James Applewhite - 1935
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I. Biography James Applewhite was born on August 8,1935 in Statonsburg, North Carolina. The population there is 7,650,789. He is currently living in Durham, North
Carolina with his wife and three children. He first received a BA from Duke University in 1935 for writing a full-length book and poems. In 1960, he received his MA. He was a classmate of Fred
Chappell and was influenced by Professor William Blackburn. When he received a MA, he became an instructor at the University of North Carolina at Greensboro, where he studied with Randall Jarral when, at the time, was writing
The Lost World. After receiving his Ph.D. in 1969, he taught again at Greensboro and held visiting positions at Duke and George Washington University before settling at Duke, where is now a full time professor.
On January 28, 1956, he married Janis and later had three children: Lisa, Jamey, and Jeff. The family resides in Durham, NC. Applewhite's parents were James W. and Jane Elizabeth
Applewhite. James Applewhite Jr. was the elder of the two sons in the family. When he turned seven years old, he contracted rheumatic fever and had to spend a year in bed. Because of his illness, he became an avid writer. He received his MA in 1960 and soon after that, he received his Ph.D. in 1969. He won a second place award in 1966 for a poem called The Journey. II. Literary Works War Summer 1972 Seas and Island Journeys: Landscape and Consciousness from Wordsworth to Roethke 1985
Ode to the Chinaberry Tree and Other Poems 1986 Some quotations from his poetry:
"How can I feel but elegy, For the figure of language you've left with me? This essay was submitted by a student of Leslie Andres, a teacher at Lake Norman Charter School in Huntersville, North Carolina.
Statues of the Grass 1975
Following Gravity 1980
Foreseeing the Journey 1983
River Writing: An Eno Journal 1988
Lessons in Soaring 1989
A History of the River: Poems 1993
Help me father, I say in prayer, to hear A son's new testament
Fairer writ. As the wire's Voice, heard last, crackles with the old fire."
"In the neighborhood I lived in, a few houses "clinged," but others didn't exist."