Academic career Revard first taught at. Louis Gourd Dancers and Phi Beta Kappa. Among the organizations to which Carter belongs are the Modern Language Association, the American Indian Center of St. Two collections of his poems have been published by in Oklahoma: Ponca War Dancers 1980 and Cowboys and Indians Christmas Shopping 1992. Carter Revard Carter Revard Carter Revard, part Osage on his father's side, was given his Osage name in 1952 in Pawhuska, the Agency town where he was born, by his grandmother, Mrs.
In August 1968 he gave a paper on this work in to the Association for Computational Machinery. Revard went to a one-room rural school, and during his senior year he and his sister worked as the school's janitors. In most of his works, he interweaves poetry, recollections and short, sometimes stories. His early education on the Osage was in a single room with all the other grades of his school. Users agree not to download, copy, modify, sell, lease, rent, reprint, or otherwise distribute these materials, or to link to these materials on another web site, without authorization of the Oklahoma Historical Society.
He has been a visiting professor at the University of Tulsa and the. Revard never knew his biological father, who left the family when Revard and his sister were infants. Louis as board member, Secretary and President. Louis, and as a Visiting Professor at the University of Tulsa and University of Oklahoma. He graduated from Bartlesville College High, winning a radio quiz scholarship to the University of Tulsa, where he took a B. They lack antennae and can't be made to grasp your lawful proclamation that they are our lawful food and prey and slaves nor can they seem to learn their body-space is needed to materialize our oxygen absorbers — which they conceive are breathing and thinking creatures whom they implore at first as angels or later as devils when they are being snuffed out by an absorber swelling into their space.
He grew up in the Buck Creek Valley about 20 miles east, where he and his twin sister were among seven siblings. He later earned a PhD in English from Yale University. Revard has also been a visiting professor at the universities of and the. Louis Gourd Dancers and Phi Beta Kappa. They lack antennae and can't be made to grasp your lawful proclamation that they are our lawful food and prey and slaves nor can they seem to learn their body-space is needed to materialize our oxygen absorbers — which they conceive are breathing and thinking creatures whom they implore at first as angels or later as devils when they are being snuffed out by an absorber swelling into their space. I would love to have it on tape.
Dean Rader and Janice Gould Tucson, Ariz. Revard has published several books, the best known of which is probably An Eagle Nation 1997. Awards Carter is the 2005 Lifetime Achievement Award winner from the Native Writers' Circle of the Americas. That same year, he became one of the first Native Americans to receive a Rhodes Scholarship to study at Oxford University in England. He then took a B. Since 1961 he has taught at Washington University, St. Louis, Missouri, in 1961, he taught medieval literature and, later on, American Indian literature, until his retirement in 1997.
His first two collections of poetry, My Right Hand Don't Leave Me No More 1970 and Nonymosity 1980 , exhibit little of his Indian heritage and milieu, but his third collection, Ponca War Dancers 1980 , does so and has become a minor classic in contemporary American Indian poetry. What I walked down to the highway for, through the summer dawn, was the Sunday funnies, or so I thought— but what I remember reading there in the shadowless light among meadowlarks singing was tracks in the deep warm dust of the lane, where it parted with its beige dryness the meadow's dew— the sleek trail where a snake had crossed and slid into tall grass; the stippled parallels with marks between them where a black blister-beetle had dragged its bulbous belly across in search of weeds more green; the labyrinth of lacelike dimples left by a speed-freak tiger-beetles's sprints that ended where it took wing with a little blur of dust-grains; and stepping through the beetle-trails, the wedge-heels and sharp-clawed hands of skunk-track crossing unhurried and walking along the ditch to find an easy place for climbing; not far past that, a line of cat-prints running straight down the lane and ending with deep marks where it leaped across the ditch to the meadow for birds asleep or wandering baby rabbits: and freshly placed this morning, the slender runes of bob-whites running, scuffles of dustbaths taken— and there ahead crouched low at the lane-edge under purple pokeweed-berries four quail had seen me, and when I walked slowly on toward them, instead of flying they ran with a fluid scuttling on down the lane and stopped frozen till I came too close —then quietly when I expected an explosion of wings they took off low and whispering and sailed, rocking and tilting out over the meadow's tall bluestem, dropped down and were gone until I heard them whistling, down by the little pond, and whistled back so sharply that when I got back to the house they still were answering and one flew into the elm and whistled from its shadows up over the porch where I sat reading the funnies while the kittens played with the headlines till when the first gold sunlight tipped the elm's leaves he flew back out to the meadow and sank down into the sun-brilliant dew on curving wings, and my brothers and sisters waked by the whistling came pouring out onto the porch and claimed their share of the Sunday funnies— and I went on to read the headlines of World War Two, with maps of the struggling armies leaving tank-tracks over the dunes of Libya and the navies churning their wakes of phosphorescence in the Coral Sea where the ships went down on fire and the waves bobbed and flamed with the maimed survivors , screaming in Japanese or English until their gasoline-blistered heads sank down to the tiger sharks and the war was lost or won for children sitting in sunlight, believing their cause was just and knowing it would prevail, as the dew vanished away. He has served the American Indian Center of St. When Revard grounds his work in the histories and lands around Oklahoma, his poetry is resonant and useful for drawing connections between phases of time—such as the past and present—that might not be as distinct as many readers think. Two prose works, Family Matters, Tribal Affairs 1998 and Winning the Dust Bowl 2001 , a collection of essays and an autobiography, respectively, amplify his poetry exceedingly well.
The children were taught up to the eighth grade in a one-room schoolhouse on the Osage. Point Riders Press, copyright 1980. Louis, the University of Tulsa, and the University of Oklahoma. Despite being an international sophisticate who still accompanies his wife, a scholar of Greek , to Rome or to Paris, Carter has never lost his ties with family: Irish, Scotch-Irish, French, Osage, Ponca, Comanche, Otoe and Lakota. After returning to the United States, he was encouraged by Eikenberry to do further graduate work.
Revard has also produced scholarly work on specifically on the transition between and later forms of the language and. In retirement he is endlessly patient with the subscribers to the Native Lit email bulletin board, which is how I know him. He continues to reside in St. In 2000, Carter was named Writer of the year - Autobiography for Family Matters, Tribal Affairs by the Wordcraft Circle of Native Writers. Creative writings Revard has also written poetry, essays and memoirs. He first aught at Amherst College, and moved to Washington University in St. Family Matters, Tribal Affairs by Carter Revard.