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Hugh Seidman was born in Brooklyn, NY. His poetry has won several awards including, most recently, the 2004 Green Rose Prize from New Issues Press (Western Michigan University) for his sixth poetry collection Somebody Stand Up and Sing (New Issues, MI, spring 2005).
Seidman’s other awards include two New York Foundation for the Arts (NYFA) grants (2003, 1990), a New York State Creative Artists Public Service (CAPS) grant (1971), and three National Endowment for the Arts (NEA) fellowships (1985, 1972, 1970).
His first book Collecting Evidence (Yale University Press) won the Yale Series of Younger Poets Prize (1970); his fourth book People Live, They Have Lives (Miami University Press, Oxford, OH) was judged the winner of the Camden Poetry Award (Walt Whitman Center for the Arts) [1990].
Seidman's Selected Poems: 1965-1995 received a 1995 Critics' Choice "Best Books" citation and was chosen as one of the "25 Favorite Books of 1995" by The Village Voice. His other books are: Throne/Falcon/Eye (Random House) [1982] and Blood Lord (Doubleday) [1974]. A chapbook, 12 Views of Freetown, 1 View of Bumbuna (Half Moon Bay Press), was published in 2003.
Seidman has taught writing at the University of Wisconsin, Yale University, Columbia University, the College of William and Mary, the New School University, and several other institutions. He currently works as a computer documentation specialist and lives in New York City.
What Others Say
"Hugh Seidman’s flexible, deft prosody, and his wry, bittersweet address to the sad, foolish predicaments of contemporary American life, are proof, yet again, of his importance. In an age of what Henry James called ‘tremendous trash,’ his work fairly shines with authenticity and integrity."
—Gilbert Sorrentino
"An American original and even stronger than that, these last four decades, till these poems anchored by their extreme facts and debris-like assembling remind us of who this man Seidman has always been becoming, this maker made by his irreducible materials."
—Joseph McElroy
"Listen to this poet. Really, Listen. ... Everything in this poet’s care is relevant, everything is important, everything is immortal."
—Thomas Wappat, Forward
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