Rusty Morrison’s book of poems the true keeps calm biding its story was chosen by Susan Howe for the Poetry Society of America’s DiCastagnola Award for a manuscript-in-progress, the Sawtooth Poetry Prize, chosen by Peter Gizzi, and was then selected by Rae Armantrout, Claudia Rankine, and Bruce Smith for the Academy of American Poet’s James Laughlin Award. Her previous book Whethering won the Colorado Prize for Poetry, selected by Forrest Gander. She lives in Richmond, California, and is Omnidawn’s co-publisher.

Other poems by Rusty Morrison in Verse Daily:
April 6, 2008:   "Please Advise Stop" "with practice a memory like a voice can be thrown into any unsuspecting object stop..."

Books by Rusty Morrison:

Other poems on the web by Rusty Morrison:
"After urgency"
Three poems
Two poems
"The eyes"
"After urgency"
Three poems
"The eyes"
Three poems
[just long enough to dry my eyes and not to want to reopen them stop]
"please advise stop"

Rusty Morrison's Website.

Rusty Morrison According to Wikipedia.

About After Urgency:

"The question underlying After Urgency is how to go on—a question that presses even when we can do nothing else—and each poem in this collection posits a hard-wrestled, multiplying answer of gorgeous continuance. Rusty Morrison instantiates idea and feeling in ways unlike any other poet now writing. The intelligence and aliveness here are omnidirectional. Inhabiting extremity with speech’s own vision and musics, Morrison’s image-assertions are uncanny in their inter-mixing of inner and outer, of precision and threshold-awareness. This is a hallmark book of grief and life."
—Jane Hirshfield

"What contract does lyric language make with the world? From out of this series of elegies for her parents, Rusty Morrison derives the contract’s first tenet: 'Essential in the verbal performance of any statement/is its mortality.' From the poet’s poignant reckoning with her own concomitant mortality a Keatsian full-throatedness emerges, but what makes Morrison a post-modern is the way she pairs lyric’s mimesis of interiority with philosophy’s relentless self-scrutiny, “demand[ing] of composition that its contrivance come apart.” The resulting poems revise the basic terms of mourning and the generic tropes of elegy. 'Not ‘death’ as the word it was,' she writes, 'but an opening where the whole history of ideas might pass through, undetected.' This openness to ideas underwrites Morrison’s refusal to be satisfied with metaphor, simile, and personification, fundamental tools of the Romantic lyric. 'Is the visible all reproduction?' she asks, and, in the wake of this question, cites figuration’s failure to render visible anything more than the poet’s own fancy: 'Visiting again the hawthorn, which I will not/embed with the more vivid, the charmed life,' she writes ruefully, 'this will be my model for every pact/I make with emptiness.' 'Released from the guilt of order and arrangement,' After Urgency transforms the private ritual of mourning into its own form of ethics, a practice as old as Antigone, and as tragic."
—Brian Teare

"After Urgency is a wonder of nuanced meditations. It is tempting just to fill up the rest of this paragraph with a few of Morrison’s many—very many—exquisite observations of sights and emotions: 'On the back of late day, a clabbered shine'; 'A sky low enough for an ant to walk across'; 'I stop several times—a form of branching / Which is also a form of being severed.' But space should be spared to stress the astonishing originality of the book as an elegy ('I say ‘Father,’ the view roughens in reply. / I say ‘Mother,’ and the sandy shoal underfoot tosses and flows, school of startled minnows'). Nearly numb as they descend one by one down the ladder of the page into an abyss of silence, the lines are nonetheless continuously arresting in their delicate analyses of grief, its inflections and inexhaustible dimensions, its scald and duration, the way it triggers and owns perceptions: 'Heard the earth inventing gravel': 'crickets / scratch against sunset’s bronze.' If there is a phenomenology of grief, Morrison is its furthest explorer—even, its master."
—Cal Bedient