Showing posts with label The Magnificent Field. Show all posts
Showing posts with label The Magnificent Field. Show all posts

Saturday, February 04, 2023

Tony Mancus, All the Ordinariness

 

How magic is performed for an audience
but practiced alone so many times

it becomes mundane (“AFTER ECHO”)

I was curious to see Colorado poet and editor Tony Mancus’ full-length debut, All the Ordinariness (Grand Rapids MI: The Magnificent Field, 2022), following the publication of a handful of chapbooks. Set with an opening untitled single-page poem and three lengthy accumulations of fragments, sentences and lyric collage—“AFTER ECHO,” “HEARTBROKER” and “CROSSING OUT NOW”—All the Ordinariness holds an expansive lyric, blending words that play at rhythm, sound and meaning through small points of collision. “pick a passthrough and feel the imposter,” he writes, as part of the opening poem, “post up inside                set your bones // right still [.]” The poems are constructed as accumulations and even collisions of sentences, bursts, breaks and phrases, one atop another to form and shape a kind of disjointed meaning, and disjointed narrative. This book-length poem writes on the daily and the immediate, but through the concrete and abstract of language and ideas that propel the line as much as the specifics of daily action. There is such a staggered musicality to his rhythms, and something quite compelling on how this poem writes around and through particular narrative space, enough to outline what might not otherwise be seen, or even there. As he writes as part of the second section: “Saying something makes it real. Saying nothing makes it quiet. All the volleys / built into space there.” Or, a few pages prior:

Here this bag of stone, here a cricket saw, a claw from a crayfish, the log to jump from into a hole filled with water 20 feet or something more. Thin nature into its slivers. Here a roadsign for Shoneys gone dust and disuse, a boy wearing a confederate flag for a hat, the fear boned into a few dayswimmers at what would happen. When not if. The world we share and don’t.

 

I am putting another basket full of eggs in front of you. I am asking them to talk, tell me a story little round, make the news, change the channel, buy the fabric softener and color the walls with your insides. I don’t expect reason, I don’t inspect the cracks and delays, just notice how time changes. A catalogue.

 

Saturday, February 15, 2020

12 or 20 (second series) questions with Isabel Sobral Campos


Isabel Sobral Campos is the author of the poetry collection Your Person Doesn’t Belong to You (Vegetarian Alcoholic Press, 2018), and the chapbooks Material (No, Dear and Small Anchor Press, 2015), You Will Be Made of Stone (dancing girl press, 2018) and Autobiographical Ecology (above/ground press, 2019). Chapbooks are forthcoming with Sutra Press and The Magnificent Field. She is the co-founder of the Sputnik & Fizzle publishing series.

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?

The poems of my first chapbook feel ethereal when I read them now, as if they are swimming toward something they never quite reach. That quality of reaching-toward is still present in my current work, and also the idea of poems as musical scores—each poem returns where other poems have been, not in a linear way but in a messy circuitous manner. My first chapbook was an unforgettable experience. The three women involved in its production, Alex Cuff, Jen Hyde, and Emily Brandt, were amazingly supportive. I have been very fortunate with the people I meant through publishing. Freddy LaForce from Vegetarian Alcoholic Press being another person with whom was very rewarding to work.

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

I tried writing fiction before poetry but always ended up fragmenting the writing, organizing it in vignettes. I arrived late to poetry (I think) perhaps because of writing creatively in a borrowed language. I didn’t think it would be possible. While I now know plenty of models for translingualism or bilingual writers, for a long time, I wasn’t aware of them. Furthermore, I had little understanding of contemporary Anglophone writing. So, one day I was reading Will Alexander’s Compression & Purity. I remember thinking “I’m just going to write whatever I want.” It sounds silly, but it was only then that I realized I had been tied to ideas about writing that didn’t excite me. I wrote my first poems shortly after.

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 am a very slow writer. I have to write a bit every day. Otherwise, it won’t come at all. Usually, a manuscript results from being able to commit daily time to writing. If I study the idea too much or stop to take notes or research, or whatever, I often lose interest. So, I try to write as much as I can. Then I stop and rewrite quite a bit.

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?

I tend to write long poems. I would say my first poetry collection is a long dramatic monologue divided into sections. The manuscript I am working on now, for example, is a musical score in two parts. So, I tend to write pieces that build on each other, echoing one another semantically and rhythmically.

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

Yes! I do. Readings allow me to hear my work more accurately. I wish I could read every week. 

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?

Writing has to be attentive to the ideological functions of words, tropes, languages. Poems should destabilize messages that have ossified and become corrosive. They should be attuned to the causticness of normative and normalizing conceptions. What normalizes a standard usually expresses the vision of a power group that oppresses. A poem has the capacity to withstand ideology.

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 suppose writing uplifts attention from the mud of daily life. It zooms in on the experiential potential we all possess, but that keeps getting buried and neglected. Some books speak truths, so they actively oppose the harm of false, hateful ideas. Some books resurrect our ability to imagine and attempt transforming what oppresses us. Some books make us feel less lonely. I suppose there isn’t a single role but that they are all connected with achieving the best possible iteration of an embodied life.

Writers (whenever possible) should also try to promote other writers through publishing and reviewing. I recognize that this takes time, effort, as well as entails free labor.

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

I do not find working with editors difficult at all. I wish I had more opportunities to do so. I love to collaborate, and also, when others make me verbalize why I made certain choices.

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

I am not sure whether I have a single piece of advice to share. I prefer to couch this question in terms of teachers. Anselm Berrigan taught me more than anyone, but it had something to do with the quiet and generous way he taught me to hear myself more clearly. He modeled listening very well.

10 - 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 write in the mornings. It’s the first thing I do when I sit at my desk. As the day progresses, my mind feels cluttered with thoughts that interfere with writing.

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

It depends on the project. I’ll read the books that have informed or inspired the work I am writing and re-read what I have in order to discover the flow of a particular project.

12 - What fragrance reminds you of home?

Eucalyptus trees.

13 - 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?

Music and visual arts. I write in rhythmic forms. I am interested when poems and images coalesce with rhythms.

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


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

I would like to translate, write performance pieces, and collaborate with other writers or artists.

16 - 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 can’t imagine being without books. I could be an archivist of some sort. I often wonder whether I shouldn’t be working in the non-profit activist world with environmental organizations or incarcerated people’s advocacy groups.

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

I feel that writing is part of me: it shapes me. I don’t think I ever felt like this toward any other activity.

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


19 - What are you currently working on?

I am working on a manuscript entitled How to Make Words of Rubble. What if the choral ode sections of Greek tragedy stood alone as form? This is one of the manuscript's formal premises. The other is the musical score. One night I dreamt that a sudden gust of wind stole my daughter away. I realized this dream was connected to news that another hurricane of unprecedented force was approaching the US. In the dream, I saw my daughter from the standpoint of my own disappearance. These poems emerged from this dream and these feelings. Grendel's mother from Beowulf became a helpful image to speak of maternal grief and the maternal body. Section II of the manuscript integrates old English words that capture the gist of how Grendel's mother is presented in the epic.