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What Famous Person Ever Would Do This?
by Julia Stockton and Collins Walker
70 pages
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Julia Stockton, who died in 2014, only published a few poems during her lifetime. Now, for the first time, we can read the poems this brilliant poet kept secret from the world.
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Ebook
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$5.99
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Category: Poetry
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About the Book
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Julia Stockton, who died in 2014, only published a few poems during her lifetime. Now, for the first time, we can read the poems this brilliant poet kept secret from the world. From the 360 entries found in her poetry notebooks (many of them duplicates or unfinished compositions) less than 40 finished poems are represented here. Sometimes hearth-warm, sometimes stone-cold, often erudite, just as often blue-collar, these are the dismissive, yearning, pessimistic, conflicted, joyful and transcendent poems that are as complicated as she was. Have a look.
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| About the Author |
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Julia Stockton grew up in Knoxville, where her father was an English professor at the University of Tennessee. Her parents both suffered catastrophic illnesses and at an early age she went to live with her aunt and uncle in Greenville, SC. During high school she went to the Phillips Exeter Academy in New Hampshire and from there entered Yale University were she was very unhappy. Julia found her way to central North Carolina and began working in restaurants to support herself. She waited tables, baked, developed recipes and menus, all the while earning a BA from the University of North Carolina at Chapel Hill. The two themes of food and language shaped her adult life. Julia was in a writing group for decades, led by a beloved English professor, Robert Kirkpatrick. It was said that Julia could dissect a poem and find what's wrong with it at warp speed, the same speed at which she could whip up a key lime pie. Anyone who knew Julia even slightly knew she had a keen eye and sharp tongue for criticism. A skill she used to refine her own superlative poetry. |
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