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Major Jackson

1968- , Philadelphia , PA , United States
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Major Jackson was born and raised in Philadelphia, where he pursued his degree in accounting at Temple University.

In the late 1990s, he joined the Dark Room Collective, an organization that gave greater visibility to emerging and established writers of color and included Thomas Sayers Ellis, John Keene, Janice Lowe, Carl PhillipsTracy K. SmithSharan StrangeNatasha Trethewey, Artress Bethany White, and Kevin Young, among others.

He is the author of Roll Deep (W. W. Norton, 2015), Holding Company (W. W. Norton, 2010), Hoops (W. W. Norton, 2006), and Leaving Saturn (University of Georgia, 2002), winner of the 2001 Cave Canem Poetry Prize and a finalist for a National Book Critics Award Circle. 

He is a recipient of a Whiting Writers' Award and has been honored by a National Endowment for the Arts fellowship and the Pew Fellowship in the Arts and the Witter Bynner Foundation in conjunction with the Library of Congress. He also was a creative arts fellow at the Radcliffe Institute for Advanced Study at Harvard University and the Jack Kerouac Writer-in-Residence at University of Massachusetts, Lowell. Currently, he serves as the poetry editor of the Harvard Review.

Jackson teaches at the Bennington Writing Seminars and University of Vermont, where he is the Richard Dennis Green and Gold Professor. He lives in South Burlington, Vermont.


Bibliography

Roll Deep (W. W. Norton, 2015)
Holding Company (W. W. Norton, 2010)
Hoops (W. W. Norton, 2006)
Leaving Saturn (University of Georgia, 2002)

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as though approving our gentle walk in Woodstock,
and the oak leaves yellowing this early morning
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for Mark Strand

Beneath canopies of green, unionists marched doggedly
outside The Embassy. Their din was no match
for light lancing through leaves of madrone trees
lining the Paseo then flashing off glossy black Maybachs
skidding round a plaza like a monarch