Tuesday, April 30, 2024

12 or 20 (second series) questions with Matt Rader

Matt Rader lives with his family in Kelowna, BC. He’s the author of six books of poems, a collection of stories, and a work of auto-theory. He teaches Creative Writing at the University of British Columbia Okanagan. His most recent book is Fine (Nightwood Editions 2024).

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, Miraculous Hours, arrived at my door on my 27th birthday. Later that year, my first child was born. My most recent book, Fine, will launch on April 6, the day before my 46th birthday. That kid from 2005 is now completing 2nd year university. It’s probably too neat an analogy to say that the difference between the two books is an entire childhood and adolescence but the difference between the two books is an entire childhood and adolescence.

2 - How did you come to poetry first, as opposed to, say, fiction or non-fiction?
When I was a small kid, Dennis Lee bounced me on his knee while he read poems. I ran away crying. Later, I drew a picture of Shel Silverstein’s “The Bear in the Frigidaire” that I felt was really good. My mum helped me write a haiku about the sea when I was about 8. When I went to university, I thought I might be an illustrator. I took a poetry writing class and my teacher, Patrick Lane, looked like my dad who was a long-haul trucker and later a crane operator. Then I thought I’d be a novelist. Then I thought I’d try social work. Meanwhile I kept taking poetry classes with Lorna Crozier. Eventually, I had no choice but to write poems.

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?
Any one poem or story or essay might start as if from nothing and come into some wholeness within days or weeks. Other poems—and especially books—might take years or even decades. Sometimes I take many notes, sometimes I don’t. Truthfully, it’s impossible to say definitively what time or note-taking really have to do with the work in its “final” form. Even work that appears to arise from nowhere and come out fully formed also seems to be the product of all the prior living and “work.”  Research and patience might be like dance-steps practiced over and over until some pattern is embodied and then no longer thought about.

4 - Where does a poem or work of prose 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?
This depends entirely on the project. With poems and stories, I typically begin with short pieces that at some point suggest a larger scope. However, I’ve also worked with the bigger project or book in mind from the start. Grant writing and academic life have often required that I articulate a larger project or area of research. I tell my graduate students applying for grants and scholarships that they only need to tell a good story about the project they’re going to work on and then ignore that story while they create the work. Inevitably, the final work always bears an interesting resemblance to that story anyway.

5 - Are public readings part of or counter to your creative process? Are you the sort of writer who enjoys doing readings?
I’ve been involved in organizing literary readings my entire adult life. Nevertheless, I’ve always had an ambivalent feeling about them. What matters to me about a reading is that it is a moment in which people gather to privilege works of the imagination. I can’t honestly say that I enjoy doing readings, but I can say that taking part in a reading as an organizer, audience member, or reader is something that I value, that I think is a good in this world, and that I often find very moving.

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?
Questions are always being replaced with other questions. For a long time, I asked, How do I expand what I think is beautiful? This has many dimensions and is a deeply political question. I’m still living with that question. Before that question came to me, I wondered for many years how I might live in my own body, and then later in the “body” of the Okanagan Valley (Sylix Territory) in British Columbia, where I’ve made my home for 10 years. More recently, I’ve asked myself how I might talk to the people around me. That might sound like a simple question but the terms “I” and “talk” and “the people” and “around” are all fields of profound consideration. Today the question is, Can I tell the truth?

7 – What do you see the current role of the writer being in larger culture? Do they even have one? What do you think the role of the writer should be?
For me, at their best, writers—and poets in particular—are people who disturb habits of language and story. Literature makes our lives and our use of language strange and new to us and in this way creates a potential for change. Writing is never neutral.

8 - Do you find the process of working with an outside editor difficult or essential (or both)?
If by editor we mean anyone who might offer input on a draft, then I find it necessary (which is perhaps different than essential). In this sense, all my work has at a least a couple of “editors.” Language use is a community event. It’s extremely helpful to seek out the guidance of the community.

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

Don’t fight with pigs. The pigs love it and you get filthy.

10 - How easy has it been for you to move between genres (poetry to essays to short stories)? What do you see as the appeal?
Stories, essays, and poems all favour different styles of thought. For me, stories privilege narrative. Essays privilege the development of ideas. Poetry privileges sound, image, and graphical representations. Of course, stories can be poetic, essays can tell a story, and poetry can develop an idea, but these areas of privilege are the, for me, the appeal to switching genres. There’s also a productive distinction for me between verse and prose. Because verse privileges changing direction, its relationship to time and idea is often stranger than work in prose.

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?
For much of the last year, my day has begun with exercise. I write in the margins of my day, as it were.

12 - When your writing gets stalled, where do you turn or return for (for lack of a better word) inspiration?
Relationships. Time. Exercise. My body. Music. Only later books.

13 - What was your last Hallowe'en costume?
Last year, I went as my dad.

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 like a good tautology. McFadden was clearly right in the most basic sense—we can only call something a book because we have a previous example of a book to help conceive of what this new object might be. Everything is an influence though. A book is an entangled cultural product; it’s entangled with all other cultural products and all habits of human being including what we perceive as “natural.” One aspect of my work is to become more and more aware of these influences.

15 - What other writers or writings are important for your work, or simply your life outside of your work?
Seamus Heaney’s collection Seeing Things. The poems of Louise Glück. These both have strangely enduring holds on me. A list of the other writers and writings would be too long as to be largely meaningless. Garrett Hongo’s poem “The Legend” is something I return to many times a year. Michael Longley’s “The Linen Industry” is sublime.

16 - What would you like to do that you haven't yet done?
Get really old.

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 doctor working in an area of functional medicine.

18 - What made you write, as opposed to doing something else?
I was better at it than drawing or playing guitar.

19 - What was the last great book you read? What was the last great film?

Excluding the great books, I re-read on the regular, the last great book of poetry I read was The White Light of Tomorrow by Russell Thornton. The last film to really move me was Celine Song’s Past Lives.

20 - What are you currently working on?
This questionnaire. Now I’m done. Thank you.

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Monday, April 29, 2024

Gunnar Wærness, friends with everyone (trans. Gabriel Gudding

 

the shadow of the homeland is a sea
that follows us in our journey    it waits for us
beside the rivers    that resemble blue intestines
spilling from the folds    of the map we stole

i conjure from this tangle    of viscera and bowels
the carcass we called the world    we chased it with swords
first in boats    then books    and at last with this
one bare hand    that burns here    on your thigh goddess
which you brush away    saying    if you want to fuck
comrade    you have to stop calling me momma

these are not my words    that are crawling down the edge
of the map of the world    drawn with crushed cochineal
soot and blood    on vellum here    where the seas and grown small
and the countries have disappeared    while the rivers have widened (“6. (such a friend to everyone / march 23 2015”)

I’m intrigued by the punk swagger of musical, muscled language of Norwegian poet Gunnar Wærness' poetry collection friends with everyone (Action Books, 2024), a collection that offers his poems in original Norwegian alongside English translation, as translated by American poet and translator Gabriel Gudding. The collection is constructed out of fifty-five numbered poems across six sections, or “waves,” with final, seventh “wave” made up of a single, coda-like poem set at the end. Throughout, the poems accumulate across a narrative expansiveness, each building upon the prior, some of which are quite lengthy, almost unwieldly, across multiple pages. There is an element of this collection reminiscent of so many of those hefty Nightboat Books selecteds, offering whole new worlds and histories of writers of whom I had previously and completely unaware (it is always good to be regularly presented with new worlds beyond one’s borders), and Wærness’ poetry, at least as evidenced through this collection, is polyvocal and explorative, providing an outreach one can never quite see the horizons of, beyond the stark works set upon the page. “you are your own / many-mentioned / heretic-angel,” the poem “21. (the angel of history / june 1 2015)” begins, “all of us who believed in you / each plucked something / from your fire     as a souvenir // on your yellowed image / the contones and rasters / are your fire’s cinders [.]” And there’s something of the date set in so many of the poem titles, jumping around in time and space, that provide a kind of untetheredness; it suggests dates of composition, perhaps, but might also be a kind of red herring, or even providing dates from original composition, set in this particular order through and for other means. One might wonder if the collection might provide a different shape if the poems were set in sequential order as suggested by each date instead of the poems’ numbering systems, or if the very notion of Wærness’ expansiveness would render such reordering entirely moot. As Gudding writes to open his post-script, “And the Carcass Says Look”:

In August 2022 about twenty Scandinavian poets and critics gathered for a symposium in Sundsvall, Sweden, to discuss the work of Gunnar Wærness (pron. Varniss)—in front of, with, and despite the misgivings of Wærness himself: I was fortunate enough to attend. The symposium principally focused on only one of Wærness’s several books, Venn med alle. The Danish poet Glaz Serup asked Wærness about the many voices being sounded from the “I” in the book: from which or what reality or realm are these voices speaking? It’s an understandable question: everything speaks in Friends with Everyone. Or maybe: it’s more that speech is distributed across a range of entities, a crowd of voices, sometimes democratic, sometimes geologic, sometimes botanical. Nonhuman animals speak as they blink into extinction, the sea speaks, a mite speaks, rocks and trees speak, the collective hiveghost of colonizing white people speaks, a prisoner, a cup, a goddess, a bowl, an eye, a tongue, a flower, a fetus. Lenin speaks from cupboards and drawers. We hear from unborn children and the dead speak from unknown realms. Even words speak in order to ask to be spoken. And somehow behind these voices are other voices: the mite seems to ventriloquize immigrants, while poets are trying to ventriloquize whole nations. The whole book seems suffused with monstrous speech, a gothic panpsychism. The issue then in Friends with Everyone is reliably present: who or what speaks and why? To whom are they talking? And who is the friend?

 

Sunday, April 28, 2024

Bren Simmers, The Work

 

OPTIONS

My brother and his
wife have stopped
making long-term
plans. The window
shrunk to months.
A basketball and a
volleyball removed
from her uterus,
her colon gone,
part of her liver,
spots blooming
on her lungs.
Now it’s chemo
every three weeks
until that stops
working. So long
as there’s options,
don’t talk about
dying
. She fights
to play with her
daughters each
day, bank enough
memories to outlast
their childhoods.

The latest poetry title by Prince Edward Island-based poet Bren Simmers is The Work (Kentville NS: Gaspereau Press, 2024), following Night Gears (Hamilton ON: Wolsak & Wynn, 2010), Hastings-Sunrise (Gibsons BC: Nightwood Editions, 2015) [see my review of such here], Pivot Point (Gaspereau Press, 2019) and If, When (Gaspereau Press, 2021) [see my review of such here]. The Work, as the back cover offers, engages “with the work of love and loss and the hope that we might somehow learn to carry our portion of grief. Simmers writes of churning in an accumulation of losses—the sudden death of her father, the descent of her mother into dementia, her sister-in-law’s terminal illness—and of the work of slowly making wholeness out of brokenness.” There is an enormous amount of churning, as the book offers, through this collection, swirling and surrounding grief and illness and the roiling turmoil of familial health, all of which carry their own considerable and accumulative weight. “There comes a point / when the losses stack / up and all you want is / a few good years and / cash in your wallet.” Simmers writes, to open the poem “LOAD UPON LOAD,” the piece that opens the first of the book’s five sections. Simmers’ usual clear narrative lyric provides a tension through its very restraint and straightforwardness, writing the implications of grief, and the regrets around what can no longer be said, no longer be repeated, no longer be taken back. “The last night I was in an airport I ran / from one empty terminal to the next / looking for a time zone with my father / still in it.” she writes, to open the poem “ICE FISHING.” Further, to close the short poem, offering: “I could feed a village with / my grief. These days, / I don’t need a shelter or // an opening to talk to him. / Simply stand on the ice, / let the wind scale / my cheeks.”

“If I stopped taking airplanes / I’d never see my family again.” the poem “IF SATURDAY, AN EMPTY PARKING LOT” offers. The poems mourn the slow loss of family and connection, a connection that requires a physicality. “Hello // to putting on hard pants and still trying / to enter a conversation thinking yes,” ends the poem “HELLO/YES,” “how a single word sets you up / for connection in a time when // people can’t touch.” Focusing different sections on different individuals across this array of loss and losses, the poems of the penultimate section, “STILL MOM,” offer an erasure of vowels across the narrative, demonstrating a devastating progress of holes in her mother’s language as her mind deteriorates. As the poem “WHEN YOU STARTED HAVING ACCIDENTS” ends: “the sky is beige your food pureed you’ve / started to strike the aides during m rning care their / answer is always m re drugs on your birthday y u / said I love you back      it’d been m nths    when / friends ask I tell them that [.]” The Work is a book that holds these articulations of loss so completely that, as a reader, one hopes that the process might allow any reader a way into their own losses, and perhaps, the author, a way from which to move somehow beyond. This really is a powerful collection.

 

 

Saturday, April 27, 2024

12 or 20 (second series) questions with Sara Henning

Sara Henning is the author of the poetry collections Burn (Southern Illinois University Press, 2024), a 2022 Crab Orchard Series in Poetry Editor’s Selection; Terra Incognita (Ohio University Press, 2022), winner of the 2021 Hollis Summers Poetry Prize; and View from True North (Southern Illinois University Press, 2018), winner of the 2017 Crab Orchard Series in Poetry Open Competition Award and the 2019 High Plains Book Award. She is an assistant professor of creative writing at Marshall University. Please visit her at https://www.sarahenningpoet.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?

I’d like to begin by chatting about View From True North, the collection of poetry which co-won the Crab Orchard Series in Poetry’s Open Competition Award (with the late Monica Berlin) in 2017.  When I was sending that manuscript around to contests, I was fresh out of graduate school, my mother had recently lost her battle with cancer, and I was  at a crossroads in my life in every sense of that word: I was dating my future husband long-distance; I was sometimes-succeeding, mostly-failing to manage my late mother’s affairs from states away (I finally got her home sold in 2019); I was lucky enough to be employed as a visiting assistant professor for the year after failing to obtain a tenure-track job in my field, but I had no future prospects. The truth was, I didn’t believe in myself as an artist or as a person. Grief and the difficulties of the academic job market had obliterated that for me. When I got the call from the late Jon Tribble that my book had co-won such a prestigious award, I was baffled: I was out crane-watching in Nebraska, had crappy cell reception, and I had pulled off at a Casey’s gas station to talk. It was in that moment that my life as a poet and as a human being changed. I felt acknowledged, celebrated even. I loved every minute of working with Jon and later with Southern Illinois University Press. Once the book was published, going on book tour was an exciting rebirth for someone who had lost so much of herself when her mother died. My mother, a counselor who largely worked with dual-diagnosis patients, used to tell me about the gift of the struggle. It was a metaphor she used with her clients to talk about survival. She said that a caterpillar had to fight its way out of its chrysalis to gain the strength to use its wings. In the most emotionally honest way possible, View From True North helped me find my wings. I have been lucky to have had some literary success since 2018, when that book came out. I won the 2021 Hollis Summers Poetry Prize and my collection of poems, Terra Incognita, was published by Ohio University Press in 2022. My newest collection of poems, Burn, is forthcoming from Southern Illinois University Press later this month as a Crab Orchard Series in Poetry Editor’s Selection. I’m still doing what I advise my students to do—to write with an open mind and an open heart, to use emotional honesty as a writing tool. I am still writing about my journey as a human being, both elegizing and eulogizing my experiences. I am still celebrating and finding joy in small, tender moments. I am still taking risks in both form and function; however, my experiential knowledge of working with two thriving university presses and a wonderful publicist, Kelly Forsythe, transformed what I believed was possible both in my writing and in my publication journeys. My role, as I see it, is to  continue to publish and to help guide a new generation of poets in my role as the tenure-track poet at Marshall University in Huntington, WV. I am joyful every moment I get the pleasure of helping them bring their own artistic goals to fruition.

2 - How did you come to poetry first, as opposed to, say, fiction or non-fiction?

Honestly? When was an undergraduate, I was a pre-med major studying genetics. I thought it would be fun to take an introductory creative writing class in-between my science pre-requisites. At first, I fell in love with fiction, and I wanted to take another fiction class that fall. Unfortunately, all of them were full! However, a poetry class had spots still open with the professor who would become my first mentor, Brian Henry, who now teaches at the University of Richmond. His seminar became my favorite class, and during that time, I fell in love with poetry. Though I came to poetry second, it became my enduring love.

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?

This is a tough question! I’m a planner, which means I spend the bulk of my time researching my way into a new project’s architectural framework, then considering how individual poems could work to negotiate the project’s craft-based strategies. Then I proceed to write those poems, slowly at first, and generally around the crests and troughs of an academic semester. Summers are glorious. I think it is important to say this: I give myself time to process the emptiness of completing a manuscript. It may sound ironic, because publishing a book is joyous, yes? Yes, it is! However, when a collection of poems goes to press, it stops being mine and enters the canon of contemporary poetry—and that’s a bittersweet combination of both celebration and loss. I become filled with questions: What is the next project? Will I be able to write it? Can I approach it with an open mind and an open heart, writing from a place of emotional honesty? What do I need to do and how do I need to prepare myself to say what I need to say? That last question made me laugh (at myself): if only one could see my notebooks. Copious would be one way to describe my note-taking process, well, and messy (I am left-handed in every stereotypical way possible)! First drafts look nothing like their final shape, usually, and I find the real work of writing exists in how I revise my way toward what the poem is trying to do and say, not necessarily what I want it to do and say. I am frankly jealous of other writers whom I talk to who write a poem when called to do so, poets who wait until enough poems are written in this way, and then look for how the poems talk to each other. There is something truly organic and beautiful about going about writing in this way, but to put myself in that position? Just thinking about it gives me hives. Maybe the next lesson I need to learn is to take a deep breath, let go, and let the words take over.

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?

Oh, I’m that poet working on a “book” from the very beginning. I don’t know how else to work, and I say that to let it be known I wish I had facility to work in other ways. I certainly do not think my method is the good or the right way, it is just my way for now. This is how I teach my students: find your writing schedule, find your way into a poem, find the conversation you are joining, find your perfect writing schedule and space. I refuse to chastise myself (or my students!) with destructive, misogynistic, classist, and ableist myths—if you don’t get up at 5 am every day to write, then you are not a writer, etc. etc. However, poems usually emerge for me out of abundant amounts of research, and then I find myself lost in regard to how to wade through it. My saving grace? I often turn to prompts written by people smarter than I am. I am a huge fan of Kim Addonizio’s Ordinary Genius; Maria Mazziotti Gillan’s Writing Poetry to Save Your Life, and Nickole Brown and Jessica Jacobs’ Write It!: 100 Poetry Prompts to Inspire. There are other prompts and books I have not listed here, enough to fill a whole lifetime of drafting. I look forward to discovering (and sharing) as many as I can!

5 - Are public readings part of or counter to your creative process? Are you the sort of writer who enjoys doing readings?

Oh, I love doing readings. I love doing them because they allow me to connect with other writers. I have a confession—I’m an extrovert—which I know can be a bit of a rarity among writers and those interested in reading/writing studies. But because I am a poet who believes so much in community, I believe in contributing to that community any way I can: holding workshops at public libraries and community organizations dedicated to serving literary interests, giving readings at local bookstores to support them, giving readings at universities to show students that they too can be on stage, sharing the work which defines them as writers and artists. Loving doing readings doesn’t mean that I don’t find them nerve-wracking at times! LOL. I guess there is a part of me that is always scared I’ll be the girl who invites everyone to her birthday party and no one shows up. But you know what? That’s never happened. When we pledge to show up for each other, to support one another and to promote each other’s work, we are practicing community. I’ll never stop showing up for others, no matter how many people are (or are not) in any given audience of mine. However, I must say that writing and performing are two different processes with very different goals, and I think it is wise to differentiate the type of rhetorical function (and the sort of emotional energy) each one of them requires. One needs to prepare for spending hours alone at the desk or spending hours on the road or among an audience of eager listeners.  And like anything else, practice makes one better at doing the things that are both inside and outside of our comfort zones.

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 do. My last three books—View From True North, Terra Incognita, and now Burn—are all elegies, but not in the way that one might think. View From True North, written in the wake of my grandfather’s death, explores sexual erasure, the emotional damage of living a double life, and how overlapping traumas have the capacity to lock a family system into a toxic dance. I grew up a second-generation child of an alcoholic. I was born into a family in which people loved each other deeply, but were afraid to embrace the truths of their own lives. The members of my family—my aunts, uncles, grandparents, mother—were deeply unhappy in their own ways, but no one was ready (willing? able?) to break the cycle but me. I guess I could say that View From True North was how I learned to find myself apart from my family, how I learned to honor and to love both myself and those who made me. Terra Incognita is a very intentional elegy for my mother, who lost her battle to colon cancer in 2016. As the only child of a single mother, her death shook me in ways I never thought possible. And while I wanted this collection to explore the very real effects of how grief and love connect us to each other, I wanted even more to explore the other side of grief. I wanted to explore how after grief, there can be moments of deep joy. Perhaps after deep grief, joy becomes a bit sweeter. How does one know the ecstasy of light without tasting darkness, after all? In my current collection, Burn, I am interested in how time functions as the compass we use to navigate life’s beautiful and often difficult moments. In it, I am really exploring the moments which make us. If, according to scientists, time has no actual meaning, if time is something that humans have adapted to create order and continuity in their lives, I wanted to interrogate time and what it taught me in the wake of my mother’s death. If Delmore Schwartz is correct that time is the fire in which we burn, if we are forever burning in time’s fire, the fire of our own creation, I wanted to question the different connotations time could take on: pain and pleasure, agony and ecstasy. A story: when my mother died, time stopped making sense. I would think a day passed by and it had been three weeks. I would be washing dishes for thirty minutes and it felt like hours. When my mother died, I lost my compass, my frame of reference, and it made me question time as a metric to capture and to understand human experience. I read a lot of philosophy and physics books at that time, but it was a poem by Delmore Schwartz—“Calmly We Walk through This April’s Day”—which finally put things into perspective for me. We may burn in time’s fire, but I am convinced we get to, in some part, decide how. Do we combust? Do we burn with love and desire? Do we light the path for others? Do we, like a phoenix, rise up through flame? Poet Nicole Cooley said of my book that in it, fire causes damage but reveals a new language. I agree with her. As we move through the world, time becomes a new language, a new perspective, the way in which we evolve, adapt, fall apart, and learn to love again. Time is the metric for resilience.

7 – What do you see the current role of the writer being in larger culture? Do they even have one? What do you think the role of the writer should be?

Other poets far wiser than I have answered this question in ways far better than I can. I’ll quote two strong, female poets whom I love and continue to learn from every day.

Sharon Olds: “I am doing something I learned early to do, I am / paying attention to small beauties, / whatever I have—as if it were our duty / to find things to love, to bind ourselves to this world.”

Patricia Smith, one of the best poets who will ever live: “Poetry doesn't cure grief—but it understands.”

8 - Do you find the process of working with an outside editor difficult or essential (or both)?

I find that having an outside editor forces me to get out of my own head, which is often quite rewarding. Writing poetry can give you myopia, and I don’t just mean the type you have to go to the eye doctor for. As poets, it is very easy to spend too much time in our own heads and when we do, our work can become personally-coded in ways which are difficult for an outside reader to translate into the language of their own lives. This is why I find it essential to not only work with an editor when it is time for a book to go to press, but also to find a writing community with whom to share my work. The best writing communities are generous and emotionally honest: you may experience praise, but the best moments are those tough love moments which come out of deep care, those interventions which help you to interrogate your writing goals and ask yourself “what am I really trying to say?”  

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

“Just do it scared.” This piece of advice changed my life. If I don’t do whatever “it” is (submitting to a top-tier journal, giving a reading at a prestigious university, talking to a famous poet, submitting a book manuscript to the press of my dreams), then I don’t give anyone outside of myself the chance to say yes. Through the action of not doing, I am telling myself no. But if I do “it” scared, whatever “it” is, I’m confronting the power my own fear has over me. That is a kind of lesson, a kind of winning, in and of itself. While doing it scared does not ensure success, like everything else, it abides by the law of numbers: the more you risk putting yourself and your writing out there, the more yeses you will receive. It is simple math.

10 - When your writing gets stalled, where do you turn or return for (for lack of a better word) inspiration?

When my writing gets stalled, I read. And honestly, I will always choose reading over writing. That was the way I was taught to write (read everything you can get your hands on, then write), and that’s the way I write to this day. Why? Because books are the best way to open your mind, open your heart, get you thinking, let you know what the possibilities are, let you know where you might frame the next possibility. Reading is the best way to get you to question your thinking, your unintentional bias, and your limitations. Reading makes you have conversations in your head with other writers and their experiences, and before you know it, you are writing to continue that conversation, graft yourself to the communities of writers you care about. It is a well-known scientific fact that books excite our mirror neurons, which affect the way we think and exist in the world around us. Hands down, books are my best tonic for writer’s block, writing fatigue, and they often refill “my empty bucket,” which I think is just a code word for my soul.

11 - What fragrance reminds you of home?

Honeysuckles in June. Magnolia blossoms stunning the air with their sweet fire.

12 - 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?

As a species, we are intersectional. I dare anyone to tell me otherwise. I attribute my ability to understand a poem’s rhythm and music to my mother insisting I play piano for many years of my childhood (I loved to play it, but she forced me to practice, and every time she’d set a metronome on the piano to tick-tick-tick at me. I still dream about throwing that darn thing across the room). If I didn’t become a virologist or a poet, I would have become an art historian. I could live in an art museum, sleeping on those little fussy couches and sneaking granola bars out of my pockets. I attribute my interest in metaphor to spending most of my days outside as a Montessori school student, watching bugs and eating the meat of a pecan right out of its owl-shaped shell. Rhetorician I.A. Richards once called metaphor a “transaction between contexts.” It is impossible to understand things without understanding them in relationship to other things. I attribute my ability to navigate a poem to my facility of navigating science lab when I was still pre-med. I am often testing a poem using the tenets of the scientific method: what do I think I am trying to say? What am I saying? With time, I learned I can change the chemistry of words to change a poem in fundamental ways which may cohere with or break the laws of science. How cool is that?  

13 - What other writers or writings are important for your work, or simply your life outside of your work?

This question is too difficult for me to answer with any methodical grace. Therefore, I am going to just mention a few books which have changed my life: Carlo Rovelli’s Seven Brief Lessons on Physics. Bessel van der Kolk’s The Body Keeps the Score. David Kessler’s Finding Meaning: the Sixth Stage of Grief. Cheryl Strayed’s Wild. Meghan O’Rourke’s The Long Goodbye. Stephen Hawking’s A Brief History of Time. Mark Doty’s Heaven’s Coast. Gabriel García Márquez’s One Hundred Years of Solitude. Viktor Frankl’s Man’s Search for Meaning. Toni Morrison’s Beloved. Willa Cather’s My Antonia. Everything written by the following poets: Patricia Smith, Jericho Brown, Terrance Hayes, Lee Ann Roripaugh, Mary Oliver, Joy Harjo, Sylvia Plath, Anne Carson, Lucille Clifton, Natalie Diaz, Federico García Lorca, John Keats, Emily Dickinson, Walt Whitman, and Rumi.

14 - 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 been a medical doctor, a nurse practitioner, or a high school English teacher.

15 - What made you write, as opposed to doing something else?

Recently, poet Nickole Brown visited Marshall University as part of our visiting writers series. During a class visit, she said (I am paraphrasing here) that one of the beauties of poetry is that it doesn’t have to answer questions. I take that to mean that poetry doesn’t have to have the answers which mesmerize human existence. I take that to mean that poetry has the capacity to contain the multitudes of human experience without diagnosing them (like a scientist does), creating a narrative out of them (history), or fetishizing them (philosophy). I think that’s why I am hooked.

16 - What was the last great book you read? What was the last great film?

Carter Sickels’ The Prettiest Star was the last great book I read. It was a re-reading, but I stayed up all night to read it again like I did the first time: all in one sitting.

17 - What are you currently working on?
I am working on an ekphrastic collection of poems which addresses Vincent van Gogh's life and art produced during his time at the Saint-Paul Asylum in Saint-Rémy, then in Auvers, where he died from complications related to a suicide attempt. During this time, he produced many of his most famous paintings, including The Olive Trees (1889), Irises (1889), and The Starry Night (1889). While exploring van Gogh’s work, I am also exploring the myth of artistic madness, a myth which has damaging repercussions for contemporary artists, and my own family’s relationship with mental illness, specifically bipolar disorder.

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