About
Robert McNamara has published four books of poetry, Abiding Time (Lynx House Press), Incomplete Strangers (Lost Horse Press), The Body & the Day (David Robert Books), and Second Messengers (Wesleyan UP). His poems have appeared in dozens of journals as well as in a number of anthologies, among them The Sorrow Psalms: A Book of Twentieth Century Elegy (Iowa) and The Book of Irish-American Poetry (Notre Dame). He co-translated The Cat Under the Stairs (EWU Press), a selection of poems by the distinguished Bengali poet, Sarat Kumar Mukhopadhyay. He has received fellowships from the Indo-US Subcommission for language study and translation in India as well as a Creative Writing Fellowship from the National Endowment for the Arts. In 1976 he founded L'Epervier Press, which in its fourteen years of activity published forty-five titles by more than thirty poets.
For most of his professional life, Bob has taught writing. He began teaching writing at the Experimental College at UC Boulder, then at the Rocky Mountain Writers Guild. After receiving his PhD he settled into teaching academic writing at the University of Washington, where he briefly taught in the Certificate Program in Creative Writing. He also served as the University Director of the Puget Sound Writing Project, offering professional development to K-12 teachers to help them grow as teachers of writing. He retired from university teaching in 2016. Since then, he has volunteered with Minds Matter Seattle, helping to prepare students from low-income backgrounds for college.
Featured Work
Abiding Time
One of the poems of Abiding Time describes woodpeckers "knocking like door-to-door evangelists" and deer grazing "with the eyes of infants, not windows / so much as depthless pools // where the soul might be." In another, an ordinary building turns "in the glow that makes things seem self-spun from inner light." For some poets, description is revelation. Robert McNamara is such a poet. He plumbs the miraculous in the daily, and does so despite grief and betrayals, as well as knowing fully "how little we are at home in the interpreted world." With an understated formal mastery, the poems of Abiding Time reveal a healing ability to see (as if with the aid of an infrared imagination) behind the surfaces of things to the deeper correspondence—and further, still, into "the tragic beauty of the world."
--Daniel Tobin
