Friday, July 20, 2018

new from above/ground press: Jarvis, Downe, Cardon + Graham, (as the 25th anniversary summer sale continues!

year of pulses
Jenna Jarvis

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Lise Downe

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What was the sign you gave (a selection)
by Allison Cardon

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Spell to Spell
by Lea Graham

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published in Ottawa by above/ground press
July 2018
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Forthcoming chapbooks by Beth Ayer, Lisa Rawn, Ian Dreiblatt, Jamie Townsend, Cole Swensen, Jason Christie, Melissa Eleftherion, Uxío Novoneyra (trans. Erín Moure), Travis Sharp, Stuart Kinmond / Phil Hall, Natalee Caple, Jon Boisvert, Stuart Ross, Dennis Cooley, Michael Martin Shea, Jennifer Stella, Miguel E. Ortiz Rodríguez + Julia Polyck-O'Neill.

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Thursday, July 19, 2018

Amanda Deutch, Surf Avenue & 29th Street Coney Island

Far from the cityscape. Divets on terrain where our bodies make arcs in the sand. Smell of stale popcorn, beer burps, weariness cast off at the edge of the city last stop. Coney Island.

I’m currently going through Brooklyn poet Amanda Deutch’s very attractive chapbook Surf Avenue & 29th Street Coney Island (Northampton MA: least weasel press, 2018), an extension of a series of Coney Island-specific projects she’s been working on for some time. As a recent interview with Ian Drieblatt on Melville House writes, Deutch

[…] is the founder of Parachute Literary Arts, an eight-year-old arts organization whose straightforward (and wonderful) mission is “to celebrate the literature of Coney Island.” For the unfamiliar, Coney Island—not actually an island, though it was before local residents filled in the inlets separating it from the rest of Brooklyn—is a strip of beach on the southern shores of Brooklyn, legendary for its seaside boardwalks, old-school frankfurtiers, and amusements that include the iconic Cyclone roller coaster and the Parachute Jump, which closed in 1964 but remains the most visible physical monument to the neighborhood’s history as New York City’s summertime playground.

Over the years, Coney Island has received an enormous amount of literary attention (Lawrence Ferlenghetti’s 1958 title A Coney Island of the Mind being but the most overt of the examples I’m aware of), but Drieblatt’s interview continues, offering that, as Deutch responds, “Coney Island also has a personal significance for me. My mother grew up in Coney Island, on West 29th Street between Surf and Mermaid, along with her brother, father, and mother.” Deutch’s Surf Avenue & 29th Street Coney Island, then, offers a lyric collage that shifts between and amid theme park and family, whether blended together into singular idea, written as separate threads and even offered as contradictory effects. As she writes:

My family lived in Coney Island
In the shadow of the Half Moon Hotel

Beyond shards of memory
Stories told in a homeland tongue

    Uncle Bernie
        Nana Betty
            Grandfather Sol

on West 29th Street, Coney Island
amidst kitchen grease, cockroaches, knishes
roller coasters and factory jobs

as half moons halted
& Jewish gangsters mysteriously
fell from 6 story windows

upside down
a family

Hers is a lyric of theme park and working class roots, and New York histories both public and personal, much of which has faded away into memory, and much of that fading as well.

An arcade, an arc, gallery, walkway beeping with mechanical sounds Hit em Hard, Hit em Hard, I’m Popeye the Sailor Man goes the song of the High Striker on West 12th Street deep into the night. A jungle of stuffed tigers with Mardi Gras beads crouch at the High Striker’s base ready to pounce. Monica who runs the game, her hair changes color every week with the tides. Half pink half blond, today. She fights for her space on West 12th Street, claims her turf between the Ghost Hole and the Wonder Wheel laden with tigers and inflatable pirates

I’m curious to know if this is part of a larger work-in-progress, her fragments gathering together to form a whole that seems unfinished, even incomplete. There seems a great deal more material to be gathered around such a project, and it does feel that Deutch has barely scratched the surface. There is also something around the last few pages of the short collection that feels unfinished as well; while one doesn’t necessarily wish for a “conclusion,” there is something of the final few pages that don’t quite push far enough to hold the fragments together. Perhaps this, itself, is worth pushing this project into something book-length (which might already be in-progress, but unknown to me)? And yet, in certain ways, such an excavation/historical project involving memory, combining collective and familial, could potentially be life-long.

collect thoughts, gather fragments of history

misleading me along my family tree

their tongues lead me on a path
to where I am now

my own two feet in the wet sand
heads bob in the water
illuminated pink from the sun glow

Wednesday, July 18, 2018

12 or 20 (second series) questions with Nicholas Bradley

Nicholas Bradley is a poet, literary critic, and scholarly editor. His first book of poems, Rain Shadow, was published in the spring by the University of Alberta Press. A chapbook, Five Sudden Goats: Rocky Mountain Poems, was published by the Alfred Gustav Press in 2016. He lives in Victoria, British Columbia, and teaches Canadian literature and American literature at the University of Victoria.

1 - How did your first book change your life? How does your most recent work compare to your previous? How does it feel different?
My first book is an encouragement to keep writing, I think. It gives me hope and a little confidence that what I’m writing now might become a book as well, and whatever will come after that. My life hasn’t changed, but I feel that I have some licence to keep going. I’ve noticed a shift in style in my most recent, unpublished writing, but whether that difference will be obvious in time, it’s too early to say.

2 - How did you come to poetry first, as opposed to, say, fiction or non-fiction?
I’ve never been tempted to write fiction, though I enjoy reading novels and stories, whereas the precision and clarity of certain poems makes me want to try my hand at poetry. And sometimes the imprecision and the lack of clarity in poems—but always the close attention to words and sentences, as opposed to the narrative structures of fiction.

3 - How long does it take to start any particular writing project? Does your writing initially come quickly, or is it a slow process? Do first drafts appear looking close to their final shape, or does your work come out of copious notes?
I’m a very slow writer, I think. I don’t make many notes for poems, but the first attempt doesn’t usually look like the finished poem. It usually takes me a long time to finish a first draft. I might write a few lines and then set the poem aside for a few days or weeks. Sometimes the idea for a poem comes quickly, but the words rarely do.

4 - Where does a poem usually begin for you? Are you an author of short pieces that end up combining into a larger project, or are you working on a "book" from the very beginning?
I think of writing individual poems rather than a book, at least at first. As poems start to pile up, I can begin to see connections and then to imagine what a book might eventually be. Poems tend to start when I’m walking somewhere alone.

5 - Are public readings part of or counter to your creative process? Are you the sort of writer who enjoys doing readings?
I enjoy readings, but they’re not part of the process (if there is such a thing as a process). The sound of poems is extremely important to me, but I prefer to figure it out in the privacy of my own home, as it were.

6 - Do you have any theoretical concerns behind your writing? What kinds of questions are you trying to answer with your work? What do you even think the current questions are?
The main concern is how to write a good poem, which I think is always both a theoretical and a practical question. (What “good” means is also a good question.) Otherwise the current questions resemble all the old ones. What does it mean to live in a particular place and time? How do we praise what we love and mourn what we have lost, or will lose? Everything is a variation on a theme, but there are endless variations, and sometimes the music is played so well that listeners believe that they are hearing something entirely new. Of course, I do have particular interests as a writer: environmental change, the Pacific Northwest, wilderness, philosophy, and mythology—to name just a few.

7 – What do you see the current role of the writer being in larger culture? Does s/he even have one? What do you think the role of the writer should be?
Above all, to write—to make art with language. Writers can play many other roles as well, and usually do, but writing is the necessary, defining task. I wouldn’t want to speak for others, but in my own case I hope that the writer can offer a different way of seeing the world. Teaching and delighting are ancient and still worthy aspirations.

8 - Do you find the process of working with an outside editor difficult or essential (or both)?
Essential, so far. I worked with Peter Midgley and especially with Alice Major to edit Rain Shadow. Peter and Alice are superb writers and editors. Alice made specific suggestions that helped the book find its final form. I’m very grateful. It’s hard for me to imagine any draft that wouldn’t benefit from another reader’s suggestions.

9 - What is the best piece of advice you've heard (not necessarily given to you directly)?
Read everything.

10 - How easy has it been for you to move between genres (poetry to critical prose)? What do you see as the appeal?
In part the appeal is that when I get stuck on one thing, I can move to another. There’s always something else that needs attention. I write more critical prose than I do poetry, but I see both genres as part of the same project, more or less. Some prose is more technical and less essayistic—bibliographical footnotes, for example—but I see both critical analysis and (for lack of a better term) creative writing as ways of responding to other writers and their ideas, and to the world that has shaped their imagination and mine.

11 - What kind of writing routine do you tend to keep, or do you even have one? How does a typical day (for you) begin?
My teaching schedule sets the rhythm of my weeks, and I find blocks of writing time where I can. Ideas for poems come when they come. I’ve written quite a few poems in airports and on planes. I used to be a late-night writer, but parenthood put an end to that—for the better, I think, in terms of the writing itself. A typical day begins early with coffee and a bit of work.

12 - When your writing gets stalled, where do you turn or return for (for lack of a better word) inspiration?
I almost always have some other work to be doing, so if I’m not making much progress with one piece of writing, then I turn to another project. I try not to force a poem into existence. It’s not as though there aren’t enough poems in the world already. When it happens, it happens (and I’m always thankful when it does).

13 - What fragrance reminds you of home?
Wet oak leaves.

14 - David W. McFadden once said that books come from books, but are there any other forms that influence your work, whether nature, music, science or visual art?
All of the above, I suspect, and more. My poems are often responses to particular places or elements of the natural world or scientific ideas. I’m sure that I’m not entirely aware of some influences, too.

15 - What other writers or writings are important for your work, or simply your life outside of your work?
Whatever I happen to be teaching tends to be the most important at the time. And I review books regularly. This means that I read fairly broadly (for reviewing) and that I reread constantly (for teaching), which seems to be a useful combination. Much of what I read is twentieth-century and contemporary poetry in English, but turning to my shelf, I spy a book of photographs called Yosemite in the Fifties, Robert Macfarlane’s Landmarks, and The Complete Guide toCross-Country Ski Preparation. I like to be outdoors while indoors.

16 - What would you like to do that you haven't yet done?
Write Al Purdy’s biography. Learn more languages.

17 - If you could pick any other occupation to attempt, what would it be? Or, alternately, what do you think you would have ended up doing had you not been a writer?
When I was very young, I wanted to be a park ranger. I still think that was a good plan.

18 - What made you write, as opposed to doing something else?
I’m not sure. At some point it became a habit. What makes me want to write now, I think, is the desire to do it better—to get right, or closer to right, what I’ve previously attempted to say, and to think more clearly about ideas that remain with me. And to respond to new experiences and new ideas.

19 - What was the last great book you read? What was the last great film?
The last great book that was new to me was probably Barbarian Days: A Surfing Life, by William Finnegan. It’s a wonderful memoir and one of the most intimate accounts of the ocean I’ve read. I’ve been reading new editions of Canadian poetry—the collected works of Alden Nowlan, Daphne Marlatt, Fred Wah, and others. They’re great in various ways, but I knew much of the poetry already. I’m trying to remember the last film I watched, and I’m drawing a blank. I need recommendations!

20 - What are you currently working on?
The next book of poems, a messy first draft of which is almost finished.

Tuesday, July 17, 2018


It’s still winter

Children sketch. Disarticulate. Endless paper and crayons. They laugh, pattern. Stick-figured time. Parent, where gravity is strongest. A lightness of offspring. A weight, sometimes. Simple wear. Become our own parents. Cyclical. Curve, in the shape of reckless exhaustion. Curve to the floor.