Friday, August 28, 2026

12 or 20 (second series) questions with Máighréad Medbh

Máighréad Medbh is an Irish poet, prose writer and performer with ten published books and a reputation for poetry performance since the 1990s. Her books are mostly conceptual and narrative explorations, and Dwelling (2026), is what she calls an ‘autopoetic essay’, a term she proposes instead of ‘mixed genre’ for a poetic exploration with research and discussion. Dwelling is pivoted on a damaged photograph of the poet’s great-grandmother and explores consequences of colonisation, conversing with contemporary events across time and location through this personal avatar.

Imbolg (2020) is a double collection with poems of relationship change, doubt, place, guilt, and a Lockdown Diary of fifty poems. The verse fantasy, Parvit of Agelast (2016), was one of three books shortlisted for Ireland’s Pigott Prize 2017. An allegory of social control and ecological collapse, it is informed by the art of Pauline Bewick. Savage Solitude (2013) is a prose work drawing on multiple disciplines to sound the solitary psyche, and Tenant (1999) is a historical fiction of the Irish Famine.

Máighréad has three novels and a series of blogs online, and has collaborated on several award-winning art films, as well as writing for radio. She has a pedagogical life with workshops and mentoring, and holds a creative-critical PhD from DCU, which gave rise to her term ‘autopoetic essay’.

www.maighreadmedbh.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 was written while my first child was developing in my womb, three hours most nights, for about a year (or nine months). It was published by a well-established publisher who had the resources for publicity. It made me public, and aroused interpretations and perceptions that included me in the poetry world. It also aroused a little controversy. But really, I was only interested in trying to communicate experience in the best poetic form, and in the discipline of the work itself. The Making of a Pagan gave me the impetus to continue with that, and segued into my performance practice. Current work is attempting the same formal co-relations, but I think has more layers and textures, and more discursiveness. Many poems have a tendency toward the dramatic or performative, but I have new concepts of rhythm, and I also write essays.

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

I like them all, and have written them all, but poetry arose because I tended to take poems into my body. They stayed in my chest, I sometimes learned them off and recited them, if only to myself. Shakespeare’s plays also, and I was interested in theatre. So, I think it was the structure of poetry, and the way in which you could use it to delve into coherent moments, events and perceptions in a deeply memorable way.

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?

Some poems arise spontaneously, but I am always planning or in the process of longer works, which I usually structure conceptually. A moment gives rise to a poetic desire, or a sentence sounds in the head. The process involves psychic immersion and research; then work on the best structure, the unifying principle/s, the lexicon. The journey from first draft to final varies, and can take some time, with radical alterations. With some poems the first line rules and guides. I do compile notes, but the extent and process varies according to whether the poem is personal, narrative, discursive, documentary, or whatever else I want to achieve with it.

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?

As I said in 3., it varies. My books are mostly long-form conceptual works. A few books contain ‘collections’ of single poems, but I find that there are conceptual and experiential phases, so that single poems produced, say, in the duration of a year or two, seem to be concerned with similar matter.

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

My performances were intrinsic to my poetry in the early years. I wrote novels and essays as well as poetry, but I have always performed my readings to some degree. Between my first book and my second, performance was what I did. Many poems were written for performing; I sang them, used backing tracks, etc. I then began to just recite, rather than sing or provide sound, and performed less, concentrating on writing and the book. However, I always welcome the opportunity to present my work. The body is inseparable from the book and I like to move with my words. I find that I’m back performing with my recent book. So maybe I enjoy . . .

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?

In the course of my creative-critical PhD, I invented a term, ‘autopoetic essay’, for a methodology and the kind of writing that currently interests me. The text is organised poetically around an event or experience, but includes research and analysis. It is often given the terms ‘mixed genre’, ‘auto-theory’ and many others, but my idea is that we try to represent an environment in text—a textual living system. Think Anne Carson, Maggie Nelson, Claudia Rankine, Kazim Ali. I’m very engaged by this kind of writing as it has coherence and perspective, and if truly poetic, will be equally structured and playful. It allows for exploration and discovery in many ways. Poet as non-aligned investigator, interpreter, medium, crafter.

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?

I don’t like making prescriptions. I think a writer generally attempts to find the linguistic co-relatives of experience and event. Reportage in itself is important, making manifest. Writers are observers, and creative writers investigate the layers of reality. Seamus Heaney said he wrote to ‘set the darkness echoing’—to touch the unsayable. Entertainment is also a valid role, and for some of us that might be a function of how a piece is structured, how liberating that can be.

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

Editors are essential, because they are also much-experienced readers and can highlight issues that really shouldn’t pass. Ideally, they discuss rather than impose, and I have had only helpful experiences. 

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

Write the kind of book you like to read.

10 - How easy has it been for you to move between genres (poetry to prose)? What do you see as the appeal?

As Shelley said, the distinction is not exact. Poetry exists in prose in various ways, and I think the opposite is also true. I sometimes experience prose written by poets as hesitant and self-conscious—reviews and essays—but then, there is the poetic novel, and the autopoetic essay I refer to above. I have written novels in fairly typical novel-style, and enjoyed writing them. I also enjoy writing essays for the release of my analytical faculty—though sometimes they are also poetic! I suppose we might hold different modes in our brain and seek different sounds and structures depending on the material.

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?

Currently I write in the morning, maybe until mid-afternoon, and then again in the evening. When I had a full-time day job, at least three hours a day, maybe more.

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

I always have ideas, so it’s a question of deciding which one to pursue. I go to my notes and plans and force myself to something!

13 - What fragrance reminds you of home?

I have no concept of home. I live in myself. But I love the scent of jasmine. It was a bright eternal moment in Morocco.

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?

Oh yes. I wrote a prose work that was a series of internal conversations, using quotations—the voices of the world—taken from a range of disciplines. I read science, I’m greatly inspired by visual art, I look at psychology, history. Some musicians have influenced my performance style, and I’m interested in movement—forms of dance and energy practices such as (currently) Contact Improvisation, Tao Yin and Qigong.

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

I always read Anthony Vahni Capildeo and Anne Carson. Adrienne Rich has been a huge influence and her work is still a touchstone. I return to some of the more formal Irish poets every so often, to remind myself of their method. I like Jorie Graham and lately, Louise Glück. Novelists that engage me: Michel Houellebecq, Ian McEwan, Dave Eggers.

16 - What would you like to do that you haven't yet done?

In writing—a series of novels. In experience—perhaps visit southern Argentina.

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?

What I might have done, given the opportunity and support, would be to study anthropology, biology, music, visual art or/and dance. Or work in theatre.

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

It was there.

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

Evelyn Araluen’s The Rot is beautifully wrought and an intimate experience. I recently discovered Elif Shafak’s kaleidoscopic novel, There are Rivers in the Sky. The film Sirāt is still in my body, with its sublime soundtrack by Kangding Ray.

20 - What are you currently working on?

I’m writing a couple of essays with poetic underscores; thinking about a grammar of the body and how to work it into a writing methodology; writing a series of ekphrastic poems; hearing a novel in my head.

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Thursday, August 27, 2026

Nova Scotia thrift, New Brunswick stone, (part one,

Did you know we were east last week? Christine, myself and our young ladies flew into a late-night Halifax to immediately drive out the following morning across Nova Scotia and into New Brunswick, towards the Confederation Bridge, and destination: Prince Edward Island. There was a certain amount of (our usual) chaos, given a late afternoon cab to Ottawa's train station, train from Ottawa to Dorval (Montreal) for a flight that managed a bit of a delay, only landing into our near-airport Halifax hotel and our beds well after 2am (the children bickered for at least half an hour before settling, not wishing to share a bed). Did we have these problems with our young ladies in Winnipeg? Parc Oméga? Picton? Calgary? No. Certainly not in Ireland, as they didn't even share a room. Perhaps they were overtired. I mean, I know we were (but we're way old).

Tuesday, August 18, 2026: First thing in the morning (well, eventually), we managed our 11am rental car and noon check-out (grudgingly, achingly, slow) and began heading out, catching two different locations for Guy's Frenchys, an infamous clothing thrift store chain [we'd been through prior, but I seem not to have mentioned it]. I mean, we had to make the trip bearable for our young ladies, didn't we? Rose loves her thrifting. Bins upon bins upon bins of second-hand clothes, as our young ladies took turns clogging the stores' dressing rooms. 

I didn't find much interesting for myself in either location, but I did pick up a book that intrigued (the books were spare, random, but there was this one, at least), especially given my genealogical links (recently realized, via birth mother) to some of those locations [I wrote about some of that here and here]. What else might there be to discover? Probably lots. Anything relevant? Impossible to know, as of yet. It was good, at least, to begin to catch a better flavour of this American trail that links, somehow, to my individual self. Our young ladies filled bags of thrifting, and were pleased enough.


Driving. There were rolling hills and clouds, train tracks and highways, a smattering of rain. Perpetual rain. Perhaps there was always rain. Perhaps there had never been a point where there wasn't rain. I can only see rain. En route to the bridge (with a coffee/donut run in there somewhere, also), at Christine's further suggestion, we ended up at the Joggins Fossil Cliffs, managing the gift shop fifteen minutes prior to closing (postcards, stones, other items), and the water already at high tide. I'd wondered about gathering a fossil, perhaps, for J.R. Carpenter, referencing their recent (second) above/ground press title, but between the water level and the fact that one wasn't allowed to leave with anything, it just wasn't possible. Not even a photograph of a fossil to hold onto, although the view, the space itself, set along the Bay of Fundy, was remarkable.




I even managed a panorama, and was quite amused that Aoife, without realizing, moved a bit during capture and managed to get into the same photograph twice. Aoife ran up and down the steps, Rose more meditative, distracted; requested Christine take pictures of her with the water backdrop [she has requested to not have her photographs included in these notes], and the plentiful flower bushes were populated by an army of bees. There was a spot on the beach we could see further down but not access (some folk wandering through, their car parked well above), but hadn't the time ourselves to walk back up, drive over, and walk down the other side (we were aiming for a 4pm landing at where we'd be staying on Prince Edward Island, and this was already well after 5pm). Once back out on our way, we even drove by Parrsboro [where we stayed with a very wee Rose, moons back]. Christine couldn't remember, so I looked it up.

And then to the open road again, which led us to a small gas station for the sake of a pit stop. By the washrooms, this particular display case of vintage items, most likely the same vintage of my late parents.

We'd originally hoped that this trip could have been a drive from home, but we hadn't the time for such a thing, and even what drive we had was rather condensed, having to pack in as much as we could in short spaces, skipping over whole swaths (and a handful of potential social visits with writers along the way). We crossed the Confederation Bridge and kept driving, driving. It was 9pm or so before we were safe in our space in North Rustico, overlooking the water. The young ladies, settling down into their (individual beds) as Christine and I sat on the front porch, local wine at the ready.

next up: the potato museum, Prince Edward Island + Cows,

Wednesday, August 26, 2026

Yongyu Chen, Perennial Counterpart

 

M, it turns out, is thirty-three. At our age they lived in Paris selling feminine hygiene products. They had short hair in winter. In nightclubs they saw

Virginie Despentes, with her then-girlfriend, leaving, clothes trailing behind in macerating trails of light. Open door framing dawn air, welcoming the vinegar dryness.

This gap of ten years is unimaginable. The tart M baked tonight is oily, wonderfully sour.

When I am thirty-three I will be crystal, root systems vulcanized. I will be missed. Woven into the brittle surroundings.

At the party I keep leaving, I sit in the stairwell—what is vivid is the distance. Until I pull out this droplet inside me like violence. Until I harden into the building’s impersonal structure.

G keeps finding me, keeps sitting with me, until I want to return. (“Macerations”)

I was intrigued to see the full-length poetry debut by London-based poet Yongyu Chen, Perennial Counterpart (New York NY: Nightboat Books, 2026), a collection assembled into five clusters of expansive and intimately gestural lyric monologues. “Unintelligible to the end. To the end,” begins the opening poem, “unintelligible. // You will not always write. Or, you will always write. // But when I’m dead I will write? Then? // You will not always write. // At some point / some point // at some point the poems will get / better. Then // it will be your expectations, not the poems / that are lacking. Then // you will not write.” Chen’s poems thread across meditative distances, both cinematic and philosophical, and writing on obsession and creative acts, gesture and gratitude, human connection and travel. Chen’s poems provide the sense of lyrics being written to, whether the self, as journal entry, or to another, via the epistolary form, perpetually articulating the dreams and adventures of youth that one might think can never be put away. As the poem “05.24.23,” a piece dedicated “for Gabby,” includes: “We sit with your friend, in early summer, at the blue / café, his face pale & transparent like a medusa. You lean // in. And recede in the eager waves of his speech. I recede, parallel to you. I / do not learn the essential things. I do not // move my hands in cirlces on the wet surface of the essential. I watch the / mark on his face, stable & changing.” Through the Nightboat Books,there’s such a charming interview with Chen on the collection, as conducted by Lucia Kan-Sperling, that begins:

There was no process in writing this book. For a long time I was just working on one poem, over many weeks, & it absorbed all the sentences I made, & felt like a totality—which would be replaced rather than added-to by the next poem. Only recently does it feel like I’m able to write something not total for me, & I enjoy that feeling.

Most of the work in this book is from 2021–2023. I missed my friends since it was the pandemic, & wrote letters to them. I liked the lettery feeling of friendship. Around that time, I read Michel Foucault’s “Friendship as a Way of Life” & felt very attached to it. I was reading many writers for the first time who felt immediately important to me.

The last poems I wrote in the book came from a very different place. During the editing process, I was reading a lot of Alice Notley & thinking of something she said about looking back on her poem “Dear Dark Continent”: “How honestly did I believe those last lines when I wrote them?” A lot of the work no longer felt true to me & the editing process tried to deal with that.

I did travel in the meantime & remembered other cities & imagined myself as other people in other places; the one time London is mentioned—that was not based on my own experience. All the poems were written while I lived in Cambridge.

There’s such a lovely interiority to Chen’s musings, counterpointed by an “I did this, I did that” quality eschewed by infamous New York School poet Frank O’Hara (1926-1966). Optimistic and populated with an array of friends, Chen’s poems are composed of such long lines, long thoughts, they become comparable in certain gestural ways to that of Ottawa poet Monty Reid—a thought-line long enough it might threaten to reach to the horizon. “Rain for four days. The dry dream. My phone glittering like hair,” writes the poem “Monarchy of the North,” “my / friend texts I wish we lived closer together, the shower steaming. // In the old quarters narrow medieval streets. Consent to look away from / the world.”

 

Tuesday, August 25, 2026

12 or 20 (second series) questions with Jeffrey Skinner

Jeffrey Skinner has published eight full collections of poetry, and a number of chapbooks.  His most recent collection, Sober Ghost, appeared in 2024.  His Selected Poems won the Sexton Prize (England), and will be published in 2027.  In 2014 he was awarded a Guggenheim Fellowship in Poetry, and in 2015 was given an American Academy of Arts & Letters Award for literature.  His books have been winners of The National Poetry Series, The Crab Orchard Prize for Poetry, The Field Prize, and the Sexton Poetry Prize.  Over the years his work has appeared in The New Yorker, The Atlantic, The Nation, The Paris Review, and Bomb, among many other journals.  His recent work has appeared in Volt, Fence, The North American Review, and Poetry Ireland.

1 - How did your first book or chapbook change your life?

My first book was with Wesleyan, and it did change my life—it gave me the courage to quit my job and look for a teaching job, which is what I really wanted to do. 

How does your most recent work compare to your previous? How does it feel different?

Because I’m at a different place in life, the surface concerns (which also have deep roots) are different, though it seems I’m obsessed still by the same questions.

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

Poetry excited me—I recognized something familiar in it—myself, probably.  I couldn’t read enough of it.  Then I started writing, in recognition.  It was like coming home, to a place I’d never been.  I loved novels too, but was oddly untempted to emulate them.  Later I tried writing stories but, as Creeley said, I couldn’t think of anything for the characters to do.  Dreamboat is a kind of in-between place—halfway between poetry and fiction.  That’s also the place my plays seem to come from.

3 - How long does it take to start any particular writing project?

Sometimes it seems to happen right away, sometimes it takes years to percolate. 

Does your writing initially come quickly, or is it a slow process?  

When I’m writing it’s easy and fast, when I’m not writing it’s slow and impossible. 

Do first drafts appear looking close to their final shape, or does your work come out of copious notes?

I love revision, but it depends on the project.  Some things seem to come out whole, ready to be published.  Others take tons of revision, repurposing, collaging, etc.

4 - Where does a poem or work of fiction usually begin for you?

Usually with a line, or the rhythm for a line.  Sometimes after three or four similar pieces, I’ll see the larger shape ahead and “aim” subsequent pieces toward that whole.

Are you an author of short pieces that end up combining into a larger project, or are you working on a "book" from the very beginning?

I generally “just write poems” for a while, until it occurs to me what the pieces have in common.  Then, it usually turns into a book of poems, or, in the case of Dreamboat, prose poems.

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

Frankly, I enjoy them less as I get older, though I still do them with some pleasure.  I don’t find they have much to do with the actual writing process. 

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?

“Theory” doesn’t interest me, philosophy does.  The current questions are the old questions, which we still can’t answer—“Why is there something rather than nothing?” “Why are we here?” “What is meaning?”  Only the emphasis changes; these days the obsessive old question is “What is consciousness?” Which is especially worrisome because of AI.  But all the old questions lurk behind every work of art, every book of poems.

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?

The “writer,” if he has a role in the larger culture, has to do generally with how many books he sells.  Thus, “writers” when they are mentioned at all, are generally of the James Patterson variety.  The “literary writer” has no role in larger culture at all.  I’m not unhappy with this state of affairs.  I like working alone, in the dark.

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

I’m lucky in that I’ve had largely positive experiences working with editors.  With books of poems one generally finds the process of editing boils down to which poems to cut, sequencing, and titles.  I imagine it’s different with prose.

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

“A writer is a reader who is moved to emulation.”

10 - How easy has it been for you to move between genres (poetry to prose to plays)? What do you see as the appeal? 

It’s nice that I have some knack to move between genres, because I generally switch when I’m not in a poetry writing mode.  I can move from poetry to plays, and, when I’m dry in either of these preferred genres, non-fiction 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? 

I try to write every day.  Generally, I begin by reading prose—a novel or a science nonfiction book.  Then I read poetry.  Then I try to write.  When not writing, I wake up and worry, and try to distract myself from distraction by distraction.

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

I return to a book of poetry that was formative for me in my twenties: Ariel, say, or The Lice.

13 - What fragrance reminds you of home?

Cut grass.

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?

Yes—science, music, and visual art have always influenced me, and continue to do so.  I was the 2014 Artist in Residence at the CERN collider, for example, and I am still mining the inspiration of that stint.  But observation of my own life—its people and events, is still the main source of my “material.”

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

I’m currently reading Lydia Davis, who I love; she gets me going.  But I can’t separate the work of writers and friends and family I know from their influence on me, which is immense. 

16 - What would you like to do that you haven't yet done?

I’d like to skydive. No I wouldn’t.

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?

Probably a courtroom defense lawyer.  But I hate to think about it. 

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

As John Ashbery says, “I tried each thing, only some were immortal and free.”

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

Serotonin, by Michel Houellebecq; movie: The Quiet Girl

20 - What are you currently working on?

A new book of poems. 

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