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Laurie Sheck

1953- , Bronx , NY , United States
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Laurie Sheck

On July 10, 1953, Laurie Sheck was born in the Bronx, New York. She is the author of several collections of poetry, including Captivity (Knopf, 2007), which interacts, in part, with the journals of Gerard Manley Hopkins; Black Series (2001); The Willow Grove (1996), which was a finalist for the Pulitzer Prize; Io at Night (1990); and Amaranth (1981).

She is also the editor of the anthology Poem a Day, Volume 2 (Zoland, 2003), and the author of the hybrid work A Monster's Notes (Knopf, 2009), which re-examines the un-named monster in Mary Shelley's Frankenstein.

Her poems have been included in two volumes of Best American Poetry and three volumes of The Pushcart Prize: Best of the Small Presses.

About Sheck's work, the poet C. K. Williams has said, "Rarely, if ever, has the contemporary lyric been both so pure and so informed with varieties of experience." The poet Rita Dove has said, "Laurie Sheck is a modern shaman...'Listen carefully.' she whispers; and you do, because your life depends on it."

Her honors include fellowships from the Guggenheim Foundation, the Ingram Merrill Foundation, the National Endowment for the Arts, and the New Jersey State Council for the Arts. She has also been a fellow at the Radcliffe Institute for Advanced Study and at the Cullman Center for Scholars and Writers at the New York Public Library.

Laurie Sheck has been a member of the creative writing faculty at Princeton University, and currently teaches in the M.F.A. program at the New School. She lives in New York City.

Selected Bibliography

A Monster's Notes (Knopf, 2009)
Captivity (Knopf, 2007)
Black Series (Knopf, 2001)
The Willow Grove (Knopf, 1996)
Io at Night (Knopf, 1990)
Aamaranth (Knopf, 1981)

by this poet

Then I came to an edge of very calm
But couldn’t stay there. It was the washed greenblue mapmakers use to indicate
Inlets and coves, softbroken contours where the land leaves off
And water lies plainly, as if lamped by its own justice. I hardly know how to say how it was
Though it spoke to me most kindly,

Stein asked what is the difference. She did not ask what is the sameness. Did not ask what like is. Or proximity.  Resemblance. Did not ask what child of what patriarch what height what depth didn’t use a question mark but still wondered at the difference what mutinies it carries over what vast Arctic what far