Tuesday, August 02, 2022

12 or 20 (second series) questions with Aaron Kreuter

Aaron Kreuter [photo credit: Rick O'Brien] is the author of the short story collection You and Me, Belonging (2018) and the poetry collection Arguments for Lawn Chairs (2016). His writing has appeared in places such as Grain Magazine, The Puritan, The Temz Review, and The Rusty Toque. Kreuter lives in Toronto and is a postdoctoral fellow at Carleton University. Shifting Baseline Syndrome is his second book of poems.

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’d say the main way my first book changed my life is that I now had a book out in the world, not to be too tautological about it. It gave me the space and clean slate to being working on new poems, new books. The poems in Shifting Baseline Syndrome, my second collection of poems, are more energetic, more flippant, more desirous, and more frisky than my earlier work.

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

Poetry has been an annoying friend since earliest childhood. I couldn’t get away from it if I tried.

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?

As for many aspects of writing for me, it is entirely dependent on the project. Some poems take weeks, months, years, to germinate, root, stalk, and flower (if flower it ever does). Sometimes I write down a title for a poem, and come back to it years later (or not at all). Sometimes a poem falls out of me like a piece of blowdown in the forest. It could be years between poems, or minutes.

4 - Where does a poem or work of prose 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?

Since the first book of poems (Arguments for Lawn Chairs, available in my basement), I have more or less written towards a project. This doesn’t mean anything more than the book is in mind as I write, out there, in the future.

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

I definitely enjoy readings. I remember the first time I read publicly—in Montreal, for one of my first publications, at Concordia’s undergraduate journal Soliloquies. I was terrifically nervous. But I went on stage, and I did it. I never thought I’d be the kind of person who could just go up on stage and perform, but apparently I can be, and I am. I’m looking forward to in-person readings starting up again, I enjoy the energy of, and interaction with, an audience.

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’d say that behind any one poem, story, or longer piece I write is a frothing ocean of idea, concern, rage, and love. Unless, of course, I’m just trying to be funny. An all-star list of some of the theoretical concerns of Shifting Baseline Syndrome would have to include: the metaphysics of television; the destruction of the world; what I enigmatically refer to as “Jewish stuff”; heritage, legacy, family; and acid trips in portapotties.

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?

The writer, mostly, is here to make fun of the powerful, to disrupt, to shake up and shake off, to celebrate and complain. Or, you know, whatever.

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

Both. Or one or the other, depending on the project, the editor, and the ebb and flow of my moods.

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

To always take care of your shoes.

10 - How easy has it been for you to move between genres (poetry to short stories to creative non-fiction to the novella)? What do you see as the appeal?

I’ve never had much trouble moving between genres. For me, each project is its own genre.

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 write most days. But, that being said, I’m a firm believer in the fact that the mind is always working.

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

The guitar. Music. The lake. The river. Alice Munro. Ursula Le Guin.

13 - What fragrance reminds you of home?

Bowties and kasha (though that’s really my grandmother’s home).

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?

Music, most definitely: rock, jazz, folk, classical, but most importantly improvisational rock and roll. The way a jam moves, changes, opens, builds, peaks, comes down.

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

Alice Munro. Ursula Le Guin. Michael Chabon. Mordecai Richler. Leonard Cohen. Toni Morrison.

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

Canoe a massive river. Like a fifty-day river.

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?

Canoe guide. Commune chef. Daycare teacher.

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

It’s never really seemed like a choice.

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

I recently reread The Dispossessed by Ursula Le Guin, and it rewired my brain once again. Amazing how in each reading I focus on a different aspect. I also just read Matrix by Lauren Groff, which is absolutely, absolutely fantastic.

20 - What are you currently working on?

I’m finishing up a draft of a novel, called Lake Burntshore, that takes place at a Jewish summer camp in Ontario, and is about settler colonialism, Jewish stuff, and the land. There’s also a new batch of poems slowly working its way up from the deep.

12 or 20 (second series) questions;

Monday, August 01, 2022

Ongoing notes: early August, 2022: Mia Ayumi Malhotra + Cassidy McFadzean,

August, already. All I can do is remind you: check out periodicities: a journal of poetry and poetics, the new issue of which starts posting today! And you remember that above/ground press is holding a 29th anniversary big ridiculous sale this summer, yes? And I'm still selling copies of this new poetry book of mine! So many exciting things!

San Francisco CA: Following her full-length debut, Isako Isako (Alice James Books, 2018), and winner of the 2022 BOOM Chapbook Contest is Bay Area poet Mia Ayumi Malhotra’s charming and utterly striking Notes from the Birth Year (bateau press, 2022), a suite of lyrics that write out elements of new motherhood, and connecting deeper to a lineage; the threads that begin to open fully and further across both genealogical directions. “With this telling,” she writes as part of “On Mind and Memory,” “I am weaving her an origin story—one in which, I realize, / I am incidental. This is about her, not me.” Hers is a lyric simultaneously casual and crafted, set as sketched notes on the possibilities of newness and connectivity around having a small child. These poems are remarkable for their intimacy and their scale, written across and through distances great and small, long lines of calm, hesitation and memory, reaching out into a new way of seeing what was already there. “Strange,” she writes, as part of “On Gestation and Becoming,” “how what is closest most eludes us.” She composes poems that engage with the emergence through their own possibilities, seeking to connect poetic form and structure with an openness that having a growing child allows. As the poem “On Form” begins:

I became a mother and I began to write like a Japanese woman.

Which is to say: I began to write like myself—from the imaginary whence my mother’s mother and her mother and her mother before her came.

Things That Are Distant Though Near: Festivals celebrated near the Palace. The zigzag path leading up to the temple of Kurama.

When I became a mother, my lines began to grow less mannered, less sculpted—and this wild, itinerant prose did not adhere to shapeliness.

Instead it spilled from birth into death and questions of beauty and my opinions about this and that, arranging itself as it wished.

An unruly, yet artful text.

Kentville NS: From Regina-born and Brooklyn-based Canadian poet Cassidy McFadzean, the author of the full-length collections Hacker Packer (McClelland and Stewart, 2015) and Drolleries (McClelland & Stewart, 2019), comes the chapbook Third States of Being (Gaspereau Press, 2022), a title composed as “a crown of sonnets written for my mother, Catherine Mae McFadzean (née Warriner), who was born May 29, 1957, and died September 24, 2020.” Admittedly, I had to look up the specific term, as the Poetry Foundation website offers: “The sonnet redoublé, also known as a crown of sonnets, is composed of 15 sonnets that are linked by the repetition of the final line of one sonnet as the initial line of the next, and the final line of that sonnet as the initial line of the previous; the last sonnet consists of all the repeated lines of the previous 14 sonnets, in the same order in which they appeared.” As her poem begins: “The way loss ricochets through memory / altering every moment that preceded / Those left behind forever changed by it / with renewed engagements tending / ever loyally to the earth and its labours / like caretakers in the palace gardens [.]”

There is a curious language to her elegy, one that seeks a particular crafted phrase, accumulating line upon self-contained line until the lines begin to narratively collage into a larger shape. She writes her elegy slant against the loss of her mother, attempting to articulate points through the loss and the very notion of scattered, shuffled memory through shuffled language. Each step is both the same and not the same, all of which ends up in that particular spot.

IX

Galloping off and never turning back
Was your death swift and unexpected
because a long and drawn-out illness

would have destroyed me, unable to rise
to the occasion? In the night I berate myself

with circular thinking: if we’re only given
what we can handle is it my fault for being

too weak to bear your suffering?

I search through pages of histopathology
to find the arteries of your heart calcified
A pink marbling on the tissue slides

tiny cells became lilac buds in a river
floating downstream, almost beautiful

with knowledge the invisible will betray