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PSS Summer '12

Poetic Justice

Cory Andrews

CORY ANDREWS ’12

Hometown: York, Pennsylvania

Major: English

Beyond HWS: Andrews is applying to graduate programs for an MFA or Ph.D. in creative writing.

  • First student to declare a minor in Social Justice Studies
  • Interned with the literary journal
  • Seneca Review
  • Hobart Heritage Scholar 2010
  • Graduated summa cum laude with Honors in English

“Itransferred to Hobart my sophomore year. I had received information from the Colleges when I was a senior in high school, so when I started to think about transferring I reconnected with HWS. Coming to Geneva and seeing the campus helped hook me, but I also got the sense that the faculty at the Colleges had a lot of depth. The English faculty in particular, which was the area I was interested in, seemed so well- rounded; there were no weak links. During my time here, I’ve found that assessment to be true.

During the spring semester of my junior year, I began writing poetry in Assistant Professor of English Caroline Manring’s course “Introduction to Creative Writing.” I had never written poetry before that point, but writing poetry ended up being something that I enjoyed. It spurred me to take every poetry class I could, in addition to embarking on a creative Honors thesis in poetry. Professor Manring teaches the poem as a thing connected to the body, rather than an abstract riddle with a lock and missing key. As a student, when you begin to make those distinctions, it’s powerful.

I also took Assistant Professor of Philosophy Karen Frost- Arnold’s course “Feminism: Ethics & Knowledge,” and she is the reason why I became interested in social justice. I remember being taken by how fairly and attentively she handled all opinions and points of view. Even though we were learning about bias and discrimination that certain privileged social groups may hold, nothing was ever set up in terms of “this way of thinking is right and this way of thinking is wrong.” That class, and subsequent others taken with her, not only changed me but also helped me articulate how I think about social issues, which I think about daily now.”

 

Jefferson Yard Sale
Say it to the work bench,
to the neatly folded,
to the men with teeth and
blood-curled hair who
tell me it’s my
it’s not my fault I use Dante
to prop up the coffee table.
Let it be counted,
marked & piled. Keep me fast,
the yards are hanging,
ready to steal the kind of place—

 

The Way It Is
Suppose fences,
pin- drop town.
Streets at odds with
a traitorous scale.
Footsteps back.

Under packed-dirt skies
there hasn’t been a good drought
in a while & too soon
the temperature will never be at home.

The first thing you did against
the rules was dying. Then,
you got paint all over the carpet.