Chris Martin is the author of Becoming Weather (Coffee House, 2011) and American Music (Copper Canyon, 2007), chosen by C. D. Wright for the Hayden Carruth Award. He is also the author of several chapbooks, including enough (Ugly Duckling, 2012), How to Write a Mistake-ist Poem (Brave Men, 2011), and the forthcoming HISTORY (Coffee House, 2014). Recent work can be found now or soon in The Cultural Society, Fence, Paperbag, SPOKE TOO SOON, and The Brooklyn Rail. He is an editor at Futurepoem books and lives in Minneapolis with his wife, the poet Mary Austin Speaker, and their son Atticus.
1 - How did your first book or chapbook change your life? How does your most recent work compare to your previous? How does it feel different?
My first book changed my life in the most significant way possible: it catalyzed something that would become love in the poet Mary Austin Speaker, who is now my wife. Any time I’m feeling embarrassed by the effusive earnestness of that book, I look at her and thank my younger self for refusing to edit. My newest book, The Falling Down Dance, will arrive in fall of next year from Coffee House Press, and it’s mainly about the expectancy and experience of fatherhood. So there are different preoccupations, but I actual feel the “voice” of the book is consistent with American Music, so I will undoubtedly look back on this one with embarrassment, too. I think that kind of risk is important. Like in American Music, saying “I don’t want to die / a sad pervert.” People quote that to me all the time.
2 - How did you come to poetry first, as opposed to, say, fiction or non-fiction?
Song has always been the root of my writing. I was a rapper before I was a poet. Most of my first poems were just song lyrics masquerading as verse. Terrible stuff. But now I love flouting the distinction and welcome song into my work over and over.
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 usually begin with a number of nearly arbitrary constraints and over time most of them fall away like old scaffolding.
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 am, to my eternal detriment, sniffing out the “book” from the very first line. I think in books. I want poems to engage with one another, to stand as company through shared concern and formal pressure. Often this backfires, stepping all over the poem’s toes where it should be the one leading, but desire for the “book” can be extremely generative.
5 - Are public readings part of or counter to your creative process? Are you the sort of writer who enjoys doing readings?
I am the sort of writer who would rather tour the country doing readings than anything else in the world. I’m a Leo. I’ve been known to cajole other poets into performing my choral raps. I hear the poems more than I see them.
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?
I went deep with theoretical concerns with my second book, Becoming Weather. There is a central argument against the notion of balance and in favor of what I decided to call disequilibrium. I wanted to offer a disproof of stillness, like Cage with silence. I also didn’t want it to be didactic, so these ideas are more like undercurrents feeding the bloom. The formal structure of the book is supposed to mirror certain ideas about stillness and movement, about the autopsied body of the traditional poem and the dance made possible when it leaves the margin.
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?
This is going to sound like the corniest thing ever, but I truly believe it: the poet should be a priest. Or maybe not should, but that’s one role I see for a poet. That’s the path I endeavor to follow. And when I say priest, I’m including warlock priests and demon priests, all the variants. Like the way Rimbaud was a priest. Or how Eileen Myles is a priest. I’m talking spirit, the conspiracy that happens when you get real close to the book and share the poet’s fetid breath. The Aboriginal Australians walked songlines periodically as a means to sing the world back into existence. That’s the poet’s work.
8 - Do you find the process of working with an outside editor difficult or essential (or both)?
I love feedback. I also find it very difficult. And necessary.
9 - What is the best piece of advice you've heard (not necessarily given to you directly)?
Go on your nerve: O’Hara.
10 - What kind of writing routine do you tend to keep, or do you even have one? How does a typical day (for you) begin?
I write in the early mornings, with coffee, before I’ve really woken up. Hypnopompic.
11 - When your writing gets stalled, where do you turn or return for (for lack of a better word) inspiration?
I always write out of a practice of reading. During recent impasses, the work of John Coletti, Sommer Browning, Jared Stanley, and always Dana Ward have brought me through.
12 - What fragrance reminds you of home?
We have a one-year-old son; you don’t want to know.
13 - 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?
Music, philosophy, film, art, and dance, probably in that order. To give one recent example from each: Angel Olsen, José Ortega y Gasset, Claire Denis, Jenny Holzer, and Steve Paxton.
14 - What other writers or writings are important for your work, or simply your life outside of your work?
Outside of poetry and the above: David Abram, Rebecca Solnit, John Jeremiah Sullivan, and George Saunders.
15 - What would you like to do that you haven't yet done?
Collaborate with Chris Martin from Coldplay and Chris Martin from Kid n’ Play.
16 - 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?
I would like to be a professional shooting coach in the NBA.
17 - What made you write, as opposed to doing something else?
It seemed like the hardest thing to do.
18 - What was the last great book you read? What was the last great film?
The last great book I read was Jared Stanley’s forthcoming collection, Ears. The last great film I saw was maybe Her? Is that a great film? My critical faculties are so warped by parenthood. I watched a really great documentary on East Bay rap culture called Ghostride the Whip.
19 - What are you currently working on?
I’m working on teaching Atticus to be gentle with flowers. I’m also trying to learn more about the Dakota people of Minnesota. And Zebulon Pike. And patience.
12 or 20 (second series) questions;
Showing posts with label Brave Men Press. Show all posts
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Tuesday, December 13, 2011
No, I Will Be In The Woods, Michelle Taransky
FOR DAYS I HAVE NO IDEA
the house is in the warehouse the flowers on the wrong tree a manual in need of repair the remaining meat not yet being made have no idea how the blind in the silk flower assembly line a tree cut with a miniature axe the father demanding it the records demanding like the misunderstood a sum in the archive the archive in the house afraid of the calculation in the prayer book the reminder if you see him say I say it’s been days
The pieces that make up American poet Michelle Taransky’s chapbook No, I Will Be In The Woods (Boston MA: Brave Men Press, 2011) wrap around a single point, and even a single line, writing and wrapping around the book’s title. As the second poem, “WHEN THE WOODS IS WHERE” begins, “We came out here // to figure out figuring // out,” suggesting a physically real as much as metaphoric escape into the woods, expanding the metaphor to include all of the above.
But the metaphor might not be all, and she suggests so, says directly, even, not to simply take the poems at face value. Elsewhere in the collection, she slips a warning, at the end of “A PROPOSAL FOR CLEARING,” that writes: “Read the work, don’t find it / A reflection.”
Writing lyric and prose-poem, Taransky, author of a number of other chapbooks, as well as the trade book Barn Burned, Then (Omnidawn, 2009), No, I Will Be In The Woods is an extremely tight collection, with more than enough room inside to breathe. We are in the woods, after all.
WE HID IN A
Woods like a woodsis the last robbership. How to definean approach after an approachthat changes. The currentand its anticipationcircling the clamorclamor to awaita witness and hisdictionary. Botha cross madefrom the particulartrees sold by dividingchair and axeinto ash
Friday, December 09, 2011
Ongoing notes: early December, 2011
[Toronto's Bloor West, Nov 22, 2011; why is Red so darned sad...?] Recently, I completed a collection of short short fiction, and even sent the manuscript out. I’m pretty chuffed about it. I’ve been poking at a manuscript of somewhat-Ottawa poems as well—writing pieces on Stewarton, Ottawa construction and various historical elements, including the War of 1812—but now that the short stories have left the building, I’m working to complete “The Last Good Year,” my post-mother creative non-fiction manuscript, as well as another short novel. I think I’ll be lucky if any of these are completed by summer. Who knows?
Otherwise, I’m gearing up for a whole other round of above/ground press items by Rae Armantrout, kemeny babineau, Sarah Mangold, Phil Hall and Andrew Burke, derek beaulieu, Nick Ravo, Amanda Earl, Marilyn Irwin, Fenn Stewart and others. 2012 subscriptions are available now. Keep watching the blog for further details, and further publications.
And check out the recent activity on the ottawa poetry newsletter blog, including a fine review of Christine McNair’s new poetry chapbook with Amanda Earl’s AngelHousePress.
Boston MA: I’m very taken with the small chapbooks produced through Brave Men in their “Brave Men Coin Library” series, now that I finally have copies of Joshua Marie Wilkinson’s In the Trade of Alive Letters Mis-sent (2011) and Lily Brown’s Being One (2011). Each tiny book is “printed in an edition of 100 / 50 of which are dedicated to the Brave Men Press Coin Library.” What does that even mean? What is this “Brave Men Press Coin Library”? I’ve long been a fan of Wilkinson’s trade books [see his 12 or 20 questions here], and more recently, what I’ve seen of Lily Brown [see her 12 or 20 questions here], so any new publication by either is exciting, let alone both.
History is a series of apologies, unmet by the eyes of the forced-down—a cold donor of blood in search of a talker to listen with.
stone bridgecropped in thephotograph out
Skunks in the yard teemed to shrubs as snowy slop fell against the sky’s foundry. I hold the lantern. You hold my hand not holding the lantern. The moon flinches, flickers. We right ourselves verses the hedge of glowworms. Stalks loosened from the correct thresher. Shown out along the roseate passenger bridgeworks with a flashlight for dome light, or a match as a watery headlight.
A crease in the field where foxes slow to gauze. White fetid wind over the carriers of lanterns & manured soil. I start the story like the roof of a buckled house.
candle penlightmouse eyefloodlight to red radar blips
There is something fantastic about the way Wilkinson blends lyric prose and short lyric poems, weaving them across and around each other, and through trade collections that include Suspension of a Secret in Abandoned Rooms (Portland OR: Pinball Publishing, 2005), lug your careless body out of the careful dusk (Iowa City, Iowa: University of Iowa Press, 2006), the collaborative Figures for a Darkroom Voice (with Noah Eli Gordon, Tarpaulin Sky Press) and Selenography (San Francisco CA: Sidebrow Books, 2010), most of which I’ve already discussed in these pages. His poems are composed, it would seem, as fragments that hold together magnificently as whole units, composed aspects of an ongoing poetic dialogue with himself, a contemplative and serious abstract play that reads almost like an abstract narrative combined with lyric philosophy.
(A Practical Collaboration)
Pleasure is a page youfeed through the phone;
is your hum,oval orange;
is a stutter; is the dotsin the plastic that grab
onto your voice;is the S’s ugly hiss. (Lily Brown)
Lily Brown, on the other hand, is author of far less, including the chapbook Old With You (Kitchen Press, 2009). I’m not sure what else she has published, but I am always hoping for more. Didn’t I see her recently short-listed for a book-manuscript prize? The thirteen short poems that make up Brown’s Being One play with perception and short phrases, focusing deeply on images and moments seriously small. I think its long past time someone seriously publishes a book by Lily Brown.
(The Moon Creeps Up)
The image is a train stop.Or the image is production.Your arm is a shelf
quartering the image,or the ocean’sdump-branded water.
The ocean’s name orthe ocean’s anonymous.
Your name an image youcan’t see, except throughanother’s perception.
Vancouver BC: I’m intrigued in the collage-effect of Vancouver writer nikki reimer’s that stays news (Vancouver BC: Nomados, 2011), a poem/collection made up of fragments:
a large crowd of black clad youngsters
all hell broke loose in toronto
mayhem erupts around him
Originally from Calgary, reimer is a member of the Kootenay School of Writing collective, and the author of the trade collection [sic] (Calgary AB: Frontenac House, 2010), as well as a chapbook with Nicole Markotić’s Wrinkle Press. Since leaving Calgary, reimer’s work has become more active, as this work seeks to take apart political statements and social commentaries, removing them from their original contexts and strapping them up against each other, turning and twisting their intentions, with echoes of Jeff Derksen and Louis Cabri through her accumulated statements. Specifically focusing on recent public actions and newspaper reports, the poems in reimer’s that stays news appear to want to call out every sentence, and take apart every presumed belief of, for example, “Canadian content,” arts funding, urbanization and the occupy movement. These poems refuse to take anything at face value, and work to question everything, including itself.
newspaper
the initial group that started with evil intentions
the fastest urbanization in human history…[t]hat’swhere the future opportunity lies
in the bowels of an east Toronto hospital
a cost-centre ripe for cutbacks
red herrings
gets halfway around the world before the truth has itstrousers on
perhaps what al-Qaeda really needed was a freshstart under a new name
no matter what his name, or whether he is a stray, thestreet-savvy dog has captured the public’simagination
you’re bound to return again and again for the food
we are focusing more on education when respondingto chicken complaints
part of a shadow generation that is American in everyway except one
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