Saturday, May 05, 2018

Jocelyn Saidenberg, Kith & Kin



[birdbrain] there’s a sequence called time: she’s sick, she dies, she’s still dead, no matter the voice, passive or active, but the other won’t have it that way not in that order or tense. It figures apprehension & owing. No promise or debt to pursue. Is it like grains of sand? like stars? what’s myriad? Not quite, without senses. Then while reading the letter by Bruce I find a compositional circle ringing & containing that draws us together. (“NOVEMBER”)

Constructed as a year’s suite of poems, Bay Area, San Francisco writer Jocelyn Saidenberg’s latest title, Kith & Kin (The Elephants, 2018) is composed as an elegy, one that weaves through confession and the domestic as well as the elusive details of the lyric. Compiled, seemingly, in chronological order, the poems accumulate as multiple poems-per-month from September to August, as Saidenberg both plumbs and alludes to the details of Beth’s (the exact nature of the relationship isn’t defined, but Beth is clearly an intimate) illness and death, and what occurs in the space of such heartbreak. Across forty-one poems, a period of care and caregiving eventually gives way to grief, and to absence, as she writes: “& it’s / too stupid to list those with whom / & a stupid list of losses those who abandoned / the dead & those whose suffering / held them possessed like those owls do” (“SEPTEMBER”).

NOVEMBER

less the more not exactly
a pair not oblivious either but
not familiar the less I do
the more she is or the more I
sleep the less she is not or the less
light less love to trust to live
if not to person a dream
we’re winking so Beth kings it
because she’s making
a racket repairing a bucket
will they let us keep what makes
it most alien is to unkind it
being with what before what is
found as a dirge for before what
we court to keep measuring
distances & inward longing
for extremes to count
that no one go hungry
all hallucinate nightly
it’s difficult being
against being
the more now
the less to undo it

The author of four full-length titles—Mortal City (Parentheses Writing Series, 1998), Cusp (Kelsey St. Press, 2001), Negativity (Atelos Press, 2007), Dead Letter (Roof Books, 2014)—as well as three chapbooks—Dusky, Dispossessed, and Shipwreck—one can clearly see a thread or two emerge in Saidenberg’s work through her titles alone (this is the first collection of hers I’ve seen), one that does work to engage some darker, deeper elements of the personal, interpersonal and intimate, and the collection manages a fine line between language writing and narrative. Saidenberg presents the story slant, fragmented and allusive/elusive, but in the most straightforward manner possible, managing a lyric that embraces the full emotion of language and bodies, and everything the heart and the mind might want. As she writes at the end of the collection, in “some notes”:

Kith & Kin is born of a desire to write about what I tend to deny or avoid: my body, my organizational obsessions, the banality of my everyday, my mistakes and messes, that is, my desire to invite the exclusions in and to entertain the excesses. By attending to what my attention resists, my inattention, I had the hunch that in approaching my withdrawal, shame, and omissions, I might find myself in proximity to others, ones who mumble, who yell in rage, who are recently or long dead, who dream me at night, those who are lost to me, yet whose beings compose my beings. As Judith Butler writes: “I find that my very formation implicates the other in me, that my own foreignness to myself is, paradoxically, the source of my ethical connection with others.” We are traversed by others, by their traces and impressions. Who we are is never fully knowable, for we constitute an assembly of others and selves. In this sense, the writing summons and is summoned by others collectively, enigmatically as our elaboration of losses and assemblies.


Friday, May 04, 2018

12 or 20 (second series) questions with Emily Nilsen

Emily Nilsen was born and raised in Vancouver. Her book of poems, Otolith (icehouse, 2017) was published shortly after the chapbook Place, No Manual (Lake, 2017). She now lives in Nelson, BC.

1 - How does your most recent work compare to your previous? How does it feel different?
The timescale feels different. Most of the poems in Otolith were written in the last three years, but it took over a decade to get to them. I had to hike through some really dense thicket before arriving at a clearing where the book poems lived. I’m not sure how long it will take to bushwhack through to another set, but hopefully less.

2 - How did you come to poetry first, as opposed to, say, fiction or non-fiction?
I try to write fiction and it ends up being a poem. I have written non-fiction essays and love the feeling of stretching the words out. Big open skies.

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?
It varies. Some poems come out fast and fully formed. Others (and this is more the norm) are squeezed out of a rock. The fast ones are a joy. The slow ones pin me for weeks. Sometimes I’ll draw a poem first and then wait for it to turn.

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 usually set out thinking of something larger and then get blindsided by random questions that lead to smaller poems, which then either slide back into the big picture or they go out on their own. I have a folder called ‘orphans’ for the random ones. Maybe eventually they’ll form familial connections and I can call it a book.

5 - Are public readings part of or counter to your creative process? Are you the sort of writer who enjoys doing readings?
I’ve only just started to enjoy readings. Before, they were mostly panic inducing: all those eyeballs looking up. But, it’s good to give the poems a human vessel and make words more than a series of symbols on a flat page.

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?

My first book and chapbook were released in 2017. Since then I’ve been circling around, trying to coax myself away from exploring the same questions. I’m giving in to the fact that, really, nothing has been resolved and that’s ok; there are (or should be) infinite answers to even a handful of questions, and vice versa. I’m mostly concerned with the insanity and absurdity of human beings, presences and absences thereof, disease, and the meaning of landscape - with or without us.

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?
Witness, interpreter, observer, imaginer, re-imaginer, mirror.

8 - Do you find the process of working with an outside editor difficult or essential (or both)?
For me, essential. The editors I have worked with have climbed into the poems and looked at them from the inside out. I need someone to kick the dust around.

9 - What is the best piece of advice you've heard (not necessarily given to you directly)?
Last fall I went to a residency at the Art Shed in Sointula, BC. I went to write but when I got there the tank was empty, no fumes. Blank. I’d look out at the incredible-ness of humpbacks sighing and feeding just off-shore, hoping there’d be a flicker. There wasn’t. That emptiness is the worst. I’d met up with a friend there, who shared a quote by Maggie Nelson on accepting “the soggy, ill-defined but probably necessary periods between monsoon and drought.” I’m trying to get comfy with the feeling of nothing, when it moves in. That advice helped.

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?

It’s all over the place. Early mornings are the sweet spot when I’m at home. But mostly I need to hermit off somewhere for a long time to get going.

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

12 - What fragrance reminds you of home?

Salt air. Wet pavement.

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?
All of the above. Parts of Otolith were written while at the Salmon Coast Field Station, a research house in the Broughton Archipelago. I loved the rigor, results, careful observation, discovery and language of science. Years earlier, I’d worked as a field assistant there and all the counting and measurement reorganized itself and morphed into a poem. Also, photography. I picked up Eugene Richards’ book The Blue Room in 2012 and it has stayed with me ever since.

14 - What other writers or writings are important for your work, or simply your life outside of your work?
Too many to list, really. Any writing that points towards something, that holds my head in place and forces me to look.

15 - What would you like to do that you haven't yet done?
If I could, I’d write a novel or make a film. A long project that may or may not be synced with reality.

16 - If you could pick any other occupation to attempt, what would it be?
Something more ergonomically satisfying and with more movement…

17 - What was the last great book you read? What was the last great film?
Just finished Medicine Walk by Richard Wagamese and wished I could have heard him read while alive. I recently watched Mommy by Xavier Dolan on a long flight back from Europe. Got me in the gut. It’s so weighted I lost track of being in the air.

18 - What are you currently working on?
Always poems.

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Thursday, May 03, 2018

poetry mini interviews : rob mclennan

[myself and Aoife having lunch with Stephen Brockwell, earlier this year]

I recently participated in Thomas Whyte's poetry mini interviews blog, which posts individual question and answer pairings over a period of weeks by a variety of North American poets, including Sara Renee Marshall, Emily Izsak, Amanda Earl, Manahil Bandukwala, Shannon Bramer, Shannon Quinn, Kyle Flemmer, Aaron Tucker and multiple others. You can now see my six answers here. Thanks much! And of course, if you wish to see further interviews posted online with me, simply check out my list of links here.

Wednesday, May 02, 2018

Steven Zultanski, Honestly


I never met my great-uncle, Dick Stryker.
But about ten years ago, while visiting family, I found his copy of Joyce’s Ulysses; the inside cover was stamped with his name and the pages were dotted with marginalia.
I asked my parents who he was, but it had been so long since anyone had mentioned him that they could barely remember the rumors; he was a pianist and a composer; he was jailed for being a conscientious objector during World War II; he spent two years in a prison in Ohio; his father kicked him out of the family; he moved to New York; he was gay; he was an alcoholic; at some point, he burned his face off somehow; he might have been homeless for a time; he refused to have anything to do with his family.

I wanted to know more, I wanted to feel a slightly stronger mild connection to this person I’d never heard of.

Steven Zultanski’s latest, the poetry title Honestly (Toronto ON: Book*hug, 2018), is a memoir-esque collection of untitle narrative lyrics/lyric narratives that, once opened, is extremely difficult to put down again. The book opens with the story of searching out details of a newly-discovered relative, attempting to piece together the life of a great-uncle he hadn’t know of previously, writing his lost relative’s way back from silence. The pieces that make up this small collection are quite curious in their ability to exist as short, personal monologues, composed in such a straightforward, and deeply personal way, that the effect is incredibly compelling. Why have I not been reading more Steven Zultanski?

What becomes interesting throughout the collection is how the opening element that suggests memoir turns and twists on itself rather quickly, shifting in and out of focus from potential memoir into fiction. One begins to wonder: Is any of this true? Does it matter? Perhaps the suggestion that it does is what provides the initial hook, taking the reader along for the ride into shadowy and impossible depths. The rush here is considerable. The rewards are multiple.

So Lydia’s metaphor doesn’t really work, but I like metaphors that don’t work.
They bring distant things together without subsuming one into the other, amplifying their differences while establishing a skewed relation.

Even better, this metaphor also fails by working too well: it could be applicable to most any situation.
It’s simultaneously obvious and abstruse: you know what she’s saying about how misunderstands evolve from lopsided communication, and yet it’s hard to draw any specific insights from the comparison between human love relationships and weather.
That’s why I like it so much
It reaffirms a general idea, but inconclusively.
As if abstract generalizations could be real and true, but only as details in stories traversed with other details—some of which cluster together as if seeking commonality, and some of which float away.


Tuesday, May 01, 2018

12 or 20 (second series) questions with Annick MacAskill


Annick MacAskill [photo credit: Heather Kirk] is the author of No Meeting Without Body (Gaspereau Press, 2018) and Brotherly Love: Poems of Sappho and Charaxos (Frog Hollow Press, 2016). Her poetry and criticism have appeared in journals in Canada and abroad, including Versal, Prism, Room, The Fiddlehead, PANK, CV2, Arc, The Puritan, Lemon Hound, and Bone Bouquet. Originally from Ontario, she currently lives and writes in Halifax.

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?

My first chapbook, Brotherly Love: Poems of Sappho and Charaxos (Frog Hollow Press, 2016), gave me a beautiful, physical something to read from in public. My first full-length collection, No Meeting Without Body, due to be published in April with Gaspereau Press, will give me the same, I suspect (Gaspereau certainly makes gorgeous books). More than the objects themselves, my first chapbook and book both gave me the opportunity to work with experienced editors, and a touch more confidence. 

My chapbook was a somewhat conceptual project, while No Meeting Without Body is a kind of juvenilia, a collection of my favourite poems written over the past few years, with no specific theme or concept behind it. 

My more recent projects include my translingual erasure of Catullus, Medulla (Ill Meat), and a book of love poetry that revolves around the themes of communication and sound. I also have a few new poems on different subjects scattered here and there…

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

When I was about seven or eight, I used to write short lines in my notebooks. My mother called what I wrote "poems". I have no idea what I thought I was doing before that, but I've been using that word ever since. 

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 have no one method; for me, the process depends on the project, but I do tend to go through phases. For a few years, I resisted the common, post-Romantic conception of the poet as working simply and effortlessly from a place of inspiration, and looked at my creative writing as work. Inspired, I think, by the Renaissance authors I had studied (who wrote to make a living and who wrote in many forms and genres), I was ready to try everything and anything to ensure that I kept writing. But I've since become aware that certain projects excite me more than others; I can produce quickly when motivated, in a way that is not so clearly “work”, at least not initially. Neither method is preferable to me, just the result of different projects. 

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?

With a sound, a line, a feeling, a thought, an experience, a memory. I've published poems that were written in 30 minutes, and I have poems that have taken me a year or longer. Again, my process varies widely: 

Brotherly Love was written over a year, in spurts, inspired by the discovery of two new poems by Sappho in early 2014. No Meeting Without Body was written and edited more or less steadily over three and a half years before I submitted it to Gaspereau Press. I had worked on the poems in the collection as individual entities before bringing them together in one manuscript.

Medulla (Ill Meat), my translingual erasure of Catullus, was written in a frenzy -- fifty poems in about six weeks. I worked mornings four or five days a week, for a few hours at a time. It was exhausting work (I often took naps in the afternoon!), and I was fortunate (?) to have been unemployed for long enough to pursue the work.

Currently, I’m writing my poems more slowly, producing drafts quickly but taking significant time to sit with them before editing. I still feel I need more time with the latest project, a book of love poems. I’ve been writing and re-writing one longer poem from the collection, for example, for over a year.

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

I enjoy readings, both as a listener and a participant. I think I am most fed when I attend readings by poets whose writing inspires me and who take care in reading their words out loud. I tend to enjoy reading in public, even when it makes me nervous, but I'm not sure it feeds my process to the same degree that listening does. Usually by the time I'm ready to read a poem in public, I've read it aloud to myself or a friend many times, so the benefit of listening to my own work has already had its effect. 

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?

The theoretical concerns behind my writing tend to depend on the project, but in general, I am interested in exploring realities of sexism and misogyny, and forms of resistance to sexism and misogyny. I am also interested in the theme of philosophical/political conviction in a broader sense, and in devotion (spiritual and otherwise). 

Brotherly Love, a pseudotranslation, and Medulla (Ill Meat), a translingual erasure, allowed me to explore my interests in languages, translation, the limits of translation, and literary authority. Similarly, I’ve written paraphrases and adaptations of other classic texts, from Antiquity and the Renaissance, primarily... For me, the most successful translation (in terms of transmission of the original’s larger meaning – transmission of form is another interesting question) is often an adaptation, a version that can create significant stylistic and formal difference from the original. 

My most recent project is informed in large part by a reflection on the nature and limits of human communication, and by the differences between language, sound, song, and meaning.

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?

To listen, to witness, and to transmit, broadly speaking, though these roles are hardly exclusive to writers. 

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

Essential. I have been lucky to work with keen and attentive editors, and am grateful for the experience. 

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

Elizabeth Philips impressed upon me the value of finding writing peers to work with, and I am glad I heeded this encouragement. Writing friends are invaluable.  

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

I have moved from poetry to critical prose to poetry to critical prose... it has not been easy, but it's been fruitful. My background in literary history and criticism has sometimes felt like a hindrance in my creative writing. Most of the scholarly articles and book reviews I've published have been in French, and moving back into English has been challenging, as has been returning to poetry after academic writing. 

I was motivated to review books by contemporary women writers when I encountered stats put out by CWILA that highlighted a dearth of reviews of women’s literary writing in Canada. Reviewing felt like one tangible way I could contribute, and I had already reviewed a number of scholarly books, so felt like I was reasonably well equipped.

But popular critical prose (the kind published in literary journals) is quite unlike academic prose. The transition from academic criticism to popular literary criticism wasn’t much easier than the transition from academic criticism to poetry or poetry to popular criticism, although at this point I’ve published about a dozen book reviews in literary venues. All three forms certainly feed each other, but in indirect ways. For me, they're almost different languages, and to move from one to the other remains difficult, though worthwhile. 

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?

When I'm working (I currently teach at a university, as a part-time faculty member and writing tutor), I have no set writing routine. I work in the spaces I can find. When I am fortunate enough to have more time to myself, I prefer to write in the morning, when I am the most focused. Editing seems to work fine for the afternoon and evening, as does the business of submission and other small tasks. 

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

Other poets, history, birdwatching, and memory. Like many other writers, a good walk also seems to help.

13 - What fragrance reminds you of home?

I've lived at some thirty-odd addresses in about as many years. I don't think I understand what most people mean by "home", and associate no one scent with the concept. 

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?

Nature and music. Birdsongs.

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

I recently read a new poem by Evelyn Lau, in which every single line break was exactly where I would have put it. The experience was startling -- I read Lau voraciously in high school, but am not familiar with her more recent work. Realizing that Lau’s verse had almost certainly influenced my own ear confirmed something I had long suspected – that I am not always aware of which writers have been the most important for my work.

In terms of what I’m currently reading, these days I find myself seeking out poems by Louise Glück, Arleen Paré, Colette Bryce, Karen Solie, and Souvankham Thammavongsa. Some classics I return to again and again (I like repetition) -- the Hebrew Bible, Ovid, Sappho, Petrarch, Joachim Du Bellay, Louise Labé, Agrippa d'Aubigné, Emily Dickinson... 

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

In terms of writing-related activities, I'd like to finish my screenplay. I’d also like to improve the little Hindi I know.  

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?

In another life I’d like to be an astrophysicist. I’d also do just about anything to work with birds, especially geese.

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

I could never stop. There were always, at the very least, lines in the margins of my notebooks, drafts on the back of receipts.  

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


20 - What are you currently working on?

Several reviews and a couple translations. I look forward to having a few weeks at the end of term to look over my recently completed drafts. And I’m always working on new poems, here and there.