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The scholarship, established in memory of the late actor David Coleman Dukes, is awarded annually to a third-year Theater Arts student working toward a career in stage acting. A bronze plaque commemorating the scholarship benefit held in David Coleman Dukes' name can be seen in the lobby of the Bing Theater, off Queen's Court on the USC campus.
— Madeline Puzo, Dean, USC School of Theatre
• When Everybody Knew a Poet (New York Times Op-Ed)
January 1, 2003
Letters to the Editor
To the Editor: Re "A Lost Eloquence," by Carol Muske-Dukes (Op-Ed, Dec.29):
The balking of students to putting verse to heart by rote memorization is not limited to poetry. There is almost a pedagogical malaise that decries rote learning in disciplines like science, mathematics and engineering. And critical analysis and scholarship are being replaced by searching the Web.
CAROL MUSKE-DUKES was married to actor David Coleman Dukes until his sudden death - a situation eerily foreshadowed in her novel Life After Death. A year later, she ponders the unlit intersection where art and life converge.
"Neither the sun nor death can be looked at steadily" - La Rochefoucauld
• Out of the Cradle Violently Rocking (Kenyon Review)
Summer/Fall 2001
THE NEW YOUNG POETS Review by Carol Muske-Dukes
I spent a bit of last summer reading three anthologies-three collections of selected poems by "young American poets" (that is to say, poets born in 1960 or after), most (though not all) of whom have at least one published book of poems.
• I Married the Ice-Pick Killer (New York Times Magazine)
March 19, 2000
Scenes from the life of an actor's wife by Carol Muske-Dukes
Arriving late to a dinner party a while back, my husband and I approached the dining room, where people were already seated. A woman rose up from her chair, pointed a finger at David and cried, "My God, you're the one who raped Edith Bunker!"
In a column in The San Francisco Chronicle not long ago, Lawrence Ferlinghetti asked, "Why are poetry readings never reviewed in the media?" Not a world-shaking question, he admitted (though he went on to discuss the lasting influence of readings by Russian poets and the Beats, his tone hovering near North Beach Oracular).
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