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Sunday, June 4, 2023

Dean Rader : Process Note #18

The 'process notes' pieces were originally solicited by Maw Shein Win as addendum to her teaching particular poems and poetry collections for various workshops and classes. This excerpt and process note by Dean Rader is part of her curriculum for her Poetry Workshop at the University of San Francisco in their MFA Program for spring semester of 2023 and for Poetry In Process: Creating Together, A Workshop.

 

 

 

My recent collection of poems, Before the Borderless: Dialogues with the Art of Cy Twombly, doesn’t really sound too much like a book of poetry. If you look at the title or even the front cover, you’d think it was a series of interviews or perhaps some essays in response to individual artworks. “Poems” is nowhere to be found.

This was intentional.

My editors at Copper Canyon and I wanted the book to foreground two things: 1) Twombly and 2) Engagement. In short, we wanted Before the Borderless to feel and look like an art book.

But, once you get inside, I hope things feel and look like something utterly new. I was particularly interested in having the reader experience the Twombly image and my poem together, concurrently, in real time. So, when you open the book, the Twombly image is on the left-hand page, and my poem is on the right-hand page. You can see the two texts in conversation. My dream is that the reader is looking at both, holding both in their heads and hearts, and feeling the energy going back and forth.

A pipe dream I know, but a poet can dream . . .

Writing poems that talk to abstract art can be really disorienting, especially when that art appears to be nothing more than scribbles. I also felt challenged to do the impossible: make the poems as engaging, awe-inspiring, beautiful, maddening, and provocative as the Twombly pieces themselves. I knew that was fruitless, but I had an aesthetic (and an ethical?) calling to do the art justice.

I did not want to copy Twombly’s art or emulate it or even explain it, but I wanted to channel its awesomeness. I set myself this task: could I recreate Twombly’s aesthetic energy—the overall feeling of the artwork—in my poem? Could I do on the page what Twombly does on the canvas? Do I dare even try?

Well, try I did. The jury is still out on whether I was successful, but I’ll give two examples here.

Below is an iconic Twombly piece and my poem that engages it.


Traditional modes of ekphrastic poetry are not super inventive. For example, if you read William Carlos Williams’ poems about Breughel paintings, they can skew toward the dull, doing little more than describing the scene in the painting. Given that the scene in this Twombly is, well, scribbles, I thought I would have a little fun and make my poem an homage to ekphrastic description.

But funk it up a bit.

In the Twombly drawing (Untitled from 1969), the action seems to be going in two different directions at once. Are we supposed to be “reading” it from left to right, like a piece of writing? Or is the movement of top to bottom, like a grid or a table? I decided: both.

So, I constructed a poem that could be read horizontally (unraveled yarn, scribbled egg, broken slinky saddle stitch, spaghetti curl, white whirl) or vertically (unraveled yard, scribbled egg, broken slinky on the pavement, inverse hills, nonsense circuit).

I also feel like the drawing has no real beginning and no end. I wanted my poem to have that same feeling of in medias res, like you are arriving right in the middle of things. The title suggests that there might, somewhere, be a sestet. But, we’ll never get there because the octet never ends.

Somehow, that seems like an apt metaphor for poetry. And life.

Speaking of poetry and life, here is another example:


One thing I have always loved about Twombly is that he and I love the same poets—Rilke, Stevens, Keats, Lorca, and in this case, Sappho. Often, his visual art is little more than a scrawling of lines of poetry in a penmanship that is not easy to decipher.  Why this is so endearing/beguiling/uplifting to me is too complicated to explore here (I guess that is what my book is for), but suffice to say, there is something really captivating about this piece.

Entitled Untitled (To Sappho), this almost minimal drawing is from 1976 and is little more than a purple splotch and a handwritten fragment from Sappho: “like a hyacinth in the mountains, trampled by shepherds until only a purple stain remains on the ground.”

My poem tries to echo this drawing through two different formal gestures. First, as you no doubt noticed, the letters and words in Twombly’s drawing get larger toward the end, and the lines get longer. So, too, do the lines in my poem.

Secondly, and more importantly, this poem is a Golden Shovel, a fabulously inventive form created by Terrance Hayes. In a Golden Shovel, the last word in each line of a poem spells out or re-writes a previously published poem. So, in the case of “Meditation on Remembering,” the last word of each line recreates the Sappho poem. Start with the last word of the first line, and just go down reading only the last word of each line.

Thus, Sappho is embedded in both Twombly’s drawing and my poem. Me talking to Twombly who is talking to Sappho who I am also talking to.

I was working on this poem not long after Breonna Taylor was killed. I was horrified by her murder. I began thinking about who gets remembered and who gets forgotten. Who harms others? And who gets harmed? How often are we—in particular, women—in particular women of color— harmed by those they treat well? The italicized words to this effect are also from Sappho and felt crushingly pertinent.

Overall, my strategy was to do in a book what Twombly does over the course of his career by calling attention to micro gestures and macro concerns. Twombly loved the marriage of text and image. I want my book—and these poems—to celebrate that love.

 

 

 

 

 

Dean Rader has authored or co-authored twelve books. His debut collection of poems, Works & Days, won the 2010 T. S. Eliot Poetry Prize. His 2014 collection Landscape Portrait Figure Form was named by The Barnes & Noble Review as a Best Poetry Book. Other titles include his poetry collection Self-Portrait as Wikipedia Entry and the anthologies Native Voices: Contemporary Indigenous Poetry, Craft, and Conversations and Bullets into Bells: Poets and Citizens Respond to Gun Violence. Rader writes and reviews regularly for The San Francisco Chronicle, The Huffington Post, BOMB, and The Los Angeles Review of Books, where he co-authors a poetry review column with Victoria Chang. In 2020, he was a finalist for the National Book Critics Circle Balakian Award. His new book, Before the Borderless: Dialogues with the Art of Cy Twombly, features Rader’s poems alongside corresponding images by the artist Cy Twombly. Rader’s writing has been supported by fellowships from Princeton University, Harvard University, the MacDowell Foundation, Art Omi, The Headlands Center for the Arts, and the John R. Solomon Guggenheim Foundation, where he was a 2019 Fellow in Poetry. He is a professor at the University of San Francisco.

Maw Shein Win’s most recent poetry collection is Storage Unit for the Spirit House (Omnidawn) which was nominated for the Northern California Book Award in Poetry, longlisted for the PEN America Open Book Award, and shortlisted for CALIBA’s Golden Poppy Award for Poetry. Win’s previous collections include Invisible Gifts (Manic D Press) and two chapbooks Ruins of a glittering palace (SPA) and Score and Bone (Nomadic Press). Win’s Process Note Series features poets and their process. She is the inaugural poet laureate of El Cerrito, CA and teaches poetry in the MFA Program at the University of San Francisco. Win often collaborates with visual artists, musicians, and other writers and was recently selected as a 2023 YBCA 100 Honoree. Along with Dawn Angelicca Barcelona and Mary Volmer, she is a co-founder of Maker, Mentor, Muse, a new literary community. mawsheinwin.com

Thursday, April 6, 2023

rob mclennan : Overland, by Natalie Eilbert

Overland, Natalie Eilbert
Copper Canyon Press, 2023

 

 

 

 

Green Bay, Wisconsin journalist and poet Natalie Eilbert’s third full-length poetry collection, following Swan Feast (Bloof Books, 2015) and Indictus (Noemi Press, 2018), is Overland (Copper Canyon Press, 2023). Through four numbered sections of lyric narratives, Overland explores an ecopoetic around the climate crisis, threading through the connective tissues of capitalism and poverty, police and state violence, and American gun culture. As the opening title poem offers: “I bite / into its lesions, the hard skin of poverty / so far removed it isn’t even the hand biting / the hand.” Her lyrics dismantle, pulling apart description and metaphor, mapping a landscape of America, speech and climate crisis, offering a direct line of narrative meditation, one that rolls along in a devastating and propulsive saunter, stepping one thought immediately after another. “What we do is we spend us.” she offers, as part of the poem “(EARTH), THE,” “I am not empty / of metaphor; I am tired of multitudes. / The indelible crush of leaves.” A bit further on, the poem adds: “I am not the promise / of forgetting. I merged regretfully / and I, too, missed the point.”

In terms of approach, Overland is a book-length essay on the climate crisis, articulated through direct and indirect statements, shaped through the poetic form of the first-person lyric narrative. Eilbert’s is a map of metaphoric lines, one that neither offers position nor direction but allows an articulation of boundary, offering means of how to directly approach. “I’ve forgotten how to live.” Eilbert writes, to open the poem “THE LAKE.” Further in the same piece, offering: “I watch, smoke pours from a window, night a green / mouth. My brothers have turned libertarian all of a sudden, // all night my mind bleeds through a screen, what / are your policies, what are your policies, what are.” This is a map of a landscape that tells you how to read it. It is interesting the ways in which she slips the names of influences through her poems, whether American poets Alice Notley or Louise Glück, their influence on her lines woven deep, only revealing themselves to those who may not have caught through the naming; caught, if one knows what to look for. “How is it,” she writes, as part of “LAND OF SWEET WATERS,” I come from Glück’s marshland without any of its blue lore?”

 

 

 

 

 

Born in Ottawa, Canada’s glorious capital city, rob mclennan currently lives in Ottawa, where he is home full-time with the two wee girls he shares with Christine McNair. The author of more than thirty trade books of poetry, fiction and non-fiction, he won the John Newlove Poetry Award in 2010, the Council for the Arts in Ottawa Mid-Career Award in 2014, and was longlisted for the CBC Poetry Prize in 2012 and 2017. In March, 2016, he was inducted into the VERSe Ottawa Hall of Honour. His most recent titles include the poetry collections the book of smaller (University of Calgary Press, 2022) and World’s End, (ARP Books, 2023), and a suite of pandemic essays, essays in the face of uncertainties (Mansfield Press, 2022). An editor and publisher, he runs above/ground press, periodicities: a journal of poetry and poetics and Touch the Donkey. He is editor of my (small press) writing day, and an editor/managing editor of many gendered mothers. He spent the 2007-8 academic year in Edmonton as writer-in-residence at the University of Alberta, and regularly posts reviews, essays, interviews and other notices at robmclennan.blogspot.com

Friday, June 18, 2021

2021 Griffin Poetry Prize shortlist interviews: Victoria Chang

Obit, Victoria Chang
Copper Canyon Press, 2020
2021 Griffin Poetry Prize • International Shortlist
 

The 2021 Griffin Poetry Prize will be announced on June 23, 2021.

Victoria Chang’s prior books are Barbie Chang, The Boss, Salvinia Molesta, and Circle. She has received a Guggenheim Fellowship, a Sustainable Arts Foundation Fellowship, the Poetry Society of America’s Alice Fay di Castagnola Award, a Pushcart Prize, a Lannan Residency Fellowship, and a MacDowell Colony Fellowship. She lives in Los Angeles and is the program chair of Antioch’s low-residency MFA program.

The poems in Obit were originally prompted by grief, writing after the death of your mother. At what point did you realize you were working on a book?

I definitely didn’t think about a “book” at all during the writing process and tend not to in general. I think that by the time the writing makes its way to the computer in a Word document, I think that begins to start taking the shape of a manuscript, which isn’t really a book yet, but the editing process and making of a collection can take years (a combination of line edits while also working on the ghostly arc of a manuscript that forms at the same time of revision).

Both Obit and your prior collection, Barbie Chang, offer narrators that explore simultaneous perspectives of being deep within the centre and of the outside, looking in. How did the process of writing pieces for potential publication shift the ways in which you considered grief, if at all?

I mentioned this above, but I never think about writing “for publication.” I also try not to think about it as publication, but perhaps sharing. The system of publication is often beyond a writer’s control so I try not to spend too much time thinking about that until I decide to think about it, if that makes sense.

I like that this collection includes a series of tankas. What do you feel was possible through the form of the tanka that might not have been possible otherwise? What did working through the tanka allow?

I think any formal poems can be freeing for me. The more constraints I seem to have, the more fun I seem to have during the writing process. So sometimes I like to give myself constraints so that the language is the leader, not me or the ego. I also like the short form of the tanka which is just slightly extended over the haiku. I liked the short form poem so much I wrote a whole bunch of short poems for a new manuscript.

The catalogue copy for Obit cites how, through hearing the word “obit,” you were “moved by the strength of its sound, the long O and the hard T.” How important is sound on the page?

Sound is a part of poetry, of course. But it’s intertwined with many other things too so I think sound is a factor in the making of a line, fragment, poem, etc. For me, the writing process is very organic—I’m not really consciously thinking about things as I’m going.

Was there anything that writing through grief revealed that you weren’t expecting? Are the poems in Obit but the openings of a longer, ongoing process?

I think writing can reveal all sorts of things in the process—which is why making art is so fun. It is exploratory, a process. I’m not entirely sure what grief is at the end of the day. Maybe it just is and is here and once someone you care about dies, it’s always here. It’s a part of life, like life itself, which is just a process.

Have you been writing much in the way of poetry since Obit was completed? What have you been working on since?

I wrote OBIT a while back, started it in 2016, so since then I’ve written a hybrid book of essays and art, and I have a new book of poems coming out in 2022.

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