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Shadle makes mark as writer, poet, professor

July 18, 2008
By Michael Tidemann - Staff Writer

Mark Shadle, an Estherville graduate, is making a big impact on academia with a new textbook, "Teaching Multiwriting," which Shadle co-authored in 2007.

Shadle is now a tenured professor at Eastern Oregon University in LaGrande. He received his B.A. from Colorado College and his M.A. and Ph.D. from the University of Iowa.

Most of Shadle's career has been focused on creative writing. In January 2009 he will teach in the College At Sea program sponsored by the University of Virginia. He will teach on a five-month cruise, visiting more than 50 ports. A total of 700 students will take part in the program which encompasses a trip around the world.

Through multiwriting, Shadle asks students to combine personal and professional writing formats, essentially bringing other curriculum into writing. A good example of multiwriting could be a travel book on the Grand Canyon that Shadle is planning.

Teachers interested in Shadle's multiwriting concept may to to the following: .

Another link of interest may be Shadle's post-Fulbright project on Brazil "A Pororoca of Desire: Genesis, Colonization, Projection, Connection and Sustainability in the Brazilian Amazon": .

 
 

 

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Fact Box

sea bean

by mark shadle

"I know a little bit about a lot of things,

but I don't know enough about you."

Diana Kraul (jazz singer)

dropping

a sea bean floats

brown hide seeking

dark center, where seeds wait

it closes

against the powerful waves

of sand that smooth its skin

intention remains

enfolded in the surrender

to all weather

ballooning tubers of kelp

seals, jellyfish and sharks

all move against this pod

yet it is unharmed

by the controling forces

it both resists and offers itself to

sitting on my computer in oregon

it carries the living memory

of red parrots and great green trees

it feels the stem weaken

in the swaying of the tree

surrendered to gravity, then

drops into the remembered footprints of jaguars

passes between gates of coral

the hands of lovers

like the sea bean i still wait, wondering when

to fully open, rough lips parting

choosing the light only when i can no longer resist