D. A. Powell wins $100,000 Kingsley Tufts Poetry Award
February 4, 2010—Graywolf Press is delighted to announce that
D. A. Powell has won the $100,000 Kingsley Tufts Poetry Award for his
latest collection, Chronic. The
prestigious award, founded in 1992, is given annually by Claremont Graduate
University to honor work by a midcareer poet. The awards will be presented on
Thursday, April 22, at the Pasadena Museum of California Art.
The
panel of final judges for the 2010 Kingsley Tufts Poetry Awards were Ted
Genoways, Linda Gregerson, Paul Muldoon, Carl Phillips, and Charles Harper
Webb.
Graywolf Press senior editor Jeffrey Shotts was thrilled with
the news. “D. A. Powell is one of the major poets of our time, and it’s
wonderful to have the Kingsley Tufts Award recognize that,” he said. “Considering
that Powell was selected by such a diverse committee of esteemed poets, that
makes it all the sweeter. And, of course, six figures doesn’t hurt either.”
Graywolf poet Matthea Harvey won the Kingsley Tufts Poetry Award
last year for her collection Modern Life.
By Sven Birkerts "These 19 witty and impassioned essays explore the ever-changing dynamic between
technology and the literary arts." —Publishers Weekly, starred review
FORTHCOMING AUGUST 2010
The retrospective collection by Eamon Grennan,
whose poetry “illuminates, clarifies, and directs our gaze toward what it is we
love but often overlook" (THE NEW YORKER)
By Mark Doty "A provocative collection of 19 edgy essays that reflect 19 unique
visions. . . . The overarching recognition that emerges from this
compelling forum is that the one home these insightful writers, and
their grateful readers, can count on is literature." —Booklist
By Tess Gallagher "Tess Gallagher is an excellent writer of prose who savors the elegance of simplicity
and whose stories resonate and linger." —The New York Times Book Review
By Carl Phillips "Out so much farther than our present pieties, attentive to no social
or sentimental voice, only passion's (so often ruinous, defiant of
upshot), it is not in every case, every poem, that Carl Phillips
triumphs over my timidity. As with Sappho and Pasolini, though, traces
of the winged god are everywhere unmistakable, even when this new poet
has kicked them over: it is a sacred entail his harsh graces make. I
for one am an awed (if lacerated) heir." —Richard Howard