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Find somebody to watch the kids while you giggle through today’s poem. Happy reading.
Respected editor, publisher, writer and poet, Paul Ruffin often relied upon his experiences growing up in the South as a foundation for his stories.
He was born in Millport, Alabama, and grew up outside Columbus, Mississippi. After serving in the U.S. Army, Ruffin earned both his bachelor’s and master’s degrees in English at Mississippi State University.
He took post-graduate courses at the University of Southampton in England and graduated with his doctoral degree from the Center for Writers and the University of Southern Mississippi in 1974.
He accepted a position at Sam Houston State University where he founded The Texas Review—an international literary journal—and Texas Review Press, a member of the Texas A&M University Press Consortium.
Karla K. Morton, 2010 Texas Poet Laureate, said, “His work at The Texas Review Press elevated the whole of Texas Letters.”
Throughout the years, Ruffin worked tirelessly to promote the press and its authors, once giving his views on university presses moving toward digital books as opposed to traditional ink-on-paper.
“We’re fulfilling the ancient role of the university press and that is to produce books. I don’t want to give up the book because it is an art,” he said.
During his extensive writing career, he published more than 1,500 poems, 100-plus stories, and more than 90 essays in magazines and journals. His work also has appeared in numerous anthologies and textbooks. In addition, he wrote a weekly column that appeared in several newspapers in Texas and Mississippi. In 2009, he was named Texas State Poet Laureate.
In a 2009 article in SHSU’s Heritage Magazine, Ruffin was described as someone who “loves football, shooting, riding his tractor, maintaining his truck, and doing his own carpentry, electric, and plumbing work…not exactly the stereotypical image of a person who loves words and is a master of arranging them into beautifully crafted poems and other literary works.”
-bio via Sam Houston State University
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0:00.0 | Welcome back to the Daily Poem, a podcast from Goldberry Studios. |
0:04.4 | I'm Sean Johnson, and today is Tuesday, April 30th, 2004. |
0:09.2 | Today's poem is by Paul Ruffin, and it's called We Write Nasty Notes at the Academic Conference. |
0:15.7 | I'll read it once, offer a few comments, and then read it one more time. |
0:20.6 | One note, I would argue that the content of this poem is rather demure, |
0:25.3 | but it may introduce some topics that you will have to explain to the more curious of our younger audience. |
0:35.1 | So if that's an experience you'd rather avoid, maybe listen to it on |
0:38.8 | your own first. We write nasty notes at the academic conference. In this place of high seriousness, |
0:49.7 | we giggle and rub feet beneath the table. Somber scholars about us read over papers they will present. |
0:56.5 | We are away from the children two days, and we are not thinking like scholars. |
1:01.1 | I take a napkin, fold it in half, and write a proposition, slide it over. |
1:06.0 | She smiles and answers and slides the napkin back. |
1:09.3 | We know where this is going and what it will be like when we get there. |
1:13.1 | There will be no great surprises. We are over the age of fiery discovery in books and bodies and |
1:19.2 | care nothing for fad approaches. Freudian or Marxist or feminist, the 100 new positions. We are not |
1:27.4 | into deconstruction. |
1:29.6 | Our note is a simple back and forth of marital fun and nothing more. |
1:33.5 | We finish our drinks and smile, and I lead her by the hand to the elevator, |
1:37.7 | past those serious heads nodding at their papers. |
1:41.4 | We will learn nothing new where we are going and deliver nothing new. Yet something will |
1:46.8 | tremble in the universe. Stars will flash and tumble. In our small season, suns will spin. |
1:54.5 | We will leave no mark here, take nothing home to tell the others. The doors close and we ascend. |
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