Most of my life, all I’ve ever wanted is to be a
performer. I've been lucky enough to accomplish this through poetry.
Through poetry, I've traveled much of the US. Corners I'd never been nor dreamed of going to.
The only time I've ever been in Alabama was to read in a gay bar in Tuscaloosa. It was this unbelievably diverse and beautiful reading that was jam-packed. Those people and those hours are how I like to think of that place.
I've now read in Akron, Ohio, twice, and both times the turnout was fantastic and passionate and fun. Both times someone told me they drove an hour to get there. The first time I read in Akron was the first time I'd read outside of New York City or West Virginia. I feel like I take each one of those people with me as I continue to grow. I didn't know anything then about Ohio. Now I know how deeply entrenched and passionate the music, art and literary scenes are there.
I once read in Athens, Georgia, at a friend's house. She was finishing her Ph.D. in creative writing. She's still one of my literary heroes. She introduced me to the work of Muriel Rukeyser, who I can't believe I managed to get out of Undergrad and Grad school, having never read. After the reading, folks came out and talked about books and presses. They wanted to show me their favorite speakeasies and restaurants in Athens. That kind of community is what I've always thrived on.
Now, I've gotten to listen to people all over the
country read their work to me in their hometowns and the towns and cities
they've made their home. I've gotten to go to places like New Orleans and
Provincetown and Chattanooga Tennessee and experience people in a way that I
would never have had the chance had I believed that all the best writing or the
full spectrum of American writing was happening only in Brooklyn, or Manhattan
or Chicago.
I met one of my favorite literary people of all time
(and now friend) in Dallas, Texas, which seemed like the most unlikely place to
meet one of the greatest queer Asian poets of our generation. But there we were
at a reading series in Deep Elum, reading our work together.
Great art is happening everywhere. I think it's
important that all of you know that your writing and art matters, regardless of
where you live. That the community you build is essential, and that at the end
of the day community is really why most of us came to reading and writing in
the first place.
I've been so lucky to fall in love over and over with
so many people's hometowns. Every time I
go somewhere, someone wants to show me all of their favorite places. So through
writing, I've gotten to experience so many people's favorite places. So many
town's secret spots. I've seen some of the best nooks and crannies of America.
One of the benefits of traveling so much has been
discovering that what we think traditionally as the US hotbeds for literary
scenes, really aren't the only ones. That in every state, there are multiple
literary and art scenes happening, often in conflict with each other over the
slightest of disagreements about what writing is or isn’t. And sometimes I just
want to say: Great. This feud is hilarious, but great. Be passionate. Just because the New Yorker isn't
writing about this doesn't mean it's not important.
People in the writing world for a long time have put
their trust in institutions over people. Now, I believe we are starting to see
that erode a little. It's exciting. So, if you love your home and are inspired
there and feel safe there, please never leave. You don't have to leave home to
be an artist or find community. The people around you that you find
interesting, probably are. Those stories need to be told. So work to build the
community you dream of there. People will flock to it. I've seen it.
I first started touring throughout West Virginia with
friends in a multi-genre literary, music and art installation show called The
Travel’n Appalachian Revue. Some nights we performed in large auditoriums and
other nights in small community spaces or book stores. Because it was a variety
show, there was a much larger net of people we could draw in, compared to that
of a classic poetry reading. There were times where on a random Tuesday, in a
town we'd never been to before, almost the entire town would come out for the
show. I believe people thirst for community and the arts, especially in places
where it's harder to come by. I think we need to work more to put writers in
spaces with musicians and comedians and other artists and find more diverse
ways to make artistic communities multi-genre, so more people can be included.
Every town has talented people just waiting for their opportunity. It does not matter where you are, community
always shows up for community.
The hardest part of Covid-19 for me, thus far, has
been trying to find ways to imitate that community when most of us can't
continue to be present physically. Before COVID hit, I had decided to take an
8-month break from traveling, to heal myself mentally and physically. I've been
on the road almost two weeks of every month for the last three years. I needed
to catch up on writing my next books. I needed to be in one place. I needed
time to decompress. I was just getting ready for six upcoming engagements
across three weeks this spring when COVID hit.
I can tell you that what I miss most right now is
meeting new people. Discovering new places. Getting to explore these places
with people who are passionate about the place they live and the art they love.
I have a book coming out in the fall of 2021, and I've
had to think a bunch about how one goes about promoting a book in a post COVID
world. As a performer, I don't know if
I'll still get to tour the way I once had. This is the only way I know how to
sell a book. It was how I found my community of writers.
So I want to list some books, mostly newer books.
Written mainly by folks that I've met on the road or have read with. Books I
think that you all will love and I hope you might consider investing in, not
just the art but the people and places the art comes from as well. Each one of these books is spectacular and
means a great deal to me. I hope you consider inviting them into your homes:
WWJD AND OTHER POEMS by
Savannah Sipple—
Sleepovers: Stories Ashleigh Bryant Phillips
Helen or My Hunger by Gale Marie Thompson
Potted Meat by Stephen Dunn
All the Gay Saints Kayleb Rae Candrilli
Scott McClanahan The Collected Works of Scott McClanahan Vol. 1 & Crapalachia
Sleepovers: Stories Ashleigh Bryant Phillips
Helen or My Hunger by Gale Marie Thompson
Potted Meat by Stephen Dunn
All the Gay Saints Kayleb Rae Candrilli
Scott McClanahan The Collected Works of Scott McClanahan Vol. 1 & Crapalachia
Thank Your Lucky Stars Sherrie Flick
When I Grow Up I Want to Be a List of Further Possibilities by Chen Chen
Threat Come Close by Aaron Coleman
Guillotine Eduardo C. Corral
Witch by Philip Matthews
In This Quiet Church of Night, I Say Amen by Devin Kelly
The Prettiest Star Carter Sickels
I Can’t Talk About the Trees Without the Blood by Tiana Clark
All the Great Territories Matthew Wimberley
Deed Justin Wymer
Sugar Run Mesha Maren
Radical Hope by Kevin M. Gannon
Keegan Lester is the author of
the poetry collection this shouldn't be beautiful but it was and it was all
i had so i drew it (Slope Editions 2017). His memoir It's Believed
Dionsours Once Cooed Like Doves is forthcoming from West Virginia
University Press in the Fall of 2021. His work has been published in Ploughshares,
The Academy of American Poets, Cutbank, and Adroit among
others.