Saturday, June 22, 2013

12 or 20 (second series) questions with Mark Scroggins

Mark Scroggins is a poet, biographer, and literary critic. His books of poetry are Red Arcadia (Shearsman, 2012), Torture Garden: Naked City Pastorelles (The Cultural Society, 2011), and Anarchy (Spuyten Duyvil, 2002). He is the author of Louis Zukofsky and the Poetry of Knowledge (U of Alabama P, 1998) and The Poem of a Life: A Biography of Louis Zukofsky (Shoemaker & Hoard, 2007). He has edited Upper Limit Music: The Writing of Louis Zukofsky (U of Alabama P, 1997) and a selection of uncollected prose for Prepositions+: The Collected Critical Essays of Louis Zukofsky (Wesleyan UP, 2000). His graduate degrees in creative writing and literature were from Cornell University.

He has published poetry and poetry reviews in a wide range of venues, including The Rumpus, Golden Handcuffs Review, Epoch, Parnassus: Poetry in Review, African American Review, Chicago Review, American Letters & Commentary; and Facture, as well as the anthology The Gertrude Stein Awards In Innovative American Poetry. His critical essays and reviews have appeared in among other places Twentieth Century Literature, American Literature, Shofar, Studies in American Jewish Literature, Sagetrieb, The Cambridge Companion to Modernist Poetry, and The Blackwell Companion to Poetic Genres.

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 don't know how much Anarchy, that first book, "changed" anything. Aside from the inevitable thrill of having a slim, beautifully-designed volume with my own name on it, it gave me a kind of confirmation that there might be a place for my work in the economy (or "society") of book-publishing poets. But it certainly didn't give me a swelled head; nor, if it hadn't come out, would I have stopped writing.

There are poems in Anarchy, which came out in 2003, which date back a decade and a half before. Looking back over that book, I can see some elements – a sense of line-breaks, an overall lyrical movement – that are still present in what I'm writing today. But much of it feels like juvenilia. I like to think that my work has grown harsher, more abrupt, less sentimental over the years; I may be fooling myself.

2 - How did you come to poetry first, as opposed to, say, fiction or non-fiction?
I'd read poetry as long as I can remember, though somehow I managed to bypass the whole genre of "poetry for young people" – I went straight, that is, from Dr. Seuss to William Blake, without any time in Shel Silverstein-land. But it never really ocurred to me to write the stuff, even though I knew from fairly early on that whatever I ended up doing when I grew up, I wanted to "be" a writer.

When I was in junior high and high school, I wrote short stories under the influence of some truly dreadful fantasy authors; when I was an undergraduate, I tried to write a novel under the influence of some truly dreadful "serious" writers (big "ideas," you know). I got impatient with the "furniture-moving" (as John Taggart calls it somewhere) demands of the fiction I was reading: describe a character's features, get her from one place to another, and so forth. When I was 19 or 20 I decided that what I really wanted to do when I wrote was to concentrate on the things I'd always loved in poetry – the sounds of words in combination, the shocks of diction.

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 very slow getting started. I make copious notes, though I often have no idea what I’m making them for. Once I get started on a piece, however, I tend to work really fast, raiding my notes relentlessly. And then it gets slow again: I draft quickly, but revise slowly and repeatedly.

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’ve found myself over the last decade and a half working both in shorter and in longer (but modular) forms. The short poems just sort of “come,” they spring out of an image or a phrase or a rhythm in my head. The longer projects – “Anarchy for the U.K.,” Torture Garden – get pretty ferociously planned out before I start writing. Not that I know what will be in the next segment, necessarily, or what direction the whole thing will turn in the next poem, but I’ve plotted out the formal and conceptual constraints of the sequence as a whole more or less from the beginning.

5 - Are public readings part of or counter to your creative process? Are you the sort of writer who enjoys doing readings?
I don’t give a lot of readings, though I enjoy them very much when I do. They don’t really play a role in the compositional process per se.

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 think poems are there more to ask than to answer questions. Most of the questions I brood on are old ones, from before “theory” was “theory”; is there a word for “theodicy” that doesn’t necessarily imply deity?

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’ll take a pass on this one.

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

In poetry, I’ve found editors useful but not intrusive. Tod Thilleman (Spuyten Duyvil) and Tony Frazer (Shearsman) made useful interventions in the overall shapes of Anarchy and Red Arcadia. As for prose, Herb Leibowitz and Ben Downing, editors at Parnassus: Poetry in Review, pretty much taught me – by dint of merciless cuts, blue-pencilling, sarcastic remarks, and general ruthlessness – how to write prose. I can hardly bear to re-read Louis Zukofsky and the Poetry of Knowledge, the book that came out of my dissertation; The Poem of a Life, on the other hand, is a pretty readable piece of biography.

9 - What is the best piece of advice you've heard (not necessarily given to you directly)?
Pass. As no one will be surprised to learn, I never remember advice.


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

The three kinds of writing seem to me very different things (though there are inevitable bleed-throughs). My critical writing is usually a matter of trying to figure out how things work, and then setting them within larger conceptual contexts: a lot of it is back-engineering, and has that same kind of “tinkering” fascination for me. Biography involves gathering and endlessly assessing great masses of “data,” then trying to weave them into a narrative – which is an altogether different task from criticism. I haven’t had a lot of trouble switching between genres, and the opportunity to do different kinds of writing has always been a real godsend – stuck on one thing, I can try another.

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?

A typical day for me begins with a pot of coffee and an hour of reading something that isn’t directly related either to what I’m teaching or what I’m writing. (For the past couple of years, the AM wake-up text has been Ruskin.) Days, alas, end up getting eaten by teaching responsibilities and critical commitments. I tend to get most of my poetry written in the evening and over the summer, when I don’t have to worry about grading papers and answering endless e-mails.

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


When my writing stalls, I don’t try to jump-start it, but just set it aside for a while and do something else – I draw, paint, make some music, hang out with my family, read a novel. Then I got back to it, and pick up the momentum again usually pretty easily.

13 - What fragrance reminds you of home?

Catfish frying. (Tennessee.)

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've always listened to a lot of music. "Bodhrán Song" from Anarchy attempts to capture something about Irish traditional music; the Torture Garden sequence, though there's very little explicitly about music in there, relies very heavily on the compressed, genre-switching forms of John Zorn's Naked City "miniatures." (I simply can't write to music, however – it keeps me from hearing the sounds of my own words.)

I spend a lot of time looking at paintings and drawings, from the high modernist to the lowest Victorian kitsch. I imagine various pictures have made their way into my work with or without me knowing it, but I don't think I have a strong ekphrastic impulse.

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

That could be a long list. A short list of more or less contemporaries would include Basil Bunting, Robert Duncan, Charles Olson, Ronald Johnson, Michael Palmer, Gertrude Stein, Susan Howe, Louis Zukofsky, Nathaniel Mackey, Lorine Niedecker, Robert Creeley, Ian Hamilton Finlay, J. H. Prynne, Geoffrey Hill.

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

There are a lot of countries I’d like to visit. I’d like to learn to play one instrument well (right now I play about five badly). I’d like to learn to paint well in oils – undercoats, glazing, etc. I’m modest: most of my aspirations are simply things that I need to find the time to tackle properly.

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 very much wanted to be an artist when I was young. I sometimes still have dreams about my life as a B-level rock musician.

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

Manipulating words was something I did well and very much enjoyed doing, from quite early on. It’s hard to change directions when you’ve found something that works.

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

One of the lovely things about teaching literature full-time is that you get paid to re-read (and talk about) truly great books. I closed last semester by re-reading Virginia Woolf's To the Lighthouse, which for me stands on a novelistic pinnacle that almost no-one else's ever reached, and John Ruskin's Praeterita, a dotty autobiography which includes some of the most beautiful passages of English prose ever written.

As for poetry, I've found myself recently (once again) humbled and blown away by Prynne's Triodes.

Hitchcock's Notorious.

20 - What are you currently working on?
Much of my imagination is taken up currently with inchoate plans for a vast critical book on John Ruskin and modernism, which will have precisely 8 readers. But I also have sheaves of notes for shorter critical books – a book on gardening poetics from Marvell to Finlay, a little theoretical book on literary biography.

In terms of poetry – which of course is what you meant by the question – I'm writing shorter poems at my usual glacial pace, and brooding over structural plans for a new sequence whose working title is "Rock Honeycomb."

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Friday, June 21, 2013

Michelle Taransky, Sorry Was In The Woods



HOW TO PICTURE THIS PLACE WHERE

Ash is strong and looks
Like chestnut—A tree is like a steer.
There are many kinds of cuts. Gentle polishing
Exposing the figure of the wood.
You will be surprised when you place
Light wood in hot sand. Watch the wood
Slowly burn. Refinish a found chair
To appear new.

Michelle Taransky’s second trade poetry collection, Sorry Was In The Woods (Richmond CA: Omnidawn, 2013) takes its title from an altered phrase, “Sorry, I was in the woods,” altered previously for the chapbook No, I Will Be In The Woods (Boston MA: Brave Men Press, 2011) [see my review of such here], a title that included a number of the poems in this current collection. As she responds in the interview accompanying the press release, “The title drops off the ‘I’ expected in ‘Sorry, I Was In the Woods’ to question who, or what, should be blamed. ‘Sorry Was In The Woods’ suggests Sorry as a character, suggests being sorry or feeling sorry as a part of being in the woods, suggests an effort to work without the perspective of the ‘I’ or my ‘I’ as anchor.” The author of the previous trade poetry collection, Barn Burned, Then (Omnidawn, 2009), the poems in Sorry Was In The Woods wrap around the abstract of an idea of being lost in the woods, and not seeing the forest, so to speak, for the sake of the trees.











A THOUGHT THE SAME AS THE BOUGH

The rules our tree has found are already
A story that is about trees carved from houses
This rain will not worry the housekeeper
The rules are a stairwell and a series of revolving doors
Do not look towards the staring neighbor
Plan for figuring for facing echo of later
Overstating the work. Where
It’s the piece of the tree growing symbolic, if you let them
Expect woodpeckers to be plastic and panicking from
Sorry, the carpenter is not a painter of the forest.

Accompanied by artwork (including on the cover) by her father, the artist Richard Taransky, the poems in Sorry Was In The Woods echo off each other, repeat without being repetitive, connecting as a forest would, growing in and up, around each other, impossible to separate. Part of this is seen in the thread of poems that run through the entire book, each titled “THE PLANS CAUTION,” writing “Was should, was a foundling was the truth was it found as they found it to hold their gaze in place of a sanctuary,” to “Too many trees wanting to be like bodies” to “Won’t be examples or failures, won’t be / Where when we finish them [.]” Shifting between the perspective of the forest and who might be lost within, the poems map out an increasingly large canvas, a collage of perspectives confusing and conflicting at times, and even disappearing in the darkness of the trees.

SORRY WAITING FOR THE

Permission to consider the view
They left me in their house

Looking like a false alarm. It was then
A fire went unnoticed. I call to see

If the woods is not the world.
Tell me, We cannot picture any worse

Fall. A hundred and four
Years ago, the woodcutter met

A description of how much they can
Tolerate. Sentences that are not told

Apart from those including: Do you know the author?
This is a known picture of that tree.

Worry. The injury was hard on me,
Too, it was. Far too quiet to ask

Questions. They have the whole book
Or nothing. We are counting

Against the grain. We are addicted
To evidence.


Thursday, June 20, 2013

Ongoing notes: the ottawa small press book fair, spring 2013 (part one)



[photo of jwcurry, sewing more copies of bpNichol's HOLIDAY] Another fair, come and gone. In the fall, we celebrate nineteen years of our semi-annual ottawa small press book fair. How did we get here? How did I get here? My thanks to everyone who participated!


Toronto ON: Former Ottawa poet Suzannah Showler has been getting a lot of attention lately, between being announced as a finalist for the 2013 RBC Bronwen Wallace Award for Emerging Writers from the Writers’ Trust of Canada, and being included in The Walrus list of “the six best writers you’ve never heard of,” as well as the fact that she has a first trade poetry collection out next year with ECW Press. Bardia Sinaee’s Odourless Press [see his recent 12 or 20 (small press) questions here] has just released her small chapbook, Sucks To Be You and other true taunts (May 2013) [see Michael Dennis’ recent review of same here], a five-poem collection of short, polished lyrics. Conversational in tone, these short pieces have taunt-titles such as “I know you are, but what am I?,” “takes one to know one” and “stop hitting yourself.” The taunting-aggression is appealing and bring an intriguing punch to the writing.

why don’t you go home and cry about it?

I have a feeling about a very slow
apocalypse where we are all drawn
back to our hometowns by something
like a magnet that attracts whatever
inside us is most mediocre and true.
So, when the world begins to end,
if you have a minute, please promise
to tell me more about all the other
people you’ve fucked, how they
had skin almost too firm to register
touch, how their pussies were basically
luminescent, and, in particular, I’d like
to know in what order their clothes
came off when they undressed,
because I’ll need something
to think about when I am caught,
post-apocalyptically, in Ottawa,
Ontario, the capital of Canada,
where my parents still live.

Their other spring title is Matthew Walsh’s CLOUDPEOPLE (May 2013). Another former Ottawa poet, Walsh’s CLOUDPEOPLE contains a lyric looseness that occasionally falters, and could use a bit of tightening, although the poem “I’m Condoleezza Rice” contains a playfulness and humour that makes up for the occasional awkward tweak. As he writes in his rhythmic-tone, “I’m Condoleezza Rice / but I can’t play piano / I can’t play the blues but I can / tell a good riddle.” The leaps between lines and their disconnect, when done well, are impressive, yet he loses control when poems are stretched too far, too long. One gets the impression that Walsh is still working through an apprenticeship of what works in his writing, and how best to compose each piece. One of the strongest pieces in this collection is the nine-poem sequence “Cloud Grape,” which manages to contain the disconnect in a way that brings a spark to each leap. The first section of the poem reads:

Just ignore me. I’m feeling
better now. It’s just been a while
  since I turned your ear. I’m Lying
    in Sorauren Park watching a woman
count the rings
  on a tree stump. I want
to lean in
and make an inquiry. How long
    it was married to the earth?
I see her again in Mimico contemplating
a pair of XXL Scooby Doo underwear
  writing in her notepad. Talking to a pigeon. People
can be a real menace.

Ottawa ON: Between his chapbook through The Olive Reading Series, and two chapbooks (one, two) with above/ground press, Excerpts from Impossible Books: The Apt. 9 Installment (June 2013) is the fourth published section of Ottawa poet Stephen Brockwell’s work-in-progress, scheduled for trade publication sometime over the next year from Toronto’s Mansfield Press. Edited, published and hand-sewn by Cameron Anstee, Apt. 9 Press has become one of the more engaged micro presses in the country, producing some of the most enviable books I’ve seen in a long time. Launched with two further spring titles by Apt. 9 Press—by Jeff Blackman and Christine McNair—to a packed house at Raw Sugar Café in Ottawa’s Chinatown, the eight poems in Excerpts from Impossible Books: The Apt. 9 Installment have a slightly different feel from previously-published works in the same series, not just for the difference in poem-length (ranging from the short quirk to the longer lyric). Engaging with an ongoing exploration of voice, science, mathematics and the formal lyric, the poems in this collection seem less a series of fragments of a larger project than a handful of poems that encapsulate the project as a whole. Is this a shift in his writing generally, or simply the focused-end of a lengthy project? Either way, I eagerly await the finished collection.

from The Lightning Harvest
Designs for a Practical Capacitor

A Leyden jar the size of the moon
on the horizon in Arizona, or

a capacitor of concrete
from all the floors of Abraj Al Bait.

A paper condenser of the recycled
pages of every printed book, or

the Library of Congress, each page
of 29 million volumes taking a small charge.




Tuesday, June 18, 2013

12 or 20 (second series) questions with Robert Swereda

Author of re: verbs (Bareback editions) and a chapbook ionlylikeitwhenitrhymes, Robert Swereda is a member of the Filling Station collective. He studied creative writing at Capilano University in Vancouver. Other work has been published by The Puritan, ditch, West Coast Line, The Incongruous Quarterly, steel bananas, The Capilano Review, Enpipe Line and Poetry Is Dead.

1 - How did your first book change your life? How does your most recent work compare to your previous? How does it feel different?
Change my life? Although the recognition feels nice and maybe my ego got a boost, I didn`t exactly win the lottery. My work has been getting more and more visual. I`ve been experimenting with forming sculptures with text, collages, investigating dead languages such as Latin and Futhark and playing with translation. These new adventures don`t feel so different than what I`ve done in the past, I`m just expanding my palette.

2 - How did you come to poetry first, as opposed to, say, fiction or non-fiction?
From my late teens and on I`ve been interested in metaphysics and through that I found Robin Skelton, who published a few volumes on Paganism and many books of poetry. Fiction I have dabbled in a little but never felt confident enough to try to publish it yet. I find there is so much more room for experimentation with poetry.

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?
When I first started writing, everything spewed out of me rapidly. As some years have gone by, the process has really slowed down. I guess when I was new to writing I wanted to try any type of writing prompt that was available to me. Each piece takes a different amount of time to be realized. I`ll have an idea in my head, but it may need time to brew in my brain before it`s ready to transfer to paper. Maybe I don`t try to edit and revise as much as I should, I like my writing to have a rawness to it.

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?
Sometimes they`re like “ AH-HA!!” moments, when I`m not even thinking of writing and some new idea will spark. Other times I see an idea I want to try out just to see what happens. That`s how my Flarf chapbook I only like it when it rhymes happened. Other times I want to use techniques from other mediums and figure out a way to use it poetically like, "Arpeggios on Leo Brouwer" in my book re: verbs. My attention span is quite short, so my pieces are also. Though I feel that the section of my book "b)rainstorms" could have been something book length.

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

I`m a terrible performer. I get too nervous, I hate using microphones and hearing myself through the speakers. Since my work is more visual, I think that performance is more a way to promote myself it doesn`t really aid my writing. I do feel public readings are important though. There have been a few books I read through and the text alone didn`t do it for me. Then I got to see the author live and I came out with a better understanding of how they wanted their work to be interpreted.

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?
Answering questions, no. Raising questions, yes. I`m just here to make a big mess.

I`m interested in the flexibility of language, especially English. How nouns can flip to verbs and back again, how one word can have several meanings. I demonstrate this in "Arpeggios on Leo Brouwer" in my book, and in a piece called "signature move" http://horselesspress.files.wordpress.com/2011/03/hlr12.pdf

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 wish writers, especially poets were more celebrated in North America. I spend Canadian winters in Latin America, When I tell people I meet in Canada that I write poetry, I get responses like “uh, that`s....interesting” or they assume I`m writing traditional poetry, or they might know something of the Beat Generation. When I tell people from Latin countries the same thing, it`s like I`m some rock star. They`re more curious and excited and ask a billion questions.

8 - Do you find the process of working with an outside editor difficult or essential (or both)?
Honestly, I don`t have much experience. When Bareback Press was putting my book together, the editing was only for space and layout, which didn`t affect the pieces so much.

9 - What is the best piece of advice you've heard (not necessarily given to you directly)?
I had the opportunity to interview the Peruvian poet Tulio Mora, and I asked if he had any advice for younger writers: I would tell them to be intransigent, rebellious, self-demanding, to avoid lying to themselves, to take any feedback with disbelief, especially if they start receiving praise. Those who care about the comments and reviews that appear in newspapers are not poets. A poet is the one who transcribes how the world shivers at our survival.

10 - How easy has it been for you to move between genres (poetry to photography to visual art)? What do you see as the appeal?
Poetry is actually the last medium I`ve attempted. In my mid 20`s I was really into painting. I`ve played guitar and wrote music for a long while now. http://soundcloud.com/burntumber Also photography and video collage. Usually I focus my attention on just one of these for a short time until I change direction on to the next. But really they`re no different from each other. A paintbrush, a guitar, a pen, a laptop, a camera – they`re just tools for one humungous job I`m getting done.

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 can`t say I have one. When I have an idea, I either plough away at it right then and there, or let it steep in my head for awhile. I used to keep a writing book, now I do most of my writing on my laptop. I`ll have scraps of paper for a few notes. I find it useful to try writing in different places, cafes, laundromats, malls, buses. In my house, or outside.

12 - When your writing gets stalled, where do you turn or return for (for lack of a better word) inspiration?
I just try to forget about it. And that never works. I distract myself with other things, and then something will eventually pop in my head. I`ve tried to force myself to write on a few occasions and didn`t care for the outcome. In my case, writing just needs to happen.

13 - What fragrance reminds you of home?
Alfalfa and cough syrup.

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 mentioned music before. Some other pieces, their layouts were stolen from patterns in abstract visual art, geometry, architecture.

15 - What other writers or writings are important for your work, or simply your life outside of your work?
Probably like most 20-something males I went through the Beat phase. I was more into WSB and Brion Gysins practice of majik through the arts. I found the San Fransisco Beats getting entwined with hippies and Buddhism to be kind of flakey. The paintings of Cy Twobly always fascinated me, and I stole from him for my more visual work for sure.

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

Tell you about the last time I ate a pear. Paragliding.

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?
Most likely visual arts.

18 - What made you write, as opposed to doing something else?
I do plenty of other things, as mentioned before. I just found the writing community a little more welcoming. So my energies have been focused in that direction for the past few years.

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

On Seeing and NoticingAlain de Botton. Not the last film I saw but, Gummo ( Harmony Korine) reminds me of my growing up in rural Alberta.

20 - What are you currently working on?
A manuscript of visual poetry and Flarf, as well as a gluten free cook book.

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