Monday, February 06, 2012
12 or 20 questions (second series) with Roo Borson
1 – How did your first book change your life? How does your most recent work compare to your previous? How does it feel different?
Having a first book published made it conceivable that I might one day be able to publish a second book. Since I hadn’t expected to be able to publish a book at all, it changed my view of what was possible. My new book of poetry is in some sense an extension of, or answer to, my last one; they form a pair. What feels different now compared with thirty-five years ago is that I’m able to think in terms of longer structures.
2 – How did you come to poetry first, as opposed to, say, fiction or non-fiction?
The magical properties of poetry impressed me as a child, went straight in. Sound, rhythm, and image still have that effect on children, and on me.
3 – How long does it take to start any particular writing project? Does your writing initially come quickly, or is it a slow process? Do first drafts appear looking close to their final shape, or does your work come out of copious notes?
I’m a slow writer, or rather a slow finisher. A piece has to start by itself, is not pre-conditioned or planned. The map makes itself as I explore the territory. Occasionally a first draft remains much the same; usually revision and rewriting continue for a long time, often several years.
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?
A book will start with various short chaotic attempts in some new direction. It takes some months before it becomes apparent what that new direction might turn out to involve in terms of form and content. The arc a book takes evolves very gradually.
5 – Are public readings part of or counter to your creative process? Are you the sort of writer who enjoys doing readings?
Neither part of, nor counter to, but separate from. How much I enjoy giving a reading depends on the venue and the audience. I don’t approach a reading as a performance, but as a space of shared sound.
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?
Every poem has a question at its heart, but it may not be what can be considered a “theoretical” question. For me, the theoretical and the practical are fused in poetry, and the technical and the personal are indivisible.
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?
Sometimes I ask myself these sorts of questions when I’m coming down with the flu or a migraine.
8 – Do you find the process of working with an outside editor difficult or essential (or both)?
Kim Maltman is the editor of all my work, and is essential to it. Other close friends, as readers, inevitably ask valuable questions. An outside copy editor has saved me more than once from my own ignorance. It can be difficult to come to terms with how another sees a piece, but it does force an elaborate articulation of the tensions inherent in the piece, and whether some parts are best revised or left alone.
9 – What is the best piece of advice you’ve heard (not necessarily given to you directly)?
A Zen expression, “When dying, just die.” It sounds like really good advice.
10 – How easy has it been for you to move between genres (poetry to collaboration to non-fiction)? What do you see as the appeal?
Collaboration is like working alone, only with more skill. At its best, it’s thrilling. I don’t think I’ve ever moved from poetry; instead, poetry continues to reveal its breadth. Sometimes, by the word poetry, people mean a particular kind of verbal fabric. Other times they mean a nonverbal movement of the mind, of a kind that is at once identifiable and indefinable. Andre Alexis and I have a long running conversation, at least ten years so far, over the issue of whether poetry is fiction or non-fiction.
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?
Coffee first. After that, everything depends on what I’m doing to make a living at a given time.
12 – When your writing gets stalled, where do you turn or return for (for lack of a better word) inspiration?
I wait. If there’s something there, it will return. So far, it always has.
13 – What fragrance reminds you of home?
Here are some of them. First home: star jasmine, wisteria, bay laurels, tamarisk. Later homes: lemon gums, snow.
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?
Everyday life is what enters my work, so this includes music, the sciences, the visual arts, local surroundings, people, cooking, and of course books.
15 – What other writers or writings are important for your work, or simply your life outside of your work?
Far afield, a few of them would be: W.G. Sebald in Michael Hulse’s translations, M.F.K. Fisher, Harry Mathews, John Donne. Closer to home and on a daily basis: Kim Maltman, Andre Alexis, and Andy Patton, their writings and their minds.
16 – What would you like to do that you haven’t yet done?
Travel to more places.
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?
If I hadn’t gone to UBC in 1975, I would have continued working as a clerk in the Kitsilano library.
18 – What made you write, as opposed to doing something else?
It’s the only thing that has been consistently of interest to me that also feels possible.
19 – What was the last great book you read? What was the last great film?
I’m reading a great biography of Montaigne right now, How To Live by Sarah Bakewell. Film: Ozu’s Tokyo Story.
20 – What are you currently working on?
Having recently finished a book, I’m now heading out in a new direction.
Roo Borson reads in Ottawa on Thursday, March 1, 2012 as part of the second annual VERSeFest.
12 or 20 (second series) questions;
Saturday, October 24, 2009
Roo Borson’s Personal History
What is it that makes great writing (and great art of all kinds, perhaps excellence itself) almost unbearable? The anguish of the impotent bystander, who can do nothing but stand and watch. The feeling of being condemned to sit forever in some generic living room while, on television, one after another, Olympic divers transmute themselves into steel, projectile, otter, swan. (“The Road”)
There is just something about this particular group of Canadian poets—Borson, Bringhurst, Lilburn, Simpson—that doesn’t really do a whole lot for me as far as their poetry is
concerned (a list that certain I know would be thrilled to be part of, I know), yet I find myself attracted to parts of their non-fiction works (note that I am not including Zwicky or McKay, whom I find exciting, still, as poets). This is certainly the case with Toronto poet Borson’s most recent collection of essays, Personal History (Toronto ON: Pedlar Press, 2008), and sheds a whole new cast of light on several of her interests, as well as a few on her own writing practice. But just how personal is this history? There’s an aspect here that gets completely personal, and in places, even makes me crave more than what is compiled here, in these pieces that seem to stretch a course of years in some hundred-plus pages. In seven personal essays, Borson moves through the range of her intent in reading and writing, to a piece such as “The Silo and Related Works: Andy Patton,” writing on the works of the third in the collaborative Pain-Not-Bread trio that shifted the previous collaborative grouping by Borson and her husband, Kim Maltman (I will admit my bias, by saying my favourite of anything Borson has been involved with is still her collaboration with Maltman published in the mid-1980s by Quarry Press).
I like to think of Andy Patton’s work the way I think (perhaps perversely) of that small black painting: as direct depiction – though of what, we don’t exactly know. Nothing is hidden. The work is not coy. What we don’t know is right in front of our eyes, and doesn’t berate us for not knowing it. I like to rest there, in that private place where everyone is welcome. It’s possible to get lost in his blues. But however dazzling they might seem at first, to look long enough is to enter dusk, where colours settle themselves within a monochromatic scale. Once the eyes adjust to their immersion, subtleties become distinguishable, vagaries, imperfections where the ink ran, blurs of figuration ghostly as a sheet of paper in a dark room. No figure here casts a shadow, but the attention to darkness is palpable. Not the reflexive darkness and insolubility of our seeing (that would put the emphasis too much on us), not the grime of reaction and interpretation laid down, layer after layer, until it too acquires a patina (luckily, words stick to words more than words stick to canvas), but the paintings’ own darkness, what is intentionally indistinct. Within this indistinctness, the workings of perception begin to glint. “We live in a dark time,” he says in a catalogue essay, but there’s no point asking him to explain this. Better simply to look.
I find it interesting that Borson is willing to take this approach to visual art (admittedly, an art she knows not as a practitioner but as an outsider), yet in her essay “Poetry and Knowing” she begins to portray the art of writing poems as something almost dreamily romantic. Still, after reading through this collection of pieces, I am hoping that the memoir/essay form is one that she will continue with.
