poem index

poet

Quincy Troupe

1939- , St. Louis , MO , United States
Printer-friendly version
Quincy Troupe

Poet, performer, and editor Quincy Troupe was born July 22, 1939, in St Louis, Missouri.

His books of poetry include The Architecture of Language (Coffee House Press, 2006); Transcircularities: New and Selected Poems (Coffee House Press, 2002); Choruses (Coffee House Press, 1999); Avalanche (Coffee House Press, 1996); Weather Reports: New and Selected Poems (Writers & Readers, 1991); Skulls along the River (I. Reed Books, 1984); Snake-Back Solos: Selected Poems 1969-1977 (Reed Cannon & Johnson Pub, 1979), which received an American Book Award; and Embryo Poems, 1967-1971 (Balenmir House, 1974).

He is also the author of Miles: The Autobiography (1989), which received an American Book Award; James Baldwin: The Legacy (1989); and Miles and Me: A Memoir of Miles Davis (2000). Troupe edited the anthology Giant Talk: An Anthology of Third World Writing (1975) and is a founding editor of Confrontation: A Journal of Third World Literature and American Rag and the founding editorial director of Code. In 1991, he received the Peabody Award for co-producing and writing the radio show The Miles Davis Radio Project.

Among his honors and awards are fellowships from the National Foundation for the Arts, the New York Foundation for the Arts, and a grant from the New York State Council on the Arts. He has taught at the University of California San Diego and Columbia University. He also served as poet laureate of the state of California. Troupe lives with his wife, Margaret, and son Porter, in La Jolla, California.

by this poet

poem
for Edouard Glissant
I.
the mind wanders as a line of poetry taking flight meanders
in the way birds spreading wings lift into space knowing
skies are full of surprises like errançities encountering restless
journeys as in the edgy solos of miles davis or jimi hendrix

listen to
poem

For Duke Ellington

1.
that day began with a shower
of darkness, calling lightning rains
home to stone language
of thunderclaps, shattering, the high
blue, elegance, of space & time
where a broken-down, riderless, horse
with frayed wings
rode a sheer bone, sunbeam
road, down into