Indiana Writers—Norbert Krapf
Indiana Poet Laureate Norbert Krapf answers a student's question
following his reading in Center Hall on Monday.
"I have always believed that any story set deeply in one time and place, if told well, speaks for other times, places, and people. To put it another way, a sense of time and place travels and settles well. A life lived deeply anywhere resonates beyond the context of its specifics."
from The Ripest Moments: A Southern Indiana Childhood
"I have always believed that any story set deeply in one time and place, if told well, speaks for other times, places, and people. To put it another way, a sense of time and place travels and settles well. A life lived deeply anywhere resonates beyond the context of its specifics."
from The Ripest Moments: A Southern Indiana Childhood
from The Language of Place
You have no name for it
but feel it pull on you
when you enter the hills,
like a forgotten language
a part of you spoke
thousands of years ago.
but feel it pull on you
when you enter the hills,
like a forgotten language
a part of you spoke
thousands of years ago.
Professor Emeritus of English Don Herring H’84 attended all three
sessions with Indiana writers this fall. "I consider myself a Hoosier,"
said the Clinton, North Carolina native who has taught at the College
for almost 40 years. "These writers have been very good—all three of
them. I enjoy hearing the work in their voices."
Professor of Modern Languages Greg Redding ’88 introduced Krapf.
"Reading Norbert's work helps me understand where I come from and how I
fit into this landscape," the Hoosier native said. Redding and Quality
of Life Grant Facilitator Laura Conners organized and hosted the
Experience Indiana Writers series.
from The Woods of Southern Indiana
The woods of southern Indiana
are filled with wild animals
that roam all night. When lights
go out in farmhouses, they creep
out of woods, explore barnyards,
sniff garbage cans, raid chicken
pens, drift back into the hills
at the first hint of light. When I moved away from southern
Indiana, a part of me broke loose
and joined those wild animals…
The woods of southern Indiana
are filled with wild animals
that roam all night. When lights
go out in farmhouses, they creep
out of woods, explore barnyards,
sniff garbage cans, raid chicken
pens, drift back into the hills
at the first hint of light. When I moved away from southern
Indiana, a part of me broke loose
and joined those wild animals…
The poet shows photographs from his book collaboration with well-known
Indiana landscape photographer Darryl Jones.
Author Michael Martone opened the Indiana Writer's Series at Wabash this
fall, arriving on the day of Chapel Sing.
During his reading, Michael Martone spoke about his father, who recalled
playing football against Wabash and seeing the trains stopped on the
tracks by Little Giant Stadium, the engineer and others watching the
game from the locomotive.