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A Reading by Quincy Troupe

The American Book Award–winning poet, journalist, and Miles Davis biographer reads from his work

Monday, September 25, 2017

2:30 pm EDT/GMT-4

Campus Center, Weis Cinema

The founding editor of Confrontation and author of James Baldwin: The Legacy, Miles: The Autobiography, Miles and Me: A Memoir of Miles Davis, and poetry collections including Errançities reads from his work at 2:30 p.m. on Monday, September 25, 2017, in Weis Cinema, Bertelsmann Campus Center. Presented by the Innovative Contemporary Fiction Reading Series, introduced by novelist and Bard literature professor Bradford Morrow and followed by a Q&A, the reading is free and open to the public; no tickets or reservations are required.

In addition to his work as a biographer and essayist, Troupe has published many collections of poems, including The Architecture of Language, Transcircularities: New and Selected Poems, and Snake-Back Solos: Selected Poems 1969–1977, which received an American Book Award.

He has received honors and awards from the National Foundation for the Arts, the New York Foundation for the Arts, and the New York State Council on the Arts; and served as poet laureate of the state of California.

PRAISE FOR QUINCY TROUPE

"It has been said that Miles Davis was a great poet on his instrument. In a similar vein, it can be said that Quincy Troupe is a great instrument in his poetic delivery. As fate would have it, these two very talented individuals would form a mutual and intriguing bond. Miles and Me, Quincy Troupe's latest book, is an honest, serious and sometimes hilarious memoir of his warm and cherished friendship with Miles Davis." —QBR: The Black Book Review

"Brilliant, poetic, provocative, Quincy Troupe's Miles and Me reveals the man behind the dark glasses and legend." —Ishmael Reed

Any supporter who donates $500 or more to Bard’s literary journal Conjunctions receives a BackPage Pass providing VIP access to any Fall 2017 or future event in the Innovative Contemporary Fiction Reading Series. Have lunch with a visiting author, attend a seminar on their work, and receive premium seating at their reading. Or you can give your BackPage Pass to a lover of literature on your gift list! To find out more, click here or contact Nicole Nyhan at [email protected] or (845) 758-7054.

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