Rebecca Seiferle

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Rebecca Seiferle is an American poet.

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[edit] Life

Seiferle has a BA from the University of the State of New York with a major in English and History, and a minor in Art History. In 1989, she received her MFA from Warren Wilson College.

She taught English and creative writing for a number of years at San Juan College and has taught at the Provincetown Fine Arts Center, Key West Literary Seminar,[1] Port Townsend Writers Conference, Gemini Ink, the Stonecoast MFA program She has been poet-in-residence at Brandeis University.

She has regularly reviewed for The Harvard Review and Calyx , and her work has appeared in Partisan Review, Boulevard, Prairie Schooner, The Southern Review, Alaska Quarterly Review,[2] Carolina Quarterly.[3] She is editor of The Drunken Boat.[4]

She lives with her family in Tucson, Arizona

[edit] Awards

Her first book, The Ripped-Out Seam won the Bogin Award from the Poetry Society of America, the Writers' Exchange Award from Poets & Writers, and the National Writers' Union Prize, and was a finalist for the Paterson Poetry Prize.

Her second collection, The Music We Dance To (Sheep Meadow 1999) won the 1998 Cecil Hemley Award from the Poetry Society of America. Her third poetry collection, Bitters, published by Copper Canyon Press, won the Western States Book Award and a Pushcart prize. Her translation of Vallejo's Trilce was a finalist for the 1992 PenWest Translation Award.

In 2004, she was awarded a literary fellowship from the Lannan Foundation.[5]

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It's one of those inexplicable moments where you are at a loss for words and the simple task before you remains undone: Write up a book review. But it can't be done when you have the magnitude of the river pressing down on you. It occurs to you, that is exactly how one goes about describing The Ripped Out Seam by Rebecca Seiferle. Her poems run by, at you in torrents, in a rush of words, rapid and seething. One single word tossed into the river ripples across the surface and sinks in deeply. But that's not where it settles. It's dug up again, tossed around, turned over and scrutinized until it takes on the shape and properties of stone, a rock, leaving a wound where a word was dug out. The book itself, a seamless river of stones, reader beware.[10]

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