Peggy Hamilton,
a native Miamian, received her BA in English from Barry University, and her MFA
in Poetry from FAU in 2007. She is the author of QUESTIONS FOR ANIMALS (2013) and FORBIDDEN CITY (2003), both from Ahsahta Press. She's a recipient
of a State of Florida Individual Artist Grant in Literature for Poetry, and an
honoree in the State of Florida Individual Artist Fellowship in Children's
literature. She's been a finalist in the National Poetry Series, Barnard New
Women Poet's Series, the CSU Poetry Prize, and the Heekin Group Foundation's
Novel-in-Progress Award. She's taught community writing seminars at FIU and the
Florida Center for the Literary Arts, has read poetry and performed with
Devorah Major, poet laureate of San Francisco, at a Miami International Book
Fair event called "Performing Persona." Before teaching at FAU as a graduate student, then as an instructor, she was a jury consultant and grant
writer, and taught grant-funded intensive programs for young adults, many of
whom were in residential foster or treatment programs, or correctional
facilities. Currently she lives in East Tennessee, and is Director of Programs
for a nonprofit educational startup that will offer residential writing
workshops to high school students as they prepare for college.
1 - How did your first book change your life? How does your most
recent work compare to your previous? How does it feel different?
The process of writing and publishing my first book confirmed an
ideal of the writer’s life that I had seen modeled by my teachers at Barry
University (at that time Barry College), but hadn’t yet realized was an ideal:
Dr. Lillian Schanfield, Phyllis Laszlo, Sr. Dorothy Jehle, and Father Tom
Clifford were all terrific teachers, agents of change in their communities,
intensely family oriented (however they each defined that), very spiritually
dynamic, each with remarkable social skills (in very different ways)...AND were
really funny.
This meant, when I “stopped out” of college after a year and a
half, I still felt able to be connected to, and aspired to, the writing life as
they practiced it. I wrote a novel
(still unpublished), and began sending out a poetry manuscript to competitions
(I may have missed the part about sending out individual poems :) When it came
back to me, I’d keep working, realizing from my models that a type of
slow-speed dialogic was unfolding as my life did...as it should!
Over those years, the manuscript began to final in competitions,
and I’d often get cryptic notes from judges, usually on postcards, outside of official
channels, which helped me realize that while the poems were working, the point
of the project was misunderstood: because all the poems were in a vernacular of
which I don’t appear to be a native speaker, the project was judged to be about
race, rather than about voice, place, language, myth and the creation of
self.
That next revision, finally titled Forbidden City, was read by Rem Cabrera, one of my college
friends-- someone who also models the Barry life-- and he introduced me to
Janet Holmes, who graciously read it.
After hearing the back story, she wanted to test drive reader response
in a graduate class at Boise State, which made perfect sense to me...and after
which I was fully prepared to work on it further. It was published as is, though. I think time’s passing had as much to do with
that as did my reshaping the manuscript.
Questions for Animals is a logical next step in an interrogation of voice, place,
language, myth and the creation of self-- especially as those things tend to be
problematic in Buddhism. The project
involves taking the very syllogistic form of the sonnet, a form which some
credit and blame with the creation of the subjective consciousness of an
imperial “I,” to see if that space can be recaptured by the reader and even
allow a multiplicity of possibilities during the same reading.
In a formal sense, both books are set up in three parts, and the
main body or device of poems-- in Forbidden
City the vernacular poems and in Questions
for Animals the sonnets-- is interrupted several times by poems of
different styles and lengths that articulate something that is difficult to get
at from within the main body, or perhaps is overly open to misunderstanding if
it’s left to reside only in the primary device.
2 - How did you come to poetry first, as
opposed to, say, fiction or non-fiction?
Up until 7th grade, it seemed to me that we had read fiction to
teach us how to read, we had read non-fiction to teach us subject matter, and
we wrote to prove we had learned to read.
It was all very transactional.
Now here we were in “Junior High” when we were told everything was going
to be different...and here were our first electives: creative writing, arts and
crafts, Cuban history (in Spanish), and chorus.
I assumed there was inherent sense in this grouping, and decided, as we
were handed a small poem on the first day of creative writing, and asked to
write an equally small poem, that these were all things one did with one’s
body, either more or less on one’s lap with your hands, or with one’s voice,
performatively. Each was craft. My father could tell stories and build
things, my mother could sew and bake, my brother could make or draw anything--
here was my medium, finally!
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 not a big note-taker: as one of my favorite philosophers
says: writing it down allows me to forget it.
There’s something huge to be said for holding or even attempting to hold
the whole damn thing in your head at once.
For me it seems to encourage connections and resonances and surprises,
whereas if I bring things through notes, I tend to make them more linear than
they might otherwise be.
I eventually do play with the shape of a manuscript spatially,
moving pieces around, or drawing them in different arrangements. Most often this shows gaps I have to write
“into,” and it’s key pre-work so that when a poem starts, it knows more or less
what comes before and after it, and it has choices where to go.
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?
Poems start with phrases or lines that are evoked by some
visceral physical experience, not as in a call and response, but more in line
with Buddhist gong-an or koan practice.
Something has happened just before, and now this poem is happening,
cannot but happen, even if in a very provisional form.
With what became Forbidden
City, once a few poems got written, I could start to see what I was
circling around. That manuscript went
from being called No Kind a Piece, to
Glass is Just Sand, before it took
the shape that made more visible what the inquiry was, thanks to readers’
rejection, then qualified acceptance.
Questions for Animals was pretty well set up as a project from the start, based on the
fact that Forbidden City came before
it. But still, the beginning of each
poem is a physical experience, or maybe a moment and emblem of sensations is
more accurate.
5 - Are public readings part of or counter to
your creative process? Are you the sort of writer who enjoys doing readings?
I have very much enjoyed every reading I’ve done.
The sonnets in Questions
for Animals, though, were designed as physical spaces that encourage the
reader’s eye to move nonlinearly “around” inside them. It’s hard to approximate that in a reading of
them...since a face and a voice seem to immediately imply a narrative. I’m quite wondering how to do it.
The thing that almost stops me from considering readings now is
the recording or picture-taking that goes on.
A friend of mine died in 2010, and stumbling across her face or voice
when she didn’t know she was being recorded seems obscene to me now.
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?
For me, writing is a practical art and craft, concerned with the
very physical questions of how to live and die.
There’s no theory there for me, only the questions: what are we actually
practicing, and can, or how can, language be used to end suffering?
I taught an undergraduate Poetry Workshop of extremely verbal,
thoughtful, really smart, funny students, mostly seniors who had already had
plenty of workshops among them. They
could play with language, they could describe ANY.THING. They could dress any
scene with the perfect visual detail, and had just catalogues of multicultural items and pitched language at their
disposals.
Rare was the detail that was not in some way visual. Poetic image had been utterly subsumed into
its visual for them. Virtually
non-existent was any contribution or argument from another sense, and I’m using
these six senses: touch, smell, sound, taste, sight and mind. That we have taught “the best minds of [this]
generation” somehow to live primarily through the eye really troubles me. It’s not my impression that one learns or
practices empathy or relentlessness or resilience through the eye. It’s also not my impression that one gives
and takes-- experiences-- intimacy this way.
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?
I’m definitely not in a position to tell anyone what his or her
role should be in any venue lol. As a
writer, I keep working and revising in concert with draft readers and what
other writers are writing or have written to make sure each poem or book
doesn’t stop until there are multiple answers to So What? for each poem or
book. And until one of those So Whats suggests
the next project.
8 - Do you find the process of working with an
outside editor difficult or essential (or both)?
It was quite essential to Forbidden
City’s incarnation...from the silent form-letter-rejection editor, to
postcard editors, through Janet’s reading and graduate class experiment, into
book. Questions for Animals is in
many ways a more “traditional” poetic project these days: it came well-tended
through Florida Atlantic University’s MFA program, with Drs. Mark Scroggins and
Thomas Martin as thesis committee, and Susan Mitchell as thesis chair.
My Barry mentors had made editing, each other’s work or ours,
feel like great fun: like finally being able to sit down together and taste the
cake someone had been baking, and talk.
9 - What is the best piece of advice you've
heard (not necessarily given to you directly)?
Keep sweeping.
10 - How easy has it been for you to move
between genres (poetry to critical prose)? What do you see as the appeal?
Well, one aspires to honor the genre tradition and its
practitioners, and push for a So What or two.
The appeal, if not imperative, to me comes from the Heart Sutra: form is
not emptiness, emptiness is not form, form is not other than emptiness,
emptiness is not other than form.
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?
The day job, whatever it’s been over the years, takes the
day. With poetry this is not a problem,
as my mind apparently is working on issues behind and during the day job. Novels mean up earlier, and/or to bed later,
and naps. With novels, I need more
frequent and longer runs of time, because stopping and starting interrupts the
agency of the characters and the language.
12 - When your writing gets stalled, where do
you turn or return for (for lack of a better word) inspiration?
On a daily basis: recitation of The Heart Sutra, prostrations to
the 35 Buddhas of Confession. On a
yearly or twice-yearly basis: the novels Dog Years, Snow Country, A Fable, Soul Mountain, Moby Dick,
Snow, and I’ve added Mo Yan’s Pow! to the list this year; the plays Midsummer Night’s Dream, The Tempest, and Waiting for Godot. Melville’s The Encantadas.
On an emergency basis: traditional Chinese poets (through Red
Pine, generally), Celan, Prynne, and Rosmarie Waldrop; the voices of VicChesnutt, Jamie Stewart, and Serj Tankian.
On a super-emergency basis: Herzog’s movies: Heart of Glass, Fata Morgana, Aguirre,
Nosferatu, Wheel of Time, Little Dieter Needs to Fly, Cobra Verde; Antonioni’s
The Passenger; Refn’s Pusher and Pusher III.
13 - What fragrance reminds you of home?
Aloeswood incense 80% covering up the smell of fermenting
cabbage, ginger, and garlic. Ok,
possibly it’s more like 20% covered up, but I LIKE THAT SMELL ;)
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?
I spend a lot of time walking in the woods and looking out
windows, chopping cabbage, sweeping, making coffee and tea :)
15 - What other writers or writings are
important for your work, or simply your life outside of your work?
In addition to my sources of inspiration above...I’m very
interested in the emerging art and writing of Buddhist women. I’m thinking of Ajahn Thanasanti, and a
recent book called Receiving the Marrow, edited by Eido Frances Carney which is a collection of teachings on Dogen by
Soto Zen women priests.
16 - What would you like to do that you
haven't yet done?
Publish a novel, a children’s book, a screenplay and a song.
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?
A singer.
18 - What made you write, as opposed to doing
something else?
One Christmas my brother and I came out to find a freestanding
chalkboard separating our gifts under the Christmas tree. Both of us are rather intensely literal, so
“my side” was the magnetic letters and “his side” was the chalkboard. He was therefore the artist, I was therefore
the writer. It’s important to note that
I “could use” the chalkboard side to play school or hangman on (according to my rules?...which came
from...where? lol). Standing in front of
a board when I did become a teacher consequently felt thrilling, with a
definite life or death quality to it...which turns out is perfectly apt. My brother has been writing now for quite
awhile, really well. I’ll have to ask
him if it feels urgent and transgressive for him too on the “other side” of the
chalkboard! I wonder if that’s where all
our shadow vocations are hiding...
19 - What was the last great book you read?
What was the last great film?
I recently read Lawrence in Arabia by Scott Anderson, which is amazing. Pow!by Mo Yan was another great book I read within the last year. I’m currently
reading Aisthesis by Jacques
Ranciere, which is quite something. I
immediately read anything Red Pine (Bill Porter) writes or translates: he seems
a rather unsung world treasure.
I’m not at all finished with prior great films! I saw The Master last year which I thought had
stretches of greatness.
20 - What are you currently working on?
I’m working on a novel called Head that I started maybe 20 years ago. Life interrupted, and when I went back to it,
the original So Whats were gone...in the last few weeks, I begin to see some
new ones there, so it’s full steam a...head. :)
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