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James Dickey
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born
February 02, 1923
died
January 19, 1997
place of birth
Atlanta, Georgia, The United States
genre
Literature & Fiction
about this author
Dickey was born in Atlanta, Georgia. After serving as a pilot in the Second World War, he attended Vanderbilt University. Having earned an MA in 1950, Dickey returned to military duty in the Korean War, serving with the US Air Force. Upon return to civilian life Dickey taught at Rice University in Texas and then at the University of Florida. From 1955 to 1961, he worked for advertising agencies in New York and Atlanta. After the publication of his first book, Into the Stone (Middletown, Conn., 1962), he left advertising and began teaching at various colleges and universities. He became poet-in-residence and Carolina Professor of English at the University of South Carolina.
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Deliverance by James Dickey avg rating 3.80 — 1,089 ratings — published 1971 11 editions |
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To the White Sea by James Dickey avg rating 3.84 — 131 ratings — published 1993 10 editions |
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The Whole Motion: Collected Poems, 1945-1992 by James Dickey avg rating 4.25 — 53 ratings — published 1992 2 editions |
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James Dickey Poems 1957-1967 by James Dickey avg rating 4.26 — 35 ratings — published 1967 2 editions |
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Buckdancer's Choice: Poems (Wesleyan Poetry Series) by James Dickey avg rating 4.00 — 23 ratings — published 1965 |
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James Dickey: The Selected Poems by James Dickey avg rating 3.84 — 19 ratings — published 1998 |
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Alnilam by James Dickey avg rating 3.43 — 14 ratings — published 1987 2 editions |
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Drowning with Others by James Dickey avg rating 3.86 — 7 ratings — published 1962 |
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The Central Motion: Poems, 1968-1979 by James Dickey avg rating 4.00 — 6 ratings — published 1983 2 editions |
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Babel to Byzantium: Poets and Poetry Now by James Dickey avg rating 3.67 — 6 ratings — published 1971 3 editions |
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"... Up telephone poles,
Which rear, half out of leavage
As though they would shriek
Like things smothered by their own
Green, mindless, unkillable ghosts.
In Georgia, the legend says
That you must close your windows
At night to keep it out of the house
The glass is tinged with green, even so,
As the tendrils crawl over the fields.
The night the Kudzu has
Your pasture, you sleep like the dead.
Silence has grown oriental
And you cannot step upon the ground...
ALL: Kudzu by James Dickey"
— James Dickey
Which rear, half out of leavage
As though they would shriek
Like things smothered by their own
Green, mindless, unkillable ghosts.
In Georgia, the legend says
That you must close your windows
At night to keep it out of the house
The glass is tinged with green, even so,
As the tendrils crawl over the fields.
The night the Kudzu has
Your pasture, you sleep like the dead.
Silence has grown oriental
And you cannot step upon the ground...
ALL: Kudzu by James Dickey"
— James Dickey
""'I just believe,' he said, 'that the whole thing is going to be reduced to the human body, once and for all. I want to be ready.... I think the machines are going to fail, the political systems are going to fail, and a few men are going to take to the hills and start over.... I had an air-raid shelter built,' he said. 'I'll take you down there sometime. We've got double doors and stocks of bouillon and bully beef for a couple of years at least. We've got games for the kids, and a record player and a whole set of records on how to play the recorder and get up a family recorder group. But I went down there one day and sat for a while. I decided that survival was not in the rivets and the metal, and not in the double-sealed doors and not in the marbles of Chinese checkers. It was in me. It came down to the man, and what he could do. The body is the one thing you can't fake; it's just got to be there.... At times I get the feeling I can't wait. Life is so fucked-up now, and so complicated, that I wouldn't mind if it came down, right quick, to the bare survival of who was ready to survive. You might say I've got the survival craze, the real bug. And to tell you the truth I don't think most other people have. They might cry and tear their hair and be ready for some short hysterical violence or other, but I think most of them wouldn't be too happy to give down and get it over with.... If everything wasn't dead, you could make a kind of life that wasn't out of touch with everything, with other forms of life. Where the seasons would mean something, would mean everything. Where you could hunt as you needed to, and maybe do a little light farming, and get along. You'd die early, and you'd suffer, and your children would suffer, but you'd be in touch.'""
— James Dickey (Deliverance)
— James Dickey (Deliverance)
"With my foot on the water, I feel
The moon outside,
Take on the utmost of its power.
I rise and go out through the boats.
I set my broad soul upon silver,
On the skin of the sky, on the moonlight,
Stepping outward from the earth onto water
In quest of the miracle."
— James Dickey
The moon outside,
Take on the utmost of its power.
I rise and go out through the boats.
I set my broad soul upon silver,
On the skin of the sky, on the moonlight,
Stepping outward from the earth onto water
In quest of the miracle."
— James Dickey
















