普林斯頓Leonard L. Milberg 53高中詩(shī)歌獎(jiǎng)-參賽時(shí)間-參賽要求

Category: 國(guó)際競(jìng)賽, 文科國(guó)際競(jìng)賽, 熱門資訊, 翰林嚴(yán)選 Date: 2022年4月27日下午12:00

Leonard L. Milberg ’53 High School Poetry Prize 倫納德·L·米爾伯格'53高中詩(shī)歌獎(jiǎng)旨在挖掘美國(guó)或國(guó)外的11年級(jí)學(xué)生的杰出文學(xué)創(chuàng)作，學(xué)術(shù)活動(dòng)由普林斯頓大學(xué)的劉易斯藝術(shù)中心（Lewis Center for the Arts）舉辦。本比賽的評(píng)委會(huì)由普林斯頓大學(xué)寫作系的成員組成，如Michael Dickman，Yiyun Li，Paul Muldoon，James Richardson，Tracy K. Smith，Susan Wheeler和Monica Youn。

Lewis Center for the Arts 學(xué)術(shù)活動(dòng)介紹 |（普林斯頓）Leonard L. Milberg 53高中詩(shī)歌獎(jiǎng) 劉易斯藝術(shù)中心是以已故的Peter B. Lewis（1933年-2013年）命名的。劉易斯先生是普林斯頓大學(xué)1955屆的畢業(yè)生，也是大學(xué)的前特許理事，他在2006年向大學(xué)捐贈(zèng)了1.01億美元，開(kāi)創(chuàng)了普林斯頓大學(xué)藝術(shù)的新時(shí)代。

普林斯頓大學(xué)的創(chuàng)意寫作、舞蹈、音樂(lè)劇、戲劇、視覺(jué)藝術(shù)和跨學(xué)科工作室等課程組成了劉易斯藝術(shù)中心（Lewis Center for the Arts）。該中心通過(guò)每年舉辦100多場(chǎng)公開(kāi)演出、展覽、讀書會(huì)、電影放映和講座，為校園和更廣泛的普林斯頓地區(qū)社區(qū)服務(wù)，其中大部分是免費(fèi)的。

重要地位
倫納德·L·米爾伯格'53高中詩(shī)歌獎(jiǎng)是普林斯頓設(shè)置的詩(shī)歌比賽，獲獎(jiǎng)詩(shī)歌可以在arts.princeton.edu上發(fā)表。比賽全程由普林斯頓大學(xué)教授評(píng)判。參與該詩(shī)歌比賽可以和世界各地同齡學(xué)生一起交流詩(shī)歌，隔空與普林斯頓大學(xué)教授碰撞詩(shī)歌文化。

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參賽要求
年齡要求：
各國(guó)的11年級(jí)高中生

其他要求：

每個(gè)學(xué)生可以提交3首詩(shī)，沒(méi)有字?jǐn)?shù)要求
學(xué)生需要在官網(wǎng)提交作：首先在官網(wǎng)指定的地方復(fù)制好作品，再上傳PDF版本（需要提交兩次）
文件名格式為（名-姓-poems)
PDF文件的每一頁(yè)都要標(biāo)注參賽者名字、家庭地址、郵箱地址、手機(jī)號(hào)、在讀高中名稱以及學(xué)校電話。

官網(wǎng)提交：
https://arts.princeton.edu/leonard-milberg-high-school-poetry-prize-submissions/

參賽時(shí)間
學(xué)術(shù)活動(dòng)提交將于 2021 年 11 月 1 日開(kāi)始，截止日期為 11 月 28 日晚上 11:59（美國(guó)東部時(shí)間）

獎(jiǎng)項(xiàng)設(shè)置
獲獎(jiǎng)作品都將在官網(wǎng)上展示，一等獎(jiǎng)到三等獎(jiǎng)作品可以下載下來(lái)研讀。

一等獎(jiǎng)：獎(jiǎng)金500美元
二等獎(jiǎng)：獎(jiǎng)金250美元
三等獎(jiǎng)：獎(jiǎng)金100美元
榮譽(yù)獎(jiǎng)：獲獎(jiǎng)詩(shī)歌名稱展示在官網(wǎng)上

備賽資料
學(xué)術(shù)活動(dòng)希望有積極性的學(xué)生能夠選擇參加比賽，并希望他們能夠?qū)⒃?shī)歌的寫作和分享視為一種樂(lè)趣，而不是一種義務(wù)。

推薦閱讀下列詩(shī)歌選本：

Poem-a-Day: 365 Poems for Every Occasion, edited by Tamar Brazis
20th Century Pleasures, edited by Robert Hass
The Best of the Best American Poetry, edited by Robert Pinsky

2021獲獎(jiǎng)作品欣賞
Olivia Yang
Charlotte, North Carolina
Etymology of Loss

The day my mother died, I opened
my copy of the?Tibetan Book of Living?
and Dying?for the first time. I stroked
each page, the soft fur of age glistening
between my fingers.?Perhaps?
the deepest reason why we are afraid of death
is that we do not know who we are.?It is time now
to admit my mother’s death to be two
deaths, the first in her chamber of body,
the second in a glass room
in my mind. Her departure left a silence
underneath the trembling
of my skin, which swallowed
grief as quickly as a reassurance
that this was anything but finality.
I want to think of death as a metaphor
about empty space. Yet even a ghost will gnaw
at its coffin. When it’s packed too tightly
together, there’s a thickness to dust
I’d never noticed before. Like the birth
day cake I ate at seven — a diabetic sweetness
smudged in icing, recoiling
from the skin of my throat.
I drag the knife across glazed flesh
tenderly, as if to rouse the body
slumbering beneath frosted casing.
A sprig of pale lily rests on my platter –
no, wilts upon a coffin. The light goes out.
The flicker of an exhausted wick lingers, butane
licking the corners of my mother’s withering
lilac lips. I cannot remember
if she was there to witness the feast.
What does death do with the body
it discards? The same that we do
with the things we do not want. Mother,
when I try to capture your face, I can only remember
your cheekbones outlining a mouth
downturned, flushed in the rouge of anger.
When I try to grieve, I open
the same book and highlight with a pen
the words that can border you
in your wake — a cold body still
stuck, clinging onto caking ash.
But what is this? A revival? Or an erasure?
To contain you, I created a room
which was also a ghost. The distance between
you and I — faceless. I keep forgetting
empty space can also be a door
and even now, I wish I could enter
and exit freely.
But I know this is not an elegy
for I still do not know the words
that can contain you.