USI poet traveling to Los Angeles for NAACP Awards

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New University of Southern Indiana English faculty member Marcus Wicker will rub elbows with the likes of Denzel Washington, Alicia Keys, Halle Berry, Queen Latifah, LL Cool J, and many more celebrities at the 44th Annual NAACP Image Awards in Los Angeles on February 1. The awards show will air live at 7 p.m. CST on NBC.

Wicker, whose debut book of poetry Maybe the Saddest Thing was published by Harper Perrenial (a paperback imprint of HarperCollins Publishers) in October, is nominated for an Outstanding Literary Work-Poetry Award along with U.S. Poet Laureate Natasha Trethewey and other noted poets.

Wicker joined USI in fall 2012 as assistant professor of English. He is poetry editor of Southern Indiana Review, the University’s literary magazine, and is leading the New Harmony Writers Retreat, which will launch in summer 2014.

Wicker was introduced to poetry through slam poetry performances when he was a teenager in Ann Arbor, Michigan. “I’d been writing in a journal, and I didn’t know if it was poetry or not, but I saw students perform. The subject matter was similar, but they seemed so fearless. I thought, ‘I have to do that. I have to try.’”

He earned his bachelor’s degree at Western Michigan University in Kalamazoo and Master of Fine Arts degree from Indiana University in 2010, and then spent seven months at the Fine Arts Work Center in Provincetown, Massachusetts, where he worked on his book.

Through a Wayne State University program called InsideOut, he served for a year as Writer-in-Residence for the Detroit public schools, completing the residency in spring 2012, and taught an intensive workshop at the Martha’s Vineyard Institute for Creative Writing last summer.

Wicker was featured in the December issue of Ebony magazine and is in current issues of Poets and Writers and Slate.

His book was selected by D. A. Powell for publication by Harper Perennial as one of five winners of the National Poetry Series Competition. It wasn’t the first contest he entered.

After graduate school, he entered his manuscript in 18 contests. “You apply, send $25, $40, or $50 and the manuscript, and you cross your fingers,” he said. In retrospect, he’s glad he didn’t win those contests (though he was a finalist for the Beatrice Hawley Award).

His manuscript, “heavily revised,” won the National Poetry Series in a second round of submissions. “That’s the prize everybody wants,” he said.

At USI, Wicker teaches creative writing courses. “USI is an exciting place to work. The faculty is so young, with lots of energy – they are publishing and taking on responsibilities not in their job description. People seem to be really thriving here.”

The ceremony for the NAACP’s literary Image Awards will be held the night before the star-studded television broadcast, but Wicker will attend both, and there’s one celebrity he’s anxious to meet. “I’d like to meet Kerry Washington and ask her out,” he said.

Before he heads to Los Angeles, Wicker and Dr. Annette Parks, chair of the University of Evansville History Department, will be featured in the second annual Soul Writers’ Guild Authors’ Book Fair and Reception from 6 to 8 p.m. Friday, January 25, at the Evansville African American Museum.

Source: USI.edu

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  1. Marcus Wicker

    The Break Beat Break
    originates from “Break Beat.” As in,
    the faithful kick drum ride cymbal solo pattern
    that never fails to unlock a host of holy ghosts

    in any b-boy with a pulse. As in, James Brown.
    Anything by James. As in, the “Amen Break”—
    six seconds of a liquored-up Gospel B-side.

    The break in Break Beat Break comes from you.
    It is part of our collective audio unconscious.
    A pause for the cause. The cause being the body’s

    never-ending addiction to movement, which, spun
    backwards on a turntable, would likely reveal
    a link to thought. It happens on a deserted island

    of a song, when a funky-ass fault line rips through
    your bass induced Buddhist empty state and you
    start thinking, Damn. What breed of human am I?

    What type of man walks around with rhythm rattling
    the trunk of his dome? And wherever you are you run
    to the closest piece of light-reflecting glass, say Oh

    that’s right, I do. You become a drum-dumb addict
    and never recover. You let the Break Beat Break
    into your closet. Headphones on, you nod toward

    high water cords, think Yeah, that’s me.
    My walk alone could make tight pants fit.
    You bounce to the bathroom absentminded, brush

    teeth with Break Beat Breaks. They start
    looking like moldy gold fronts, and you say
    Yo, this yellow is classic! An unfilled cavity.

    You’d gladly crumble a break into a blunt
    wrapper, roll it up and smoke if you could
    keep that Mighty Midas High in your body

    for even 30 days. Baby, when the break starts
    knocking everything you think turns to music.
    And dancing never felt so motherfucking right.

    * * * * * * * * * * * *
    * * * * * * * * * * * *

    My what talent. Can hardly wait for his next contribution.

    ___

    • You should hear this guy count to 10.

      MFin 1, MFin 2, MFin 3, MFin 4, MFin 5, MFin 6, MFin 7, MFin 8, MFin 9, MFin 10

      The garbage that passes for art is truly astonishing.

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