Linkage

Two links for your Friday:

1. Kristin Berkey-Abbott’s post Books with a Spine for Your Holiday Shopping Pleasure contains a list of awesome titles that might work well for gift-giving. Kristin inspires me to think about making my own list, perhaps over the Thanksgiving break.

2. Sarah J. Sloat’s post Ghostbusters returns to the discussion of what poets call themselves when asked their profession. This contains a revealing (or not) statement about the Belgium prime minister.

If you haven’t read their poems, I recommend both of these poets. Check their blogs for links to poems.

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List Mania

List Mania

*The outbreak of lists of best books of 2009 is freaking me out. The sheer number of poetry books that people are recommending is staggering, not to mention all the fiction and non-fiction out there as well. I feel like I’ve finally made it to a place where I can buy books of poetry fairly regularly without going into serious credit card debt, and I’m also a huge advocate of borrowing from the library. However, there’s no way I could read all of the books out there. Who said poetry/literature is dead?

*Given all the back and forth about women on the PW list, I just want to clarify one of my personal positions. I am not advocating any kind of a quota system, and if the editors at PW stand by their list, then that is their right. It is my right to ignore any other recommendations they might make because I’ve lost faith in their judgment. What I am most interested in is addressing the institutionalized sexism that appears to exist at the upper levels of decision making about publishing and awards. Also, I’m interested in the number of women who hold positions in the upper echelons and if there is an imbalance there.

*I know there are many men out there with great books who struggle just as hard as women writers do to break into the publishing world. I salute them.

*Two books I bought recently that are now on the to-read shelf:

Holding Everything Down
William Notter
Southern Illinois University Press, 2009

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Beauty Breaks In
Mary Ann Samyn
New Issues Poetry & Prose, 2009

*Last week’s acceptance was rapidly followed by two rejection envelopes. I’m cool with that. On my best days rejection letters are an inspiration to revision.

* A short poem by Emily Dickinson:

1755

To make a prairie it takes a clover and one bee,
One clover, and a bee,
And revery.
The revery alone will do,
If bees are few.

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Weird Cookies and a Weyant Poem

Weird Cookies and a Weyant Poem

Just had a weird error message about cookies pop up that took some time to unravel. I have trust issues with technology and believe that following Google’s instructions probably caused some other problem somewhere of which I won’t be aware for days or weeks to come.

I’m on my last day of grading binges to clear out my Comp I papers. I still have World Lit research papers to grade, but I have week left to get those done before the Tksgiving break (my goal). I find myself hoarding links to blogs I want to re-read with more time and stacking books in precarious piles on the to-read shelf.

It is great when life is full, but I struggle to learn the balancing act that will prevent burning out again.

I’ll leave you with a poem from Karen Weyant’s beautiful chapbook Stealing Dust, a book I read months ago and didn’t have a chance to write about here.

Joyride

The night after a three-point turn on a test
gave her a driver’s license, my best friend
borrowed her mother’s car, missed the turn
at Potter’s Grove, plowed into a cornfield.
In the passenger’s seat, I laughed
giving directions, back wheels spinning
through October mud and ears bent low,
silk brown and damp. That’s how
it was like with us: two girls always threatening
to leave what we called a one-stoplight town,
when in fact there were three, often green,
short-circuited, a squirrel chewing through
a stray wire, a storm snapping a loose cable
in two. It should have been easy,
but there was always a check engine light,
a crack in the window, a rear tire worn raw.
It took us years to figure it all out —
all we needed to do was throw a suitcase
in the backseat, tilt the rearview window away,
so we couldn’t see what fell behind us:
strings of stores sealed tight with plywood,
street lights dull, even in the darkest of dusks.


Support a Poet: Buy or Borrow this book today
Stealing Dust
Karen J. Weyant
Finishing Line Press, 2009

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Balance, Soliciting Editors, and Katha Pollitt

First up on my blog surfing adventures from today is Joshua Corey’s post Nel messo del romanzo (That makes 3 poet Joshua’s this week…weird). Corey’s post is about the time suckage of writing and the differences in writing poetry and fiction. Topics I love to read about and mull over during my brief spare minutes. Here are a few quotes to whet the appetite:

The ancient hubris of poets produces this Faustian bargain: give up some portion of your life to writing, and immortality might be yours.

I am in the middle. Not I hope in that narcotic sense, but in a literal sense (I feel myself to be halfway through a first draft) and in Dante’s sense, the middle of my way, in which I am necessarily lost, so that I may find it again.

I, too, become lost in the world of words, grammar, syntax, the OED, the crippling indecision of revision, and sometimes I find my way back to my other life only by stumbling from my office and being met by the reality of chores, grading, &etc.

I must say I am a lucky woman b/c I married a man who understands this wandering way…a man who doesn’t mind the floors unswept, the dishes unwashed, and the shelves undusted. Now what to do about the papers ungraded?

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Deborah Ager has posted a piece on the 32 Poems blog on the editor’s responsibility if he/she solicits work from a writer. Is the editor required to accept something because he/she solicits work from a specific writer? My answer, no. I’ve actually been on both sides of this as a writer. I’ve had work solicited that was accepted and work solicited that was rejected with a nice note and a suggestion to send more later.

I admit, the ego-boost of having someone solicit my work was extraordinary, and I did feel more hopeful that the work would find a home. However, I didn’t feel a deeper sting when the editor who solicited my work decided to pass. I knew the poems were a bit new and different from my previous work and might not fit. Also, this happened at a time when I was low on poems that were available to send out, which meant a smaller selection to begin with.

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Finally, here is a link to Katha Pollitt’s great post on She Writes in the continuing dialogue about the PW top 10 list. A long time ago when I was living in Columbia, MO, I had the great fortune of hearing Pollitt speak. She is the real deal. These two quotes hit home for me:

And yet, whenever a list comes out and it’s all men, or mostly men, the listmakers bristle at the suggestion that maybe gender affects the way they read and evaluate. “We ignored gender and genre and who had the buzz,” writes PW’s Louisa Ermelino in preemptive-pugilistic fashion of the magazine’s all-male Top 10 list. That makes the editors of PW the only people on earth who are not only totally unaffected by the society in which they live, but who have no subconscious.

A wealth of studies show that gender affects just about every kind of evaluation people make, from grading papers (the same work gets a better grade if supposedly written by a boy rather than a girl) to getting elected.

As an English instructor, that last one actually scares me. I had a professor in grad school who had us create aliases for our midterm essay exams. A third party held the key that matched our names to our aliases. This was the professor’s attempt to grade without bias. I’ve toyed around with doing this in my comp class from time to time, and Pollitt’s statement nudges me closer to actually doing it (that and researching the studies she mentions).

And speaking of grading……..

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Disconnected

Two links that peaked my interest today.

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Sandra Beasley’s blog has long been a must-read for me. In yesterday’s post, one of the topics she discusses is the interconnectedness of writers in the digital age. In her words:

It’s a very human drive to surround oneself with kindred spirits, and in this internet age it’s possible to maintain a constant chit-chat in poet mode. Your junkfood reading can consist entirely of poetry blogs. You can make a joke about villanelles in your Facebook status, and eight people will joke right back at you. With this kind of saturating access to fellow artists, the grandmother or boss or neighbor who doesn’t “get” poetry becomes the outlier figure in our minds, the exception to an otherwise dominant community of readers and writers.

The outlier figure is very real to me, as most of my family doesn’t “get” poetry. They are super supportive and proud of me and my work, but are not readers of poetry themselves. Beasley goes on to talk about how receiving praise from fellow writers is great, but hearing from an “outlier” that the work means something to them is even more amazing.

At the end of the post, she writes about the number of readings she attends each month, and I become ravenously jealous. This is a catch-22 for me. I am not built to live in a major metropolitan area such as D.C., and yet I crave the access to the arts that those cities provide. Alas, my small town nature holds me back.

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On a completely separate note, Steve Fellner’s blog is somewhat new to me, but I’ve found much there to dig into. His post yesterday on white space and the writer’s emotion is a lovely and well-written essay. Here is an example of using the second person to great effect. There is dream-like feel to the writing. A few of my favorite quotes:

Through the white space, you were saying wake up. Wake up. The white space was the closest thing to sunlight you could let in.

In page layout, white space is often referred to as negative space. Negative space, negative capability. Where does the willingness to be “uncertain”–the location in-between uncertainty and limitless potential occur?

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And now, I’m gone to ground to grade.

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What I’m Reading:  Illustrating the Machine that Makes the World

What I’m Reading: Illustrating the Machine that Makes the World

Joshua Poteat will forever hold a special place in my poetry life. He won the Anhinga Prize the year before me and graciously welcomed me to the flock at AWP in 2006. If you haven’t read Ornithologies…go read it now. I was thrilled when I learned that his second book was out from The VQR Poetry Series, published by The University of Georgia Press.

I spent much of Saturday morning with Illustrating the Machine That Makes the World. Couldn’t put it down, in fact. Then, had to re-read much of it today. The book is a series of poems inspired by J. G. Heck’s 1851 Pictorial Archive of Nature and Science, even including an appendix of plates from Heck’s book. However, the poems are not representational; instead, they receive inspiration from Heck and then take flight into their own wild and amazing complexity.

Sections one through three contain what I consider classic Poteat poems–poems that spread across the page in swaths of words, lush as bolts of fine silk–highly imagined and intricately wrought with an exacting attention to language. Then, there are two appendices. The latter is the illustration of the plates. However, the first appendix is a fantastic exploration in the art of excision. Using the text of a selection of poems from the first three sections, Poteat then excises and erases words and some punctuation, leaving the form of the original intact. It is a stunning act of revision that forces the eye to trace a wandering path across the page and search carefully for punctuation (a period or a comma could be lost easily in the white space). Rather than being confounded by these new versions, I found myself awed by the changed nature of the poems and their intent. Very, very cool. (Others may already have done this, but since I don’t often read widely in the experimental realm, this was my first exposure to such writing on this scale.)

As is the case with many of the poets that I absolutely love, most of the pages of this book are dog-eared. I would be hard pressed to pick a favorite. Her is a random selection:

From “Illustrating the echo in arched rooms”

……………………………………. … Remove the fox

……….and there is a quiet unlike any twilight you have heard.

Remove the crown of light above the fox’s head, and nothing
………………will be the same again, not for you, for your family,

for your village and its one path to the river where spiders

…………draw maps threefold in sand, there under the trees

where the foxes rest, deep inside the arched rooms of their dens.

It is so hard to choose, but here is another:

From “Illustrating the construction of railroads”

At the edge of all fields, there is a space

………for disorder. Blackberry through the gowns

of black locust, doveweed, and spurge,
………………………..the hardened vine of ailment digging in,

burrowed to the clay, to the railroad mound

………where the ties lay unabridged, unraveled.

These margins exist. They are not meant
………………………..to contain us.

Support poetry today. Buy or borrow a copy of this book.
Illustrating the Machine That Makes the World
Joshua Poteat
The VQR Poetry Series
The University of Georgia Press, 2009

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Two Mentions

1. Verse Daily has now posted three poems from the current Copper Nickel, including today’s feature “Wedding Piñata” by James Hoch.

2. Thanks to Rhett Iseman Trull of Cave Wall for posting a link on Facebook yesterday to Poems by Heart. This is a cool website that lets you record a favorite poem as an MP3 and post it for others. I love how many websites are capitalizing on audio features for poetry. One of my first professors in college insisted we read the poems aloud and it made all the difference.

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Women Poets

Following up on recent news about the percentages of women included in prizes and lists, I’ve read two more blogs/articles that I think add to the conversation.

The first is a blog from She Writes creator Kammy Wicoff: I Guess Women Aren’t That Good At Writing After All. The news of the exclusion of women from the PW top 10 list hit the air waves/ether waves just as She Writes topped 5,000 members. If you haven’t checked out this online resource, please do so. Here is my favorite quote from Wicoff’s post:

Try to imagine if they [Publisher’s Weekly] had come out with a list of the Best Books of 2009 and it had included ZERO MEN. Try to imagine if Amazon had released its Best Books of 2009 and it had included only TWO men. I know it’s hard. But just try.

And in case you think ALL men got the star treatment from PW, you should also know that only ONE of the men on the list isn’t a white dude. Naturally he is the dude on the cover.

Yikes.

Next is an article from Politics Daily by Lizzie Skurnick: Same Old Story: Best-Books Lists Snub Women Writers. (I’m sure this was linked on someone else’s blog last week, but I’ve forgotten where…apologies.) This article reminded me of a conversation I had with a female poet friend several years ago. My friend questioned whether her book would ever find a publisher because it was so “domestic.” About the same time, I had received a rejection from a major literary journal, one I’ve been submitting to without success for years. The rejection included a handwritten note that said: “I enjoyed the opportunity to read your work. The domesticity and perspective were charming and startling simultaneously.” The note was signed by a woman.

My heart sank as I read the following in Skurnick’s article regarding what happened when she was one of a group of judges for a book award:

Our short list was pretty much split evenly along gender lines. But as we went through each category, a pattern emerged. Some books, it seemed, were “ambitious.” Others were well-wrought, but somehow . . . “small.” “Domestic.” “Unam –” what’s the word? “– bititous.”

and later

But, incredulous, again and again, I watched as we pushed aside works that everyone acknowledged were more finely wrought, were, in fact, competently wrought, for books that had shot high but fallen short. And every time the book that won was a man’s.

“I just want to say,” I said as the meeting closed, “that we have sat here and consistently called books by women small and books by men large, by no quantifiable metric, and we are giving awards to books I think are actually kind of amateur and sloppy compared to others, and I think it’s disgusting.” (I wasn’t built for the board room.) “But we can’t be doing it because we’re sexist,” an estimable colleague replied huffily. “After all, we’re both men and women here.”

She goes on to talk about the complications of a sexism that is so ingrained in our lives that we often have trouble seeing it.

Lots to continue thinking about here.

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Good Way to Start the Day

I opened my email this morning to find an acceptance from the Southern Women’s Review. The poem that they accepted feels quiet, even for my poems, and I wasn’t sure how it would go over. Many thanks to Alicia K. Clavell and the rest of the SWR staff. This is a new online journal. Issue one came out this past summer, available in PDF, and it is a beauty. My colleague, Antoinette Brim, has a poem there. She was one of several people who emailed me about the call for submissions for issue two. Thanks go to her as well.

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Process for a Draft

I vowed to draft a new poem today. After a few weeks away from drafting, I thought it best to start with an exercise. I used the mad-lib/skeleton poem exercise. I’ve seen this in books and in blogs, so I’m not sure to whom it should be attributed. Also, I’ve used this in the past with great success. For me, the secret is not to get too bound to the rules. At its most basic, this exercise requires a text, which could be a poem or story, but is often better when not. (I used the instructions that came with my new dental appliance, a phrase that seems slightly dirty for some reason, which is supposed to stop me from clenching my teeth in my sleep.) Taking the text, you remove all the major nouns, verbs, adjectives, etc. and then you fill them in with your own words. Sometimes I use another poet’s work to launch the fill-ins. Then, you break the new text into lines. I play fast and loose with the original text and will drop or add a part of speech if the inspiration calls for it. Once I break the text into lines it’s no holds barred and the poem usually revises itself fairly far away from the original syntax.

My new draft is titled “All the Mapmakers in the New World were once Illusionists.”

I’m a little bit high from the rush of creating. Also, the sun is spilling onto my desk in an amazing show of force. Also, it’s Saturday! Wheeeeeeeeeee!

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