RITA SIMS QUILLEN

Author of novels WAYLAND, HIDING EZRA & poetry collection THE MAD FARMER'S WIFE

Rita Quillen’s novel Hiding Ezra is forthcoming in 2014 from Little Creek Books; it was a finalist in the 2005 DANA Awards competition, and a chapter of the novel is included in the new scholarly study of Appalachian dialect just published by the University of Kentucky Press entitled Talking Appalachian.

One of six finalists for the 2012-14 Poet Laureate of Virginia, her poetry received a Pushcart nomination as well as a Best of the Net nomination in 2012. Her most recent collection Her Secret Dream, new and selected poems, is from Wind Press in Kentucky and was named the Outstanding Poetry Book of the Year by the Appalachian Writers Association in 2008.  Previous works are poetry collections October Dusk and Counting The Sums, as well as a book of essays Looking for Native Ground: Contemporary Appalachian Poetry.

 She lives and farms on Early Autumn Farm in Scott County, Virginia.

          FINALIST FOR THE WEATHERFORD AWARD IN APPALACHIAN LITERATURE for Poetry--2016, presented by                    Berea College --- THE MAD FARMER'S WIFE

Cover Quotes for THE MAD FARMER’S WIFE

 

In this collection Rita Quillen reveals the distinctiveness and depth of her poetry. Here the mountains speak, and the poet speaks to and of the mountains. These poems are an homage and complement to Wendell Berry’s Mad Farmer poems, bringing a rural time and place vividly alive. They are poems of history and memory, the bonds of family and land, motherhood and loss. Quillen celebrates the poetry of work and prayer, honoring a woman’s loneliness, and kinship with wildlife, and moments of surprising humor, moments of intense connection, fierce love.

----Robert Morgan, author of Gap Creek

 

This book has a strong heart, sharp eyes, a clear mind, a lively and honest tongue, a singing voice, and a passionate soul.  It mourns the world we’ve lost at the same it deeply relishes the life we still have on this earth.  Read Rita Quillen’s The Mad Farmer’s Wife as an act of thanking your lucky stars.

--David Huddle, author of Glory River, Blacksnake at the Family Reunion, and Dream Sender

 

All good poetry offers up a haunting line that begs to be pulled out of its narrative, in order to redeem innumerable personal narratives. Rita Quillen’s collection The Mad Farmer’s Wife is rich in memorable verses that compel us to look deeply into our own plowed and unplowed lives. “There is a reason I am ritual,” we read, “Every kind of metaphor,/ The only balm for every kind of sore.” Quillen exposes, often to heal, the tender spots of our own lives through poems that parallel, brilliantly, the balance between acceptance and resistance that characterize the poet and the farmer (Quillen is both), a shared indebtedness to a richly worded land. How fortunate we are—page after page, metaphor in hand—to be partakers of such bounty.

--Sofia M. Starnes, Poet Laureate of Virginia 2012-14

 

The long-awaited gathering of poems from The Mad Farmer's Wife--offering her take on life on the land, playing off the wonderful poetic persona, The Mad Farmer, created by KY poet and essayist Wendell Berry. (Due out soon from Texas Review Press, a …

The long-awaited gathering of poems from The Mad Farmer's Wife--offering her take on life on the land, playing off the wonderful poetic persona, The Mad Farmer, created by KY poet and essayist Wendell Berry. (Due out soon from Texas Review Press, a member of the Texas A&M Consortium)

The Mad Farmer’s Wife is a response to a life lived on a mountain cattle farm in Southwest Virginia and also to a poetic persona created by noted Kentucky poet and essayist Wendell Berry over thirty years ago: the Mad Farmer. In a world increasingly detached from the land that supplies our all our essential resources, The Mad Farmer’s Wife tries to help us understand the complexity and challenge of living that life in today’s economy and the dark life and death struggles that are a routine part of farm living.
 
Prayer of the Mad Farmer’s Wife
 
May the weeds grow into heart-shaped hedges
Giving symmetry and order to ragged fields
That August sun has turned loose and ugly
Let sunburned calves and their tired mothers
Find a pool of winter—cool shade
Between woods and creek at our world’s edge.
I am lost on a heat-shimmering quilt
Just yards from an open door where
My children watch for the relief of nightfall
And aimless bees and flies look to me
Saying, “You must know something.”
Let there be silence once again
As voices dwindle to snowsoft murmur
My life rising anew from behind the mountain.

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