Because her disability has greatly affected Morrison's life, it is no surprise that her affliction has worked its way into her poetics. Morrison believes her poetry functions as translations. In essence, she feels that her work–––in a seemingly therapeutic manner–––translates bodily pain into spoken and written language. In the anthology Beauty is a Verb, Morrison writes, "As a poet, I have experienced directly the ways that a formal constraint can hone the clarity, intensity, and inspired power of a writing project. In similar ways, a physical constraint, such as illness, can engender surprising perceptual attunement in the body". When interviewed, Rusty had this to say about her poetics and disability: "I feel that illness has been a profound teacher, its lessons of limitation have opened me, and deepened my relationship to the formal work of the poem, the physical body of the poem/its form, and how that is always speaking a language that is embedded in content”. For Morrison, a constraint allows creativity to take place.
Honors and awards
Each year links to its corresponding " in poetry" article:
Each year links to its corresponding " in poetry" article:
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Periodicals and Anthologies
Morrison's work has been included in an anthology for the literary study of disability, titled Beauty is a Verb. Morrison’s poems have also appearedin literary journals and magazines including American Poetry Review, Boston Review, Chicago Review, Colorado Review, Gulf Coast, Lana Turner, New American Writing, Pleiades, Verse, and VOLT. Her critical writings and creative nonfictions have been published in journals including Chicago Review, Denver Quarterly, Poetry Flash, Verse, and in the anthology One Word: Contemporary Writers on the Words They Love or Loathe.
Reviews
Indeed, the remarkable correctness of language in The True Keeps Calm Biding its Story is its most incredible feature. Each individual line is condensed to a nearly symmetrical assemblage. Each poem is similarly made up of these constellated lines. Their stability is inherent, though each leads into the emptiness of mystery. Repeated descriptions which flicker through the whole offer a slim patterning. None of these poems stands as well in isolation. The extraordinarily delicate exposure of Morrison’s voice provides a ground on which to read the world. The True Keeps Calm Biding its Story is its own namesake: a small quiet patience within infinitely larger concentric universes of quiet patience.
In Rusty Morrison’s the true keeps calm biding its story, a sense of community, or even of communication between the poet and the reader, might easily be the last thing on a reader’s mind. Morrison’s collection dramatically foregrounds form—each poem consists of three stanzas of three unpunctuated lines, each line is right-justified, and each line ends with the word ‘stop’, ‘please’, or ‘advise.’... A hope here, that repetition that might clear off the trappings of material existence, lead us beyond this world and to some other place. Or maybe, as Robert Fink has written, in a study of Minimalist music, “We repeated ourselves into this culture. We might be able to repeat ourselves out.”