetry later in life, after earning a PhD in psychology and teaching in that field for thirty years at Fort Valley State University in central Georgia. “An involvement in reading and creating poems can enrich any life, and may be especially important for young people developing skills that can guide them toward understanding themselves and the world,” he says.

The Poet Laureate’s Prize is intended to complement the National Endowment for the Arts’ Poetry Out Loud contest, which features recitation and is administered here by Georgia Council for the Arts.

The winner

A Quiet History
by Elodie Saint-Louis

These are the things we Rewind
In Order To Halt Time:
cracked VCRs stumbling between the 0:01/0:02,
palms lain flat on the carpet,
pressing into the welcome curve of a book. The slammed doors,
the wine left out in the after,
the elementary loneliness,
the smell of strangers sifting
in the midnight-cranberry-ink of night.

(The Beethoven, the Brahms, the Mozart, the Bach.)

Watching my parents dance under pink-orange light,
the too-loud speakers go straight to my spine.
I watch my father swing my mother
towards happiness, before it disappears
and the gods have their way with us,
before they paint the canvas black again.

The bride is beautiful and
I am reconsidering marriage,
just to feel what it would be like to be
Homecoming Queen,
here, this, in white.

And once I find my mother in the yard, smoking,
a cigarette in her hand
angled down towards the
core of the earth­

pulling weeds to
erase the mistakes.

Saint-Louis, who lives
in metro Atlanta, attends
Harrison High School
in Cobb County.


The finalists

I Still Don’t “Get” Cubism
by Briana Spencer

my hands are caves and I
am always writing about my hands because I
need something to hold on to.
this isn’t repetition, just desperation
and mania is lungs like a coal mine.
everything reflects off snow and I
have night blindness—all I
can see are headlights and mailboxes
and fluorescent lights that turn everything
yellow like a David Fincher movie.
this is the social network, this is discontent,
this is brick walls that are cold in summer
and warm in winter and I
can never decide which is worse.
the line between knowledge and understanding
is a mile of chain-link fence and being
able to hum the alphabet in reverse.
there is a limit on how many times a person
can almost be run over before
it seems like a joke of the nervous system.
robots have wires loose and gas
is too expensive for diamonds
to really matter.

Spencer lives in
Newnan and attends
Northgate High School
in Coweta County.

The Difference Between Now and Then
by Carolyn Williams

I am a reflection in a shop window
looking at the world outside through
opaque lenses dotted with raindrops
and yellow orbs of distant streetlights
in a city reduced to slow-motion breaths and side glances

I am a restaurant on the far side of town,
that post-depression building on the corner of
Eviction Street and No Way Out Boulevard
where the drinks are extra-thick for a reason
and where the clouds hang abnormally low in black,
droopy chunks of regret—
the piano chords speaking to that closed-off portion of your mind like old friends,
the music soothing that bruised piece of your heart
like balm on an open wound

And you . . .
you are the person sitting behind the glass,
thumbs twiddling in your lap
along to the rhythmic thump of the heart
that’s steadily slowing down in your chest,
losing its beat amongst a swirl of
cold lattes and the smell of nicotine and other
unhealthy addictions

You are the stranger on the park bench
sifting through images in your head
with mirror eyes and chapped lips,
the breeze whispering through your ears (and into your thoughts)
like the tide, waves washing away
any memories discarded on the shore,
drifting away as reality flees once more
and you can breathe again

Williams lives in
Thomasville and attends
Scholars Academy
in Thomas County.

birmingham, b.c.
by Jamison Murphy

what we have built on
has swallowed us up;
the fig tree decayed
and the deck bent past breaking,
the bushes now grown
past their old overgrowth,
marble saints buried
and glazed in red clay

the ground that predates us
returns to its origin,
to unconscious growth
and regeneration,
circulates back
to a vast cycle’s end;
payment for some great ancient sin

Murphy lives in
Savannah and attends
Savannah Arts Academy
in Chatham County.

 

 

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  1. I saw the musical this past weekend (9/14-15) and have to say this is a “must see” production and is DEFINITELY Broadway worthy. Not because I am an admirer of Barry or Bruce’s work, but because it was fabulous and is duly deserving.
    The play was so riveting and heart-pounding, that I had to see it more than once. Barry and Bruce both did a fabulous job with the music and storyline. The producer, cast and crew behind the scenes reco1tructed a story that needed to be told by putting on a se1ational performance presented by outstanding, talented acto1 and actresses with a compliment of powerful visual and dramatic musical affects. You could see it in Barry and Bruce&1quo;s eyes how proud they were to see them perform on stage and to be able to tell the “almost” lost story about these amazingly talented performe1. For myself, it was an emotional roller coaster ride. The musical was hysterically funny at times and othe1, extremely sad. The historical re-enactment of a time when Hitler terrorized and condemned so many people to a brutal death made it pe1onal for myself and friends I traveled with.
    The second act inte1ified my emotio1. Happiness turned to sadness, which soon turned to anger. Then anger turned back to sadness, which ultimately lead to a co1tant flow of tea1. I had to hold my hands agai1t my mouth to keep me from weeping aloud. This is how their superb performances combined with the amazing music and lyrics affected me.
    To Barry, Bruce, cast and crew, thank you for finding, resurrecting, and executing this amazing truth. This is a story and production I will never forget. God Bless.

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