I’m through with paying lip service to the threadbare struggle of poets’ lives, darn it. They may ride three-speed bicycles to work (their sack lunches ostentatiously perched in the front basket), but when they get home to their McMansions, they lounge in front of 102-inch plasma TVs while eating foie gras with ladles. First the Kingsley Tufts, then the Bollingen, now the Jackson.
NEW YORK, March 16, 2007 – Poets & Writers, Inc. is pleased to announce that Elizabeth Alexander is the inaugural recipient of the Jackson Poetry Prize. The $50,000 prize honors an American poet of exceptional talent who has published at least one book of recognized literary merit but has not yet received major national acclaim.
Maybe she hasn’t received major national acclaim, but at least one national publication — Booklist — has seen fit to review two of her books of poetry, American Sublime (2005) and Antebellum Dream Book (2001).
Anyway, I’ve decided to stop buying lottery tickets. I’m going to start writing more poetry.