Tuesday, April 27, 2021

Meghan Privitello, One God At A Time

 

A BASIC RESPONSE TO YEARNING

All the seahorses in the world have gathered in your backyard for
suicide. What do you make of this? How did they all forget the
meaning of Hallelujah? When the animals text you to ask for Xanax,

know that God has withheld the most important threads that hold
us together. When he finds corpses, bludgeoned or beloved, he

steals every part of them to build villages. Who will thrive there, in
the shadow of our breathing? Why were we not built to last? God

is as sad as us. He eats as many noodles as he can until he sleeps
because his creations continue to fail: the cake forgets to rise, the

baby, in her sleep, dies. He confesses to himself that creativity is
a curse. He would kill for the world to be a repetition of pebbles.

The seahorses cry over their spines and scales, about how every
curve and arch is evidence of the tiresome weight of the body. This

is how carelessly we were made: when we came home at night we
can’t put ourselves back on our hangers without dying.

New Jersey poet Meghan Privitello’s second full-length collection, after A New Language for Falling Out of Love (Portland OR: YesYes Books, 2015), is One God At A Time (YesYes Books, 2020), a collection of fiercely powerful lyrics and “gruesome outlines” (including some remarkable abecedarians). Privitello writes on encounters physical and spiritual, writing those three cultural pillars of sex, death and religion, and exploring the physical and metaphysical God as weapon, lover, salvation and destroyer, mangling everything and anything in sight. Privitello’s lyrics are stunningly evocative, twisting and declaring and blushing. “Let’s begin with the tongue,” she writes, to begin the opening poem in the collection, “REVELATIONS,” “the laps it runs around its I wants / until desire is a pudding. / Oklahoma has a handle on itself. / I have an anal complex. / Birds will never remember my face. / A paper crane is lucky / because it will never question / the way it was made.” Her lyrics reverberate, writing a density of thought that hums across each line and line-break. The poem “GOD AS BUTCHER” is just stunning, as she writes: “For God, I spread my legs / until I am inverted. He sees / the mute room of my womb / and chooses to keep me that way: / not good enough to multiply.” In an interview conducted by Kallie Falandays over at American Micro Reviews & Interviews, Privitello responds to questions on her then-newly published debut, A New Language for Falling Out of Love (a book I clearly need to get my hands on), in a way that could just as easily be referring to this current collection:

KF: Many of these pieces seem to explore love and loss and misunderstanding in a raw way. Can you speak a bit about what inspired these poems, what it was like writing them, and what it was like arranging them in a collection?

MP: I often ask myself the same question you are asking me: what made you write these sad sad poems? Contrary to the life of the poems, my life now is extraordinary. I’m loved. I love. I have experienced few losses. I think these poems come from a place of what I could call “the possible now.” I’ve had many moments in my life where I was almost literally driving my car off the road, destroying myself and in turn the people around me. I think many of these poems are written by and from a past self, and show a life of what could-have-been had I not broken out of self-and-other-imposed chokeholds. There’s also a lot in these poems about marriage, which makes it sound pretty bleak, because that is how I always imagined it would be. I swore I would never get married but did. This is a promise to myself I’m so glad I broke. These poems also explore the fears of being married, of being “a wife,” whatever the fuck that means. These poems all came out quickly and almost fully formed. When I was arranging them in the collection, I was trying to find links within the poem, like particular words that carried over from one to the next. I felt that they were all thematically and tonally similar enough that they needed something smaller to hold them together. Thank you, nouns. You are the divine glue.

One God At A Time also includes poems on marriage, although with the gaze shifted to include and encompass conversations on the Almighty. “Rarely have I allowed myself to know a man,” she writes, as part of “YOU DON’T KNOW GOD,” “save for the time I asked a sculpture of Christ / to tongue me his secrets, a slug-shine of truth: / Use me until you are real, he said, and I felt the / vapor of my unknowing rise, rise, rise / while my body hardened into a sweet scab, / exposed to the wound it works to cloak.” There are conversations her poems have with religion and spirituality, writing her explorations of God as physically human, exploring the benefits and drawbacks of such a powerful entity flailing through the attributes as a fully human presence. The poems that make up the suite “EXCERPTS FROM THE ENCYCLOPEDIA OF SEXUAL POSITIONS WITH GOD,” for example, being a case-in-point, such as the poem “THE COMMUNION,” that ends: “As a woman, / you’ve swallowed enough of God’s / currency to have an ocean behind the / teeth, salty enough for any wrongful / bones to float. Watch God bob up and / down in the cold current, his shrinking / cock the first promise of all the things / he was never willing to give you.”

Monday, April 26, 2021

12 or 20 (second series) questions with Kate Gaskin

Kate Gaskin is the author of Forever War, winner of the Pamet River Prize (YesYes Books). Her poems have appeared in journals such as Guernica, Pleiades, Poetry Northwest, 32 Poems, Alaska Quarterly Review, The Southern Review, Blackbird, and The Rumpus, and her work has been anthologized in the 2019 Best American Nonrequired Reading. She is a recipient of a Tennessee Williams Scholarship in poetry from the Sewanee Writers’ Conference, as well as a fellowship from the Vermont Studio Center. She edits poetry for The Adroit Journal. Currently, she is a PhD student in English at the University of Nebraska-Lincoln.

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 released in May 2020, so it didn’t change my life at all. The pandemic did, however, and of course that, in turn, affected the way I have been able to promote and advocate for Forever War. The other big thing that happened just after my book’s release was that I started a PhD program, and suddenly my 8-year-old child couldn’t consistently go to school anymore. This is all to say that publishing a first book of poetry is probably a humbling experience for many poets, but for me, publishing in this particular time, I’ve had to reevaluate my relationship with writing and publishing. It’s reminded me that the work itself is enough. And it’s reminded me that my journey with writing and publishing has really just begun. I appreciate the opportunity to look forward to what’s next.

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

Oh, I’ve always loved poetry. Probably since reading Shel Silverstein in grade school. My aunt gave me two books by Mark Doty when I was in high school—Atlantis and Sweet Machine—and that was it for me. I did quite a lot of poetry writing in high school and as an undergraduate, and then afterward I lost my way for a while. In my thirties, after I’d had my kid, I basically experienced a wake-up call, which was that if I wanted to be a poet—and I did—I had to put in the work to make it happen. Up until then, I’d thought I needed to be surrounded by other poets to be validated as a poet. And then I realized that that just hadn’t happened and wasn’t going to happen for a long time, so I started writing. I sometimes wish I wasn’t such a late bloomer, but my path is my path and my timeline is my timeline, and I’ve stopped fighting against it, and that’s helped immensely.

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?

My process is tedious and slow. I write lots of bad poems, especially when I’m at the beginning of trying to articulate something that I don’t have language for yet. Eventually, after writing a million bad poems, I usually experience a breakthrough that gives me the framework through which other less bad poems follow. It’s a slog and disheartening, but what the past has shown me is that if I just keep going, eventually good poems follow. Sometimes first drafts look nothing like final drafts, sometimes I only need to tweak minor parts of first drafts. It all depends on what the poem needs. I don’t take notes when writing. I just sit down and try to write.

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?

Forever War wasn’t a book until I had written “What the War Was, What the War Was Not,” and then suddenly I realized I had a book. Via a combination of combing through my existing work for thematically-related poems and using that specific poem as a lens through which to produce more work, I put Forever War together. I don’t write toward a specific book in the beginning, but I’m usually struggling with thematically related material, so the poems begin talking to each other.

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

I like doing readings, but I haven’t been able to do any in-person since Forever War came out. I had planned a book release party, and my spouse had—unbeknownst to me—arranged for my whole family to fly to Omaha to surprise me, and of course that never happened. I’ve been lucky to participate in a few online readings, but as grateful as I am for those opportunities, I find online readings to be more difficult to enjoy. I’m looking forward to a future in which I’ll get to attend readings again.

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’m always struggling against domesticity in my work. Historically, we make domesticity small and unimportant when women write about it, but of course there are so many women writers today successfully writing about motherhood and home and the small, everyday joys and drudgeries that intersect in domestic spaces. Forever War is a very domestic book in both the literal sense but also in the sense of the word domestic as it’s defined as the interiority of the United States. There is so much war writing told from the perspective of people (usually men) who leave to go fight in wars, but there isn’t as much war writing about what happens to domestic spaces when those people leave and then come back (and leave and come back, and leave and come back, which has been my personal experience.) To be left behind, to be made a supporting character in one’s own life, can make a person feel small and tangential. I think I keep trying to write myself into existence.

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?

Well, good writing brings so much joy and solace to so many people, doesn’t it? Writers also build and enrich communities.

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

It’s great! Although it’s rare, anytime a journal’s editor has wanted to make edits to one of my poems, I’ve always walked away with a better poem. I also had an excellent experience working with my editor Stevie Edwards on Forever War. It’s a better, more coherent book because of her.

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

My former professor John Price once said that you have to do the writing work that’s given to you, even if it’s small, even if it’s not very glamorous. I’ve thought about that a lot over the years. That advice helped me give myself permission to write.

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 don’t have a writing routine. A typical day begins with helping my kid get ready for school. Because of the pandemic, sometimes that rolls into my becoming a third grade teacher for the day. I spend an awful, eye-bleeding amount of time on Zoom. When I’m not actively parenting, attending class, or teaching class, I’m reading for class. So I’ve been in survival mode, trying to fit writing in the tiny cracks between obligations. Right this very moment, however, I’m on an extended winter break before my next semester of the PhD program starts, so I am trying to use this time wisely while, at the same time, not paralyze myself with my own expectations.

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

I return to books of poems I love. That almost always helps.

12 - What fragrance reminds you of home?

Pine trees. Sweet olive. Star jasmine.

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?

Definitely nature. I live in Omaha because my spouse—who is in the Air Force—is stationed here, but I grew up in Alabama, and I am obsessed with Southern landscapes in general, from longleaf pine forests to boggy wetlands. We were stationed in Pensacola for a while, and we lived right on Perdido Bay, and it’s my favorite place in the world. Imagine going out to your backyard each day to check on whatever kinds of wildlife are hanging around. Redfish. Comb jellies. Moon jellyfish. Crabs. Schools of silver mullet. Dolphins. Ospreys. Great blue herons.

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

I was already writing about being a military spouse before I discovered Jehanne Dubrow’s poems, but her first book on that topic, Stateside, helped me legitimize to myself that this kind of writing is important and worthwhile. There are many, many incredible veterans writing poetry, but Brandon Courtney’s work is just astounding—and he’s my pressmate! Ursula K. LeGuin’s work occupies a permanent place in my head. She was brilliant. An icon. The last work I read that kicked me in the heart in a good way was Ross Gay’s Catalogue of Unabashed Gratitude. What an incredible book.

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

I would like to feel like a permanent, lifelong poet instead of someone just passing through. I haven’t done that yet because it will take a lifetime of work. I’m a busy mother with a young child, but I am also trying to slowly chip away at prioritizing a life in art.

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 would probably be a visual artist. That’s a road not taken.

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

I felt like I was disappearing. Writing has always been my way back into life.

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

I recently finished Memorial Drive by Natasha Trethewey, and it’s wonderful. I think the last great movie I saw was 1917 in the theater in February right before it became too unsafe to see movies this way (which is such a shame because I love going to the movies). I love any kind of tracking shot that goes on for a long time, so I obviously loved 1917.

19 - What are you currently working on?

I’m working on surviving this season of my life, and I’m working on writing more about the particulars of parenting a child with a disability. The great love and great sorrow that happen when your child is in peril.

12 or 20 (second series) questions;

Sunday, April 25, 2021

Roxanna Bennett, The Untranslatable I

 

Purplefish Key: The Lost Dodo

        Is Anne Carson autistic or am I
projecting understanding & if you
       
find that offensive—why? Did you think

sanism was the only narrative. Or did you think
               
to think. To think is overrated, or am I

       
overthinking again? Ask the vegetables
in the salt mine, E. razes some prospects

               
in this prospectus. Protect us from formulas
       
1 to 10. Protect us from counting cards again.

Don’t ask us to count you among us, nothing
       
about us without us. Synchronous or schizoaffective

depends on your affect. Are you pretty,
       
are you smiling? Translate: go quietly

or we’ll replace you with a replica skeleton.

Roxanna Bennett’s third full-length poetry title, after The Uncertainty Principle (Toronto ON: Tightrope Books, 2014) and unmeaningable (Guelph ON: Gordon Hill Press, 2019), is The Untranslatable I (Gordon Hill Press, 2021), a further exploration of what has been dubbed “disability poetics,” writing both the visible and the invisible. Across forty-three first-person lyric narrative poems, Bennett writes a suite of prefixed titles, repeating prefixes such as “Travel Diary,” “Purplefish Key,” “CBT Worksheet,” “Postcard from the Bottle City of Kandor,” “Gratitude Journal” and “Babelfish Key,” referencing the fictional fish one puts in their ears to simultaneously translate spoken language as it moves through the ear, from Douglas Adams’ infamous The Hitchhiker’s Guide to the Galaxy. Bennett writes around and across explorations of the untranslatable self, exploring what Virginia poet Susannah Nevison describes as well, in a quote included at the opening of the collection: “Explaining disability is like speaking two languages, and it is it the disabled person who is required to translate for the able-bodied world.” In the poem “Babelfish Key: Stairs & Whispers,” as Bennett writes: “Can we make peace / of the many pieces a cracked keepsake makes // or keep making the same mistakes uncaring / whose being we break, identity not their commodity / but a story rewritten continuously, no body embodies // meaning more than another one?”

Through pop culture references, and navigating the difficulties of what so many take for granted, Bennett utilizes a tightness of line and form to articulate what might otherwise be impossible, and I am curious to see what becomes of their essays-in-progress, referenced as part of a recent interview conducted via The League of Canadian Poets. As they write to open the poem “Travel Diary: So Long, & Thanks for all the Fish,” “‘I’m disabled’ I blurt when Steve’s long-lost / fancy BBC cousin asks what I do for a living, / gulping wine to drown the silence, // intimidated by class signifiers, / lost, clinging to conventional island, / safety of shared fandom, The Hitchhiker’s / Guide to the Galaxy instructs Don’t Panic / but I am Marvin, brain the size of a planet / on fire with self-hatred. Or I’m Arthur Dent, // adrift in a hospital gown, ever alien, / never at home in this unsound skin.”