Christopher Bolin lives in St. Joseph, Minnesota, and teaches at the College of St. Benedict / St. John’s University. He has published poems in jubilat, Lana Turner, Post Road, 1913: A Journal of Forms, VOLT, and Cura. He is a recipient of fellowships from the James A. Michener Foundation and the MacDowell Colony, and holds an MFA from the University of Iowa Writers’ Workshop. His first trade poetry collection, Ascension Theory (2013), was published by the University of Iowa Press.
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 writing of my first book (Ascension Theory) was a series of acts of faith. First, there was faith in the process of writing poems which may or may not belong together: faith enough to avoid pursuing countless series of poems which might have produced poems more quickly, but wouldn't have pushed me into new territory. There was a faith in pursuing each moment of the poems as an "unknowing" participant in the logic, the music, and the terrain of the poem: faith enough to let the poem reveal itself to the imagination. And, ultimately, there was a faith that poems revealed to the imagination--would crystallize so fully that they would offer an experience to their readers. I would say, then, that the first book revealed the mindset I hope will guide other books of poems.
My most recent work moves back and forth between a series of poems with a single speaker and 'stand-alone' poems scanning environmental (and spiritual) degradation (as I am unsure there is any separation between the two and all too nervous we will find out).
2 - How did you come to poetry first, as opposed to, say, fiction or non-fiction?
I actually came to writing fiction first, as young person. However, I found it ill-suited for the density of language with which I was working. Of course, at the time, I was also mistaking 'density' for 'intelligence'. Perhaps more accurately, one could say I was mistaking opacity for depth and I was lucky enough to find a few readers who suggested I concentrate on poetry. They might have been (incorrectly) assuming that poetry supports opacity, but the switch seemed to have the opposite effect. I found myself working against the tendency toward opacity. My guess is that I knew, intuitively, that the verticality of poetry--as opposed to the arc of fiction--required a certain amount of clarity (even as it moved through disorienting terrain).
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?
A poem may take a few weeks, if I'm not forcing myself to the computer for enough time, daily (allowing teaching, parenting, and laziness to intervene). In the end, a one-page poem, might be 100-pages of text that has been written and discarded, along the way. For me, each poem is a process of spending enough time in its terrain, to have its crisis reveal itself. At times, this happens quickly (in a single sitting), over the course of a week, or even a couple of weeks...
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?
Largely, I am writing poems which, only *after* the fact, are in anyway linked, in my mind. I think this is a product of not wanting to become too "knowing" about the poems (and thereby close myself off to possibilities for poems (or even lines) that present themselves). I have also experimented, over the last few years, with series of poems with an obvious "book-length" sensibility. Ultimately, I think it's important to disorient yourself, a bit, as an artist: to force yourself into uncomfortable terrain: to tilt at your own sense of yourself as artist. I've found new ranges, poetically, in forcing myself to move back and forth between "writing a book" and "writing poems."
5 - Are public readings part of or counter to your creative process? Are you the sort of writer who enjoys doing readings?
I enjoy doing public readings, though I think of them as something that happens "after the fact." I am thankful that people will leave their homes and trek somewhere to listen to poems (mine or anyone's), but I think of it as wholly separate from the act of writing. In fact, I think being too aware of an(y) audience wouldn't allow me to fully encounter the poem as it presents itself to the imagination. But, yes, as an outgrowth of an incredibly solitary process, I quite enjoy giving readings: seeing the briefest looks of recognition, on the faces in the audience, is the closest any writer gets to evidence that the poems truly exist beyond himself.
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 don't have any theoretical concerns, per se, but I am often engaged with a quickly disappearing natural world and, more recently, with a world wholly mediated (increasingly, inevitably, and somewhat alarmingly) through technology.
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 am taken with the idea of writer as "witness," just as I am quite sure that, that is too heavy of a mantle to wear while writing, for many of us. I am quite engaged in my community, and I find it important, not so much for my writing, but for acknowledging the privileges of having been given loving parents, having attended good schools, having been lucky enough to have been born with a strong internal locus for motivation, and having had caring people intervene when I was coming untracked. And so, I have created creative-writing programs for at-risk youth (with the help of some of my most intelligent and dedicated university students).
In the end, though, I think poets are doing vital work, for the larger culture, by creating poems that allows readers to traverse crises and to emerge (a bit more) re-sensitized to the world around them. It is (perhaps increasingly?) difficult work to feel and to think *beyond* ourselves, but there is no other way out of the cycle of war and environmental degradation and political repression...and poetry is a vehicle for "experiencing" that which is beyond ourselves.
8 - Do you find the process of working with an outside editor difficult or essential (or both)?
The editor for my book, Ascension Theory, was Mark Levine. Mark is, easily, the most intelligent and generous reader of poems I've ever encountered. I had a number of years to refine the manuscript before it was accepted for publication, so there were not as many edits as one might expect. That said, every edit that Mark offered was pitch-perfect and vital. Per my dealings with Mark, I would say that an editor who cares more about "poetry" than protecting any (aesthetic, political, editorial) agenda makes the editorial process a *learning* process--revealing things to the poet that had hidden in plain-sight.
9 - What is the best piece of advice you've heard (not necessarily given to you directly)?
Robert Hass once told me to, "beware your social self." I was a graduate student and trying to navigate being "in the world" (socially, politically, etc.) and a growing sense of myself as an artist. Bob saw some tendencies to speak short-handedly (or humorously) about things for which I obviously cared very deeply. Luckily, he pointed this out and, in doing so, made clear (in an instant) how easily the creative process can become corrupted by speaking/living short-handedly. In other words, I think there was little hope that I would have become a poet--that I would have pursued poems with as much rigor as necessary--if I would have remained that "social self": the one who used short-handed language and humor as defense mechanisms against caring for the world.
10 - How easy has it been for you to move between genres (poetry to critical prose)? What do you see as the appeal?
I have written some essays on the intersection of medicine and metaphor, and some short-fiction. I find that jumping genres reveals quite a lot about poetry (insofar as it reveals lists of "pertinent exclusions"--things that poetry does not afford, as readily). I also find moving between genres particularly helpful to my teaching of poetry and fiction and essay-writing, in that my students (even if they don't know it) often want the clearest boundaries drawn between genres, and while I cannot provide these clear lines (believing that they fall away, frequently) I can allay their anxieties about existing "between" genres.
11 - What kind of writing routine do you tend to keep, or do you even have one? How does a typical day (for you) begins?
I prefer to work in the morning. I prefer to have a cup of tea and a heater blowing on my feet (I work in my basement). I am usually brought to the page by an image. I work for a few hours and then I read, or pick up my son from school, or go biking. Over the years, I've been asked by students many times about writing routines, and I've come to the conclusion that you must do *anything* that gets you to the computer and keeps you there (and does not, itself, create a distraction) and that you must be willing to let the routine evolve over time.
12 - When your writing gets stalled, where do you turn or return for (for lack of a better word) inspiration?
I turn to other poets--historically, to Stevens and Niedecker and Ammons and Oppen and many others. I turn to visual artists and to films.
13 - What fragrance reminds you of home?
Fresh-cut cedar.
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 find encountering visual art can be as important as encountering an important book. When we lived in Brooklyn, I went to the Brooklyn Museum almost weekly, and to MOMA and the Met, frequently, and wandering those corridors felt very much akin to engaging poems--and to adding to the imaginative "stores." There are paintings whose materiality and (almost pure) expressiveness and engagement with the world speak directly to what I hope to accomplish in a poem.
15 - What other writers or writings are important for your work, or simply your life outside of your work?
I love teaching creative writing and I enjoy re-imagining / re-engaging creative-writing pedagogy. I often find myself rereading essays by Richard Hugo or Phil Levine or Donald Justice (or any number of other writer/teachers) in an effort to push my teaching--and to see how my understanding of their ideas has shifted with experience.
16 - What would you like to do that you haven't yet done?
Poetically? I couldn't say, except to say: nearly everything. Life-wise? I would paddle a canoe to the Hudson Bay.
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?
I would have continued working with young people in the wilderness.
18 - What made you write, as opposed to doing something else?
I needed to write poems. I would have felt, had I pursued another occupation, that I wasn't living the life I needed to live. There are many times another occupation would have been easier, but never "right."
19 - What was the last great book you read? What was the last great film?
Chronology will not be correct here, but, the first that comes to mind:
Poetry: Engine Empire by Cathy Park Hong
Fiction: True History of the Kelly Gang by Peter Carey
Film: Burnt by the Sun
20 - What are you currently working on?
I'm working on a second manuscript of poems (titled "Human Headed") that includes a long(ish) series of poems from a particular speaker, and sections of poems that deal with changing/disappearing landscapes (and the people caught in these disappearances).
12 or 20 (second series) questions;
Friday, January 31, 2014
Thursday, January 30, 2014
Dennis Tourbin: The Language of Visual Poetry
Curated by Marcie Bronson; Organized and circulated by Rodman Hall Art Centre / Brock University
3 February – 27 April 2014
Opening:
Carleton University Art Gallery
Monday, 3 February, 5:00 – 7:30 p.m.
With special guest speaker Yasir Naqvi, Member of Provincial Parliament for Ottawa Centre
Panel discussion on Dennis Tourbin’s work, featuring Christopher Dornan, Judith Parker, and Daniel Sharp, moderated by Diana Nemiroff
Monday, 3 March, 7:00 p.m.
Poetry Reading for Dennis Tourbin, featuring Michael Dennis, Catherine Jenkins, and rob mclennan
featuring the launch of a new above/ground press chapbook of previously unpublished Dennis Tourbin poems
Monday, 10 March, 7:00 p.m.
Picture credit:
Dennis Tourbin
October Fragments, 1991
acrylic on canvas
© The Estate of Dennis Tourbin, CARCC, 2013.
Location and Parking:
CUAG is located at the north end of the Carleton campus, in the St. Patrick’s building.
For location and parking, see: http://cuag.carleton.ca/index.php/visiting/directions/
Parking passes ($4.00 flat rate) will be sold by CUAG staff just prior to the events.
Details of this are listed just below the map on CUAG’s website (see link provided above).
Carleton University Art Gallery
St. Patrick’s Building
1125 Colonel By Drive
Ottawa, ON K1S 5B6
(613) 520-2120
cuag.carleton.ca
3 February – 27 April 2014
Opening:
Carleton University Art Gallery
Monday, 3 February, 5:00 – 7:30 p.m.
With special guest speaker Yasir Naqvi, Member of Provincial Parliament for Ottawa Centre
Panel discussion on Dennis Tourbin’s work, featuring Christopher Dornan, Judith Parker, and Daniel Sharp, moderated by Diana Nemiroff
Monday, 3 March, 7:00 p.m.
Poetry Reading for Dennis Tourbin, featuring Michael Dennis, Catherine Jenkins, and rob mclennan
featuring the launch of a new above/ground press chapbook of previously unpublished Dennis Tourbin poems
Monday, 10 March, 7:00 p.m.
Picture credit:
Dennis Tourbin
October Fragments, 1991
acrylic on canvas
© The Estate of Dennis Tourbin, CARCC, 2013.
Location and Parking:
CUAG is located at the north end of the Carleton campus, in the St. Patrick’s building.
For location and parking, see: http://cuag.carleton.ca/index.php/visiting/directions/
Parking passes ($4.00 flat rate) will be sold by CUAG staff just prior to the events.
Details of this are listed just below the map on CUAG’s website (see link provided above).
Carleton University Art Gallery
St. Patrick’s Building
1125 Colonel By Drive
Ottawa, ON K1S 5B6
(613) 520-2120
cuag.carleton.ca
Wednesday, January 29, 2014
Brick: A Literary Journal #92
So. Why has Harriet Martineau become so little known? It’s
even more of a mystery when you begin to examine the life and work of Harriet
Martineau, by which I mean simply to skim the surface, like I’ve been doing
these past few months, lift the corner of the beginnings of what there is to
know about this writer and find this versatility: campaigner, autobiographer,
biographer, translator, philosopher, novelist, political economist, travel
writer, world’s first writer of a how-to book, world’s first female journalist
to be retained by a paper as one of its key writers—for she wrote nigh on two
thousand anonymous leaders for the London paper the Daily News, particularly making use of contacts she’d made on trips
to the United States when it came to covering the American Civil War. (Ali
Smith, “The Hour and the Woman”)
Reading
might be a tricky thing these days (given the invention of baby), but I’ve been
slowly going through the new issue of Brick: A Literary Journal (#92, winter 2014). The issue opens with a piece by Ali Smith, “The Hour and the Woman,” on the writer Harriet Martineau (1780-1877),
and presented as “The inaugural Harriet Martineau lecture, in celebration of
Norwich, UNESCO City of Literature.” One of my favourite prose writers for some
time, Smith explores the life, influence and legacy of Norwich-born Martineau,
writing that “When Virginia Woolf makes a speech about professions for women to
the National Society for Women’s Service in January 1931, she lists the names
of the women who’ve ‘made the path smooth’ for her, not only smooth but
possible at all, as a woman whose profession is literature. ‘For the road was
cut many years ago,’ she says, ‘by Fanny Burney, by Aphra Behn, by Harriet
Martineau, by Jane Austen, by George Eliot.’” I’ve always been partial, myself,
to seeking out the disappeared, given that the reasons for disappearance are
always so slight, so random, and forgetfulness is far easier than you might
imagine. It would seem a clear oversight that any writer on such a list would
have fallen by the wayside to by nearly completely forgotten, especially given
the breath, volume and influence of the works published by Martineau throughout
her lifetime. Smith continues: “This ‘irrepressibility’ might be one of the
reasons she’s not read as much as she might be now. Her writing is, shall we
say, fountainous. Another reason might be that the changes of which she’s the vanguard
have all happened; we take them for granted.”
Brick: A Literary
Journal
has long been one of my favourite Canadian literary journals, providing insight
into the familiar and the unfamiliar, usually showcasing international writers
and works I hadn’t previously had any awareness of, and this issue features an
interview by Brick regular Eleanor Wachtel with writer Richard Sennett, an
interview by Forrest Gander with Eikoh Hosoe, and essays by Donald Richie, Simon Loftus, Tim Lilburn and Baziju (the collaborative author made up of poets Kim Maltman and Roo Borson). Ottawa writer and translator Mark Fried includes an
essay on Severo Sarduy, to accompany a short story by the same writer,
translated by Fried. So many of the pieces collected in each issue, whether
non-fiction, interviews, fiction, photography, correspondence and even the
occasional poem, are wrapped around ideas of small, detailed moments, memory
and deep attention. We need to pay attention.
Everything was
agitation amidships, hither-thither, hurry-hurry. The crewmen, half-naked,
desiccated, and feverish, ran to the bridge and contemplated the city
jubilantly; they pointed at the yellowed and twisted features of the palatial
buildings as if these were mirages from their deliria during the passage, or as
if they recognized them and were confirming the accuracy of the engravings they
had been shown in the mother country to beguile them with the pageantry of
America. Then they turned the other way, toward the pink towers of the churches
and the light green crowns of the royal palms that swayed like cool sprouting
grass the length of the port’s boulevard. They ran singing and whistling back
to their cabins and tossed bucketfuls of water at one another, swabbing their
pale sopping hides now that they no longer had to go even without drinking to
make the water last. (“It’s Going to Snow,” Severo Sarduy, trans. Mark Fried)
And
of course, I’ve only space to even mention less than half of what lives inside
the nearly two hundred pages of issue number ninety-two. One of the really
highlights of the issue is a piece by Victoria fiction writer Yasuko Thanh, who
writes elegantly and memorably on photography and memory in her piece “Memento
Mori,” that includes:
I came across an artist on YouTube, Michael David, who’d
built a greenhouse out of glass daguerreotypes because the story, mythologized
in a few seconds in a documentary film on the Civil War, haunted him so. Linda Bierds
wrote a series of poems about glass-plate greenhouses for her book The Profile Makers. Collage artist
Michael Oatman recreated the structure with a group of architectural students.
Ideas make me think of seed pods. They way they burst and
scatter and float and settle and sit and warm to the dirt. Take root, grow too
stubborn to pull out.
In fact, the story isn’t true. The Library of Congress
can account for the majority of the glass plates in the Civil War Collection—even
broken plates are painstakingly collected, each sliver in its own pocket. No collection
is missing enough plates to have built a field of greenhouses.
But as with most legends, the message about transience is
true. It’s what I think about when I think of photographs. We don’t want to be
betrayed by time. We want our memories to stick around.
Another
highlight is by American poet C.D. Wright, who provides the most thoughtful and
exquisite short essay on a poem by Michael Ondaatje, his “Driving with Dominic
/ in the Southern Province / We See Hints of the Circus” from his collection Handwriting (Toronto ON: McClelland and
Stewart, 1998). She ends her piece with:
There are no
grand strategies at work in this poem. There is no sabotage to syntax or
sequence in which information is delivered. There is no pronounced rhythm. No ulterior
philosophical message. With terrific economy a lush environment is suggested. With
characteristic restraint a little world is made. One blogger dismissed the poem
as something as easy to write as striking a match and blowing it out. It could
well have been so simply bestowed, that effortlessly executed. The poem could
be the nucleus of one of the central characters and narratives of a novel to
come, Divisadero, for instance. I suggest
that it is.
Tuesday, January 28, 2014
Lynn Xu, Debts & Lessons
My review of Lynn Xu's Debts & Lessons (Omnidawn, 2013) is now online at Galatea Resurrects.
Monday, January 27, 2014
12 or 20 (second series) questions with Brian Mihok
Brian Mihok's work has appeared or is forthcoming in Everyday Genius, Vol. 1 Brooklyn, Hobart, American Short Fiction online and elsewhere. His novel The Quantum Manual of Style was released by Aqueous Books in 2013. He is associate editor for sunnyoutside press and editor of matchbook, a literary journal of indeterminate prose. He also makes videos you can find at brianmihok.com.
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, The Quantum Manual of Style, was just released this year. As far as comparing it to my other work, it's pretty different. I've never quite written a story or book with this much artifice before. I don't know if it's really changed my life, but it's fun to have a book that people can buy and read. It plucks a different chord for my writing life having a book out. I mostly write because I enjoy it, but it's fun to get published and when you have a book come out it feels like a big accomplishment. Most of my other fiction is more story-looking. This book is broken into rules and terms and a story gets woven throughout that form so at first glance it doesn't look like fiction at all.
2 - How did you come to fiction first, as opposed to, say, poetry or non-fiction?
The first thing I remember writing were stories staring Warner Bros. characters, like Wile E. Coyote and Bugs Bunny. So I guess that was fiction. albeit fan fiction, but I was seven so, you know. I did write fiction and poetry as a teenager. I'm not entirely sure why I focused more on fiction as I got older. Probably just because I didn't know enough poetry. At this point I've written and published both fiction and poems, though mostly fiction. I love poetry now that I have read a bunch. I know the difference between the two when I see it mostly, but I don't necessarily go around thinking I AM FICTION, I AM NOT POETRY. I have been writing some creative non-fiction recently, though. That's been pretty fun. I had a piece about Buffalo, NY on American Short Fiction's site not long ago. I'm having another piece that's kind of like a weird personal essay come out in a magazine here called Block Club. That should be out in January.
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?
Depends on the project. Since moving from Western Massachusetts to Buffalo I have written a lot, which was mostly due to the fact that I didn't know many people in Buffalo. It allotted me time. I've written drafts of three books in the past four years. Before moving to Buffalo I would have said my writing was a bit slow, but now I think it's kind of fast. I tend to write a draft of a story in just a few days. Then it can take anywhere from a week to years to finish it. I have written stories that really just needed a once or twice over and they were good to go. Others have taken what feels like forever. One story I just finished and will be coming out in Everyday Genius sometime soon, I wrote a couple years ago, but the ending was never right. After rewriting the ending about 30 times I finally found it. I had to put the story down for a bit and then one day randomly opened it up and wrote the right ending. Go figure. So I'd say the final drafts don't really look the same as the roughs, but very very very occasionally I get lucky and put something down that just clicks.
4 - Where does a story 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?
Most of the time I think I just write short stories. I don't intend them to get connected and when I have tried to do that it comes out poorly. I wind up sticking so closely to the connections, in order to preserve them, I forget to make the stories good on their own. Making books is hard and confusing and at some point I'm working on something and say, okay this is maybe a book.
5 - Are public readings part of or counter to your creative process? Are you the sort of writer who enjoys doing readings?
I like going to readings and doing readings mostly because of the people I get to meet and see. I'd like to evolve my reading performances to be something better than they are. They aren't really a part of my creative process, but they aren't counter to it either. Mostly I view readings as part of the deal of being a writer because, well, it is.
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 don't try to be too theoretical in my stories, and if I do I go over the top like with The Quantum Manual of Style. I don't have that much fun reading theory. Sometimes it's fun but a lot of times it isn't so I don't really want to write stories like that. I definitely am not trying to answer any questions with my work. I'd rather further the question(s) than attempt any answers because what possible answers could I come up with? I don't think art is there for answers. The only answer art has ever given me is to the question of "What do I care most about besides other people?"
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?
The writer should be an observer and a creative recorder and a connector. When I read great writing I feel together with humanity. I feel a part of something that matters. There have only been a handful of things that humans have consistently done for thousands of years and literature is one of them. That means literature is doing something that matters to us fundamentally, even when we can't name that thing.
8 - Do you find the process of working with an outside editor difficult or essential (or both)?
An outside editor can be either. It depends on the working relationship, but to answer what I think is the intention of the question, I don't necessarily have any problems with working with an outside editor. I just try to choose them wisely.
9 - What is the best piece of advice you've heard (not necessarily given to you directly)?
Something specific: write dialog like it is a tennis match between the speakers. What makes tennis fun to witness is the action between the players, the spin on the ball so that each player doesn't know where the ball is going. It's surprising, unexpected. Anything that isn't a part of the match, cut. Fiction is not film. You don't need to read someone say hello when they pick up the phone.
10 - How easy has it been for you to move between genres (fiction to filmmaking)? What do you see as the appeal?
It hasn't been difficult to move between them because to me they are very different things. I don't confuse them, I mean. Fiction can do things film can't and vice versa. I love film. It's as exciting as literature to me. The exciting thing about film is that while literature has been around for a couple thousand years, film has only been around for 100 years. Think of all the innovation in thousands of years of literature. That is what film is just waiting around for. Isn't that exciting?
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?
This year has been frustratingly busy so my writing routine went out the window, but typically I like to write everyday. The time of day doesn't matter much, but I like to write a page. I feel like if I can sit down and write a page almost everyday I could theoretically write 300+ pages a year. That's good. As far as the day beginning, I'm not good at writing first thing in the morning. My brain doesn't fire on all cylinders early. I wish it did. I wish I could get up at 6am and just get it in and then have the day filled with all the things it gets filled with.
12 - When your writing gets stalled, where do you turn or return for (for lack of a better word) inspiration?
Usually I'll be in a reading mode or a writing mode, but not both. I don't necessarily do a lot of reading while I'm in the writing mode. So if I find that writing is slowing down, it may mean I just need to read some books. Refills the tank.
13 - What fragrance reminds you of home?
The smell of dirt. When I was in middle school my family moved from New Jersey to Florida. One of the biggest differences was the dirt in Florida, or lack of it. Florida is all sand and limestone. When I smell dirt, I think of that time long ago when I longed for the ground beneath my feet to be real dirt and not shifting sand.
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?
Absolutely. Part of the premise for The Quantum Manual of Style came about as the result of my interest in pop science. I love reading about the recent discoveries and edges of knowledge. When those boundaries get shifted. I also play music. I like lots of different kinds of art and it all swirls in my head, interconnected. I get influenced by everything.
15 - What other writers or writings are important for your work, or simply your life outside of your work?
Tons: Gabe Durham, Jeannie Hoag, Seth Landman, Heather Christle, Boomer Pinches, Rachel B. Glaser, Melville, Hawthorne, Lydia Davis, Mary Gaitskill, Borges, Lisa Jarnot, Chris Bachelder, Noy Holland, Sabina Murray, James Tate, on and on.
16 - What would you like to do that you haven't yet done?
I have yet to go on an extended book tour. That'd be fun.
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?
Awfully tough. I am trying to think back to a point when I would have chosen something else. Can't think of it. If not writing it would have just been some other art.
18 - What made you write, as opposed to doing something else?
It was one of the earliest tools to make art in a way that was fun and exciting. Also I think it's just the art that I am best at.
19 - What was the last great book you read? What was the last great film?
I just read Tomaz Salamun's book of poems called A Ballad for Metka Krasovec and enjoyed it a ton. Best film in a while was The Apostle, written, directed, and starred in by Robert Duvall. I liked Robert Duvall before but now I love him.
20 - What are you currently working on?
Just finishing up a short collection of stories called Country of Warehouses. I hope to start a novel soon.
12 or 20 (second series) questions;
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, The Quantum Manual of Style, was just released this year. As far as comparing it to my other work, it's pretty different. I've never quite written a story or book with this much artifice before. I don't know if it's really changed my life, but it's fun to have a book that people can buy and read. It plucks a different chord for my writing life having a book out. I mostly write because I enjoy it, but it's fun to get published and when you have a book come out it feels like a big accomplishment. Most of my other fiction is more story-looking. This book is broken into rules and terms and a story gets woven throughout that form so at first glance it doesn't look like fiction at all.
2 - How did you come to fiction first, as opposed to, say, poetry or non-fiction?
The first thing I remember writing were stories staring Warner Bros. characters, like Wile E. Coyote and Bugs Bunny. So I guess that was fiction. albeit fan fiction, but I was seven so, you know. I did write fiction and poetry as a teenager. I'm not entirely sure why I focused more on fiction as I got older. Probably just because I didn't know enough poetry. At this point I've written and published both fiction and poems, though mostly fiction. I love poetry now that I have read a bunch. I know the difference between the two when I see it mostly, but I don't necessarily go around thinking I AM FICTION, I AM NOT POETRY. I have been writing some creative non-fiction recently, though. That's been pretty fun. I had a piece about Buffalo, NY on American Short Fiction's site not long ago. I'm having another piece that's kind of like a weird personal essay come out in a magazine here called Block Club. That should be out in January.
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?
Depends on the project. Since moving from Western Massachusetts to Buffalo I have written a lot, which was mostly due to the fact that I didn't know many people in Buffalo. It allotted me time. I've written drafts of three books in the past four years. Before moving to Buffalo I would have said my writing was a bit slow, but now I think it's kind of fast. I tend to write a draft of a story in just a few days. Then it can take anywhere from a week to years to finish it. I have written stories that really just needed a once or twice over and they were good to go. Others have taken what feels like forever. One story I just finished and will be coming out in Everyday Genius sometime soon, I wrote a couple years ago, but the ending was never right. After rewriting the ending about 30 times I finally found it. I had to put the story down for a bit and then one day randomly opened it up and wrote the right ending. Go figure. So I'd say the final drafts don't really look the same as the roughs, but very very very occasionally I get lucky and put something down that just clicks.
4 - Where does a story 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?
Most of the time I think I just write short stories. I don't intend them to get connected and when I have tried to do that it comes out poorly. I wind up sticking so closely to the connections, in order to preserve them, I forget to make the stories good on their own. Making books is hard and confusing and at some point I'm working on something and say, okay this is maybe a book.
5 - Are public readings part of or counter to your creative process? Are you the sort of writer who enjoys doing readings?
I like going to readings and doing readings mostly because of the people I get to meet and see. I'd like to evolve my reading performances to be something better than they are. They aren't really a part of my creative process, but they aren't counter to it either. Mostly I view readings as part of the deal of being a writer because, well, it is.
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 don't try to be too theoretical in my stories, and if I do I go over the top like with The Quantum Manual of Style. I don't have that much fun reading theory. Sometimes it's fun but a lot of times it isn't so I don't really want to write stories like that. I definitely am not trying to answer any questions with my work. I'd rather further the question(s) than attempt any answers because what possible answers could I come up with? I don't think art is there for answers. The only answer art has ever given me is to the question of "What do I care most about besides other people?"
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?
The writer should be an observer and a creative recorder and a connector. When I read great writing I feel together with humanity. I feel a part of something that matters. There have only been a handful of things that humans have consistently done for thousands of years and literature is one of them. That means literature is doing something that matters to us fundamentally, even when we can't name that thing.
8 - Do you find the process of working with an outside editor difficult or essential (or both)?
An outside editor can be either. It depends on the working relationship, but to answer what I think is the intention of the question, I don't necessarily have any problems with working with an outside editor. I just try to choose them wisely.
9 - What is the best piece of advice you've heard (not necessarily given to you directly)?
Something specific: write dialog like it is a tennis match between the speakers. What makes tennis fun to witness is the action between the players, the spin on the ball so that each player doesn't know where the ball is going. It's surprising, unexpected. Anything that isn't a part of the match, cut. Fiction is not film. You don't need to read someone say hello when they pick up the phone.
10 - How easy has it been for you to move between genres (fiction to filmmaking)? What do you see as the appeal?
It hasn't been difficult to move between them because to me they are very different things. I don't confuse them, I mean. Fiction can do things film can't and vice versa. I love film. It's as exciting as literature to me. The exciting thing about film is that while literature has been around for a couple thousand years, film has only been around for 100 years. Think of all the innovation in thousands of years of literature. That is what film is just waiting around for. Isn't that exciting?
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?
This year has been frustratingly busy so my writing routine went out the window, but typically I like to write everyday. The time of day doesn't matter much, but I like to write a page. I feel like if I can sit down and write a page almost everyday I could theoretically write 300+ pages a year. That's good. As far as the day beginning, I'm not good at writing first thing in the morning. My brain doesn't fire on all cylinders early. I wish it did. I wish I could get up at 6am and just get it in and then have the day filled with all the things it gets filled with.
12 - When your writing gets stalled, where do you turn or return for (for lack of a better word) inspiration?
Usually I'll be in a reading mode or a writing mode, but not both. I don't necessarily do a lot of reading while I'm in the writing mode. So if I find that writing is slowing down, it may mean I just need to read some books. Refills the tank.
13 - What fragrance reminds you of home?
The smell of dirt. When I was in middle school my family moved from New Jersey to Florida. One of the biggest differences was the dirt in Florida, or lack of it. Florida is all sand and limestone. When I smell dirt, I think of that time long ago when I longed for the ground beneath my feet to be real dirt and not shifting sand.
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?
Absolutely. Part of the premise for The Quantum Manual of Style came about as the result of my interest in pop science. I love reading about the recent discoveries and edges of knowledge. When those boundaries get shifted. I also play music. I like lots of different kinds of art and it all swirls in my head, interconnected. I get influenced by everything.
15 - What other writers or writings are important for your work, or simply your life outside of your work?
Tons: Gabe Durham, Jeannie Hoag, Seth Landman, Heather Christle, Boomer Pinches, Rachel B. Glaser, Melville, Hawthorne, Lydia Davis, Mary Gaitskill, Borges, Lisa Jarnot, Chris Bachelder, Noy Holland, Sabina Murray, James Tate, on and on.
16 - What would you like to do that you haven't yet done?
I have yet to go on an extended book tour. That'd be fun.
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?
Awfully tough. I am trying to think back to a point when I would have chosen something else. Can't think of it. If not writing it would have just been some other art.
18 - What made you write, as opposed to doing something else?
It was one of the earliest tools to make art in a way that was fun and exciting. Also I think it's just the art that I am best at.
19 - What was the last great book you read? What was the last great film?
I just read Tomaz Salamun's book of poems called A Ballad for Metka Krasovec and enjoyed it a ton. Best film in a while was The Apostle, written, directed, and starred in by Robert Duvall. I liked Robert Duvall before but now I love him.
20 - What are you currently working on?
Just finishing up a short collection of stories called Country of Warehouses. I hope to start a novel soon.
12 or 20 (second series) questions;
Sunday, January 26, 2014
Bianca Stone, Someone Else’s Wedding Vows
What
It’s Like
I cannot love like a
ninepin. Not
like the lane. Not like
the blue shoe.
I can love like a
farmhouse, or a grief-
chimney that funnels
from the ovens
of my earlier unpopular
period. This
is a pond where
thousands
of black tadpoles
loiter at the rocks.
This is a wooden raft
being tipped
by an assembly of
teenagers.
And there are no clouds
in the sky.
No airplanes. There isn’t
even
a sky. And there isn’t even
a sky behind that.
Given
how long I’ve been aware of her name and her work, it seems amazing somehow that
Brooklyn poet and illustrator Bianca Stone’s new Someone Else’s Wedding Vows (Portland OR/Brooklyn NY: Octopus
Books/Tin House, 2014) is only her first trade poetry collection. If you’ve
seen the recent Anne Carson collection, Antigonick
(Toronto ON: McClelland and Stewart, 2012), you’ve already seen some of Stone’s
artwork, and one of the only frustrations that I can see with this collection of her poems is the fact that only a single image of hers, gracing the cover,
is included. The poems in this collection, organized in three untitled
sections, are lyrics of exploration and clarification, constantly seeking out
what might otherwise be never understood. Some of the flavour of Stone’s
striking straight lines are reminiscent slightly of the work of contemporary
American poets such as Hailey Higdon, Hillary Gravendyck, Emily Kendal Frey and
Emily Pettit for their subversion, discomfort comfort and use of the straight
phrase. As she writes in the middle of the single-stanza three-page poem “Outpost”:
The ancient clouds move
over the alcoholic sky.
I have seen the grey
beards
of Northern Florida,
swum with the sea cow.
I have listened to the
brief
troubles of the old,
black cat.
I saw my mother flume
toward the abyss and
draw back.
And I, who was half
asleep
for my one earthquake,
now merely a fragment
looking for the center
of the earth.
There
is such a sadness resting behind so many of these poems, coupled with a
particular kind of fantastic observation that couldn’t be achieved any other
way, akin to light shining through a deep dark. Hers are long passages that
accumulate strikes and quirky lines and the collision of emotional highs and lows.
There is a distinctive and oddball charm to these poems, whether the poem “Because
You Love You Come Apart,” that opens with “Your hair is wonderful today. / This
is a microscopic caress at a party.” or the poem “Elegy,” subtitled “with Judy
Garland & refrigerator,” with lines some of which strike as hard and deep
as a punch: “I take out my collection / of tissue and listen to Judy Garland /
sing Have Yourself A Merry Little Christmas, / her voice like some wildflower /
absorbing into the crimped human mind / an infinite medium of grief— / this human
brain that cannot assume / the trust position.” How does anyone manage such forceful
writing from a first trade collection? Perhaps as the daughter of poet Abigail Stone and granddaughter of poet Ruth Stone, she had the advantage of a particular
kind of education, or perhaps her innate attention to detail and the line was all
she required. And there is a deep attention here, to a life as it is lived, and
to the quirky thoughts that so often quickly pass, and those dark places we aren’t
meant to visit, let alone attempt to understand.
Isn’t it hard,
monsieur, to speak
of anything except the
moon anymore?
Like the room we just
now
are leaving
like our mothers
refusing to blow a
single fragment
off the ground
only when we look away
things flutter (“Monsieur”)
Saturday, January 25, 2014
Ongoing notes: late January, 2014
You might have noticed by now: I have very few non-baby photos these days. Here is another.
Toronto ON: One of the
most exciting poets in Toronto without a trade book has to be Fenn Stewart.
Originally from Vancouver, VEGETABLE INVENTORY (Toronto ON: Ferno House, 2013) is Stewart’s second poetry
chapbook, after the bpNichol Chapbook Award-shortlisted An OK Organ Man from above/ground press. The poems in VEGETABLE INVENTORY stitch together from
a variety of sources, as the acknowledgments write that “These poems owe much
of themselves in (in no particular order) the Stanley Park Forest Management Plan (2009), the sonnets of John
Donne (esp. “Annunciation” & “Nativity”), Wikipedia (esp. “Highland
Clearances”), Major Matthew’s Early
Vancouver, the Chicago Manual of Style, a variety of CBT worksheets, the
extended title of Charles Varlo’s 1796 The
Floating Ideas of Nature, the Oxford English Dictionary, promotional spam,
the Royal Proclamation of 1763, early colonial legal decisions, the pleasing
and fortunate failings of Google translate, and an Avaaz petition about fish.”
Meanwhile,
back at the Highlands
consternation and
confusion. little or no time, persons or property. the people striving. get on
the ground sooner. the fire should reach them. next, struggling to save the
most valuable. the cries the roaring hunted at the same time by the yelling
dogs. the lack of capacity. it baffles description. a dense cloud of smoke. the
whole country day by day. far out to sea. awfully grand but also terrific. all the
houses. an extensive district. flames at once. a height of eleven o’clock. two hundred
and fifty blazing houses. many of the owners. in or out of the flames. I could
not tell. the conflagration lasted. the whole of the dwellings. during one of
these days. a boat was lost.
in the dense smoke of
the shore, the lurid light of the flames,
the Duchess of
Sutherland turned her attention,
with the greatest of
energy—
There
is a sharp and thoughtful quality to her lines, and something quite lively
there as well, whether she’s articulating around and through a philosophical
point, writing out directions, or speaking (quite literally) of the devil. Stewart’s poems exist as collage-works, stitching straight lines and assorted phrases
together into a series of unusual texts; unusual for their deceptively
descriptive straightforwardness, when in fact the effect they achieve far more
subtle and subversive, less straightforward than accumulative. As the poem “Maps
and Directions” begins:
I know it is normal to
think of the devil from time to time
but the subsequent
threat of insects
has forced the board to
spend considerable money
(THE SPELLING IS
FAULTY)
there will always remain
the potential for infestation,
the widespread setback
of the forest canopy
Philadelphia PA: Anyone who
follows these posts knows that I’ve long been a fan of Philadelphia poet Pattie McCarthy, so couldn’t help but get excited to hear about the publication of the
chapbook scenes from the lives of my parents (New Jersey: Bloof Books, 2014). The poems in this small collection
each begin with a small asterisk and opening line, as though the entire work a
sequence of footnotes, broadening the scope of information presented within an
unseen source. Perhaps the footnotes exist as the real story, the important
moments, between the mundane pieces of living. Perhaps it doesn’t matter.
*scenes from the lives
of my parents:
my father shaved his
head in order to write
a letter upon his scalp
& waited
(for his hair to
regrow)—whereupon
he set off for my
mother & there shaved
his head again to
reveal the message.
this was a period of
history that tolerated
a certain lack of
urgency.
Many
of McCarthy’s poems over the years have been composed in part from her apparent
love of research into medieval subjects, topics and sources, blended with
contemporary, personal and familial references, including her children, all of
which come through with an incredible, staccato ease. Her poems bounce and leap
and have such a wonderful sense of sound and play that I don’t see in that many
other writers (Sylvia Legris, perhaps, or Emily Carr, among others). Apparently
another chapbook, Nulls, is forthcoming this year from Horse Less Press, as is fifteen genre scenes from the newly-established eth press. I look
forward to all.
*scenes from the lives
of my parents:
my mother asked the
midwife to place
a special stone under
her head & give
her a potion—in part of
the finger,
toe, & knee-joints
of corpses—to ease
her birth pangs
(perhaps an alteration of prong).
a piece of flexible
material forming the
hinge. she was ordered
burned alive. the
midwife was also executed.
[I doubt the authorship
of this book.]