Clarinda Harriss

Professor of English

Department of English
Towson University
Towson, Maryland 21252
 
 

Office: Linthicum 301E
Office Hours: Before and after classes, or by appointment
Email: charriss@towson.edu
Office Phone: 410-704-2869

Courses I teach:

PRWR647: Graduate Poetry Seminar

English 417:  Editing Grub Street

English 311: Writing Poetry

English 261: Tradition and Form in Western Poetry

Areas of Interest and Scholarship:

Poetry:  Contemporary, "Confessional," Medieval through 17th Century,Women's, etc.

Poetics and prosody

Medieval literature and language

Prose Fiction and Essays

Prison Literature

Feminist Literature

Book Reviewing

Editing and Directing a Literary Press

Board Memberships:

The H.L Mencken Society

The Edgar Allan Poe Society

The Emmart Award for Literary Journalism

Board of Visitors, Villa Julie College

Interesting Web Resources:

BrickHouse Books Web Site
Cowboy Poetry
Beat Generation
Post Modern Culture
Bad Subjects
JHU Project Muse
Poetry
Internet Poetry Archive
Electronic Poetry Center

Books I've Written or Co-Authored:

     Poetry Collections, starting with most recent:

DIRTY BLUE VOICE  (pub. date August, 2007)

AIR TRAVEL

WHEN DIVAS DANCE (with Chezia Thompson and Kendra Kopelke)

LICENSE RENEWAL FOR THE BLIND

THE NIGHT PARROT

THE BONE TREE

     Academic:

FORMS OF VERSE, BRITISH AND AMERICAN

THE PEARL (translation into modern English of book-length Middle English poem, with Dr. Sara deFord and others)

Books I've Edited Recently:

John L. Herman, THE INNKEEPER TALES

Jan-Mitchell Sherrill, THE KIT POEMS and GUNFIRE IN OZ

Donald Richardson, ONE BIG POEM

Christopher Bouchard, THREE-FACED BOY

Richard Fein, REVERSIONS and MOTHER TONGUE

 

 

l Local Fauna (from AIR TRAVEL)

 Lively, yes, but nothing’s lovely under the Chesapeake,

prettiness can’t live in that silt.

Crabs in heat do an idiot gavotte and make blue babies.

Those washed-up horseshoe 

shells have a Vehrmacht helmet look, and what

are those vile

sucker-guts that get stuck to our insteps? 

The flexing mussels

are less iridescent than a mechanic’s oily blue coverall

or oil on asphalt.

Porpoises’ cartoon monkeyshines stir up dirty foam.

                      Only sometimes

 when a white late-summer dime of sun

dribbles a stream

of powdery light through the junk and murk, you see

some pale translucent

jelly waft like Loe Fuller’s blooming silks, writhe

like ghosts of smoke

over Sonny Stitt’s and Sonny Rollins’ steaming saxes

in the whiskey-brown

velvet deeps of the Red Fox Club, circa 1960,

down there

next to the Tijuana Lounge on Fulton Street.

 

Bondo   (an acrostic)

 Be wary

of the guy who knows how to paint

new shine over old parts.  The

doors may be rusty, the fenders made of glue.

 

Oh, he’ll tell you it’s a

rare find, one of a kind,

 

better than new, and who cares what the

odometer says?

No use kicking the tires, you’re going to buy it,

drive it home, pump gas into it,

open it up on the freeway till it quits on you.

 

 

For additional information, please contact Clarinda Harriss through her e-mail address mailto:harriss@towson.edu, or you can write to her care of the English Department, Towson University, Towson, Maryland 21252.