- At March 02, 2008
- By Jeannine Gailey
- In 6 word memoir, brain fog, MFA advice
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I was double-tagged (Thanks Cati, Deb) for that 6-word memoir meme thing going around, so here it is (though I usually resist memes:)
Note: I’m stealing mine from an essay I wrote for Ecotone’s blog:
Fearfully made, yes. Wonderfully made? Wondering.
Do you ever have times when your brain isn’t working? I’m having one of those times. Reviews and blurb requests have stacked up, and yet…stalled. It’s been a couple of months since I’ve written a new poem I’m happy with. It could be related to health stuff, or moving, or the wintertime. In any event, I’m waiting for this fog to clear…maybe I’ll do some submissions? I’ve been kind of lazy about those for the last few months.
Real-life advice on MFA programs I would give to my own family! Free!
My little brother, a successful web guy, is considering an MFA program. I gave him a lot of the same advice I give people who e-mail me for help on these matters all the time, advice I wish I’d had when I first started thinking about the MFA thing:
Research the MFA program’s faculties. Make sure the people you like are actually going to be there while you’re planning to study there. Sabbaticals happen.
Apply to more than one program. You never know who is going to be drawn to your work, and it may or may not be the program that’s your first choice.
Be sure it fits the program fits your lifestyle (in his case, low-res was my recommendation. I just think you get better one-on-one attention from your advisors that you would at most residential programs (at least that was true for me) and for most people over 25 – esp. those who have a house, a spouse, and a job – it’s going to be a better fit. It’s also going to cost money.
Read literary magazines and start submitting. Get to know what kind of writer you are, which magazines might be open to your work, which magazines you like and why.
Work on your sample. And then work on it some more.
Yes, you have to take the GREs. No big deal. Prepare if you want but your scores are probably not going to keep you out of a good program if you’re a good writer.
Start reading The Writer’s Market, Poets & Writers, etc.
Check out this blog, their handbook, and these articles from the Atlantic Monthly (http://www.theatlantic.com/doc/200707u/writing-programs, http://www.theatlantic.com/doc/200708/mfa-programs)
If you write genre work, be it sci-fi/fantasy, children’s lit, etc, look for faculty that work in your genre. Consider contacting writers you really like to see if they might work with you one-on-one before the program.
Attend a writing conference or two in preparation for the MFA program. It’ll help you get a feel for workshops, hanging out with writers, maybe even meet some of your faculty there.
Sort out your schedule – even a low-res program takes up a lot of time. Plan to cut back on your work schedule, hobbies, and time with spouse/children/pets/robots. It’s just a fact – you can’t do everything, and it’s going to be more intense than you think.
You don’t have to get an MFA to be a writer. But it’s a good opportunity to give yourself space and time to write, and get some feedback on your work from people you (hopefully) trust.
If you’re in the Seattle area, come out and see me at the Richard Hugo House Thursday night at 7:30 PM – I’m reading with Janet Knox, whose new chapbook has just come out from Concrete Wolf. Should be fun!
A few notes from the underground:
–I was surprised and happy this morning to be alerted to a new review of Becoming the Villainess:
http://www.rattle.com/ereviews/gaileyjeanninehall.htm
–The new issue of Calyx (Winter 2008) is out and this venerable Northwest-focused feminist journal published a poem I have some emotional attachment to, “My Little Brother Learns Japanese.” So check that out! Northwest poets Lana Hechtman Ayers and Jenifer Browne Lawrence have their books reviewed (very nicely!) as well.
–If anyone can tell me what language this is in, I’d be most grateful – they sent like 1000 hits to my site in one day? http://blog.b92.net/text/2077/Dani%20pozitivne%20energije/#k157270
(Thanks to Jilly – for telling me it is Serbian! You get the prize! (Prize to be named later…)
–I suspect some of my interests, such as robots and comic books, to be genetic: http://news.enquirer.com/apps/pbcs.dll/article?AID=/20080224/NEWS0102/802240361/1058/NEWS01
–Rachel Zucker’s Bad Wife Handbook. Have I mentioned it before? I liked it a lot and may either do an official review or just write about it at more length here. I read Zucker’s book and Matthea Harvey’s Modern Life together the other night out loud, just to do a little compare and contrast. Zucker’s writing looks more experimental, but is actually fairly straightforward; Matthea may seem straightforward, but writes in an emotionally charged but fairly oblique way (and is definitely influenced by the surreal movement more than Zucker.) By the way, both of these poets (on their third books now) are roughly around my age…should this make me feel like an underacheiver?
–I am on a new antibiotic which I think is robbing me of my brain. This leaves me with the intellectual energy to either read the new issue of “Health” magazine OR write a very bad poem.
–I was very happy “Falling Slowly” from the indie Irish muscial “Once” won an Oscar for best song. And I was happy Jon Stewart had the 19-year-old Czech singer back up on stage after the microphone rudely cut her off. Yes, I had the intellectual energy to watch the Oscars, and then write a bad poem.
A few notes on persona poetry
Someone asked if I would blog a little about persona poetry to make up for the fact that I missed giving a pedagogy paper on the same subject at AWP, so I will! It would be boring if I just posted the paper here, so I’ll write about why I personally like writing persona poems, how I discovered them, and why I think they’re useful in a classroom.
I really had not discovered contemporary female poetry until I was in college – Plath, Gluck, H.D., Atwood, Rita Dove and Lucille Clifton. I was engaged and enraptured. One thing I could not help but notice was how many of these writers wrote in personas: male and female, angel and demon, flower and stone, Gretel in Darkness and Helen of Troy as a stripper. Why, I wondered, had so many female poets taken up this strategy for writing? What did it do for them? What could it do for me?
One boundary that many women, at least in our society, feel is the boundary of being “nice,” and “likeable.” And many women poets write nice, likable poems about their nice, likable lives. But those poems did not interest me. The first time I read “Daddy” (which, by the way, I took to be a persona poem) I laughed out loud – I thought it was hilarious, unbounded; it was like reading a lightning storm. Gluck’s Meadowlands had a similar effect. Atwood, of course, practices the art of the tart-tongued villainess in her fiction and her poetry like nobody’s business.
So I wanted in. Tentatively I took steps towards various personas: my first were in the voice of Philomel, because at the time I was reading a lot of Ovid and TS Eliot (I think now that at least one of TS Eliot’s alter egos, or maybe is anima-self, was Philomel, the violated young girl who is a very strong presence in “The Waste Land.”) Then I explored more characters: Wonder Woman (a ubiquitous presence in my childhood), the wicked stepmother, mermaids and melusines.
Allowing me to write outside of the lines, so to speak, on the edges and fragments of story lines, was wonderfully freeing – here, I could make up the story and character as I went along. Why, I wonder, was persona poetry so attractive to me? And what benefits might it have for poetry students today?
Well, here’s my little list, in a nutshell:
–It gives poets some of the creative freedoms of the fiction writer: character and plot, mythic landscapes – to me, a much more fun place to play than say, my own backyard. Because I can only write so many poems about my own fascinating life.
Using our imaginations = good.
–It helps writers extend and exercise empathy for the “other;” it allows us to imagine what it’s like in other people’s shoes. This one’s pretty self-explanatory – you just have to get in the mindset of someone else to write a poem in their voice – and often, we surprise ourselves by really identifying with characters we thought we had nothing in common with. Expanding our own (and our students’) humanity, to put it grandly. If you don’t some empathy with the character you’re writing, the poem will sound false, incomplete. Again, this is an exercise in humanism and imagination. It’s harder to create an “us” and “them” when you work really hard to get into “their” mindset. Have a Democrat write a poem as a Republican; a girl write a poem in a boy’s voice; and of course, my favorite: assign them the task of writing (and humanizing) the villain of a story.
–It allows a writer to re-write history and mythology; any group that has been left out of the hero position for a long time has got to like that. Subversion isn’t just a graduate school catchphrase – it is a real and powerful tool to rebalance the world in our own writing, a way to challenge conventional thought, and a way to address issues of inequality. I recommend having students pick two opposing characters from a folk tale, comic book, or myth, and writing a poem in each voice. I’ve always gotten wonderful work, at least one really good poem, from this exercise.
–A last reason, which is really more psychological than anything else, is that writing in persona allows us to free the shadow self; any restrictions (or false memories) we might place on our autobiographical writing tends to disappear when writing in persona. Now, it doesn’t really protect the writer; after all, there’s a reason any writer chooses the speakers they do, and the emotions they choose to reflect are still aspects of their own selves. But writing in persona can trick us, momentarily, into freedom while we write.
Happy Valentine’s Day!
Still recovering from the flu here, but thought I would share one of my favorite ever love poems. A great, great last line here, I think. And anyone who knows me well knows why this poem might be close to my heart. (Another favorite: e.e. cumming’s “somewhere I have never travelled.”)
Love Poem
By John Frederick Nims
My clumsiest dear, whose hands shipwreck vases,
At whose quick touch all glasses chip and ring,
Whose palms are bulls in china, burs in linen,
And have no cunning with any soft thing
Except all ill-at-ease fidgeting people:
The refugee uncertain at the door
You make at home; deftly you steady
The drunk clambering on his undulant floor.
Unpredictable dear, the taxi drivers’ terror,
Shrinking from far headlights pale as a dime
Yet leaping before apopleptic streetcars—
Misfit in any space. And never on time.
A wrench in clocks and the solar system.
Only with words and people and love you move at ease;
In traffic of wit expertly maneuver
And keep us, all devotion, at your knees.
Forgetting your coffee spreading on our flannel,
Your lipstick grinning on our coat,
So gaily in love’s unbreakable heaven
Our souls on glory of spilt bourbon float.
Be with me, darling, early and late.
Smash glasses—I will study wry music for your sake.
For should your hands drop white and empty
All the toys of the world would break.
Seriously, just kill me now…
So, another urgent care visit confirms I’ve got an ear infection and am now testing positive for flu type B (which I didn’t have before – at least not as of two weeks ago when I was tested then – AND I got the flu shot this year! So much for preventative measures.) So, after three weeks of various germs, even more newer and more exciting germs. Honestly. I have some patience and fortitude, but even I have my limits 🙂
On the plus side, the sun has finally graced my little town with its presence for the first time in over a week. So I’m gonna go shiver and be all ache-y-and-ah-choo-y and drink fluids and lie down in a sunbeam now.
And thanks for your good wishes and congrats! It really cheered me up while I’ve been all sickly.
Aren’t you glad I didn’t end up hanging out with you at AWP? Just think of all the problems you avoided! Anyway, glad to have all the blog reports on the conference to read now, although it sounds like a lot of you got sick even without me bringing my evil! You all take care, wrap up in warm blankets and rest. And remember to spill all the best gossip!
(Update: Thanks to Eduardo, I have the link to this AWP blog, hilarious! Now I know bronchitis IS the writer’s disease! http://awp2008.blogspot.com/)
For those of you who read this blog for poetry-talk – I promise I’ll get back to work soon. Someone asked me to talk about persona poetry and so I will!
PS Have I mentioned that I think AWP should be held during the healthier, sunnier portion of the year, or maybe in a happy, healthy, sunny place – like Arizona or Honolulu.
And, to read more discussion of the “can’t all poets just get along and not label each other and fight” subject, check out this post and the comments…
http://poetryfoundation.org/harriet/2008/02/who_you_callin_postavant.html
Take My Breath Away…
Sorry to make that Berlin reference.
So, nothing quite as humbling as having to rely on others to help you just…breathe. I’ve spent several scary days literally doing nothing more than trying to breathe normally. My husband spent two sleepless nights in the ER with me and my mom actually flew out from the midwest to help take care of me. Takes the wind out of the sails of the “me, I’m immortal” feelings that someone my age (only 34 after all!) can often have. Missing AWP was a drag, but really, I am just happy I am still alive. Puts things in perspective and also reminds me about my own dreaded and hated physical frailty, which I can’t really ignore although I’d like to. I used to play basketball and soccer, for heaven’s sake, I white-water rafted and rappelled and mountain hiked for kicks and loved horseback riding and all that kind of cool fun stuff. Now I’m like, gee, hope I can go to the grocery store on my own soon, hope I’m healthy enough to go teach a class every day in March, hope I’m healthy enough to…well, you get the point, nothing too challenging on my list right now.
I was thinking of all those literary cliches of sick women – you know, the cousin in Heidi, the young guy in the Secret Garden, all those laudanum-waving women in Austen and Bronte. Hey, isn’t the sea air supposed to be good for people like me, according to those books?
So, in the universe, all bad must be countered by good, or so, sometimes, it seems. The day I got the gigantic steroid shot and albuterol/oxygen treatment at the hospital, I also found out I won the Dorothy Sargent Rosenberg prize, along with Kelli Russell Agodon. It was a shock and I am very grateful for the money (lately, it seems like I’ve been scrimping and saving just to buy stamps! and I have about $300 in my bank account right now…how could I have afforded AWP again?) especially with all the extra costs of the last move. I haven’t managed to actually process the win or celebrate yet, but thanks to all of you who sent me notes and encouraging comments. Thank goodness for people who think it’s a good idea to give money to poets. And I’m very happy to have Kelli’s name right there with me.
For those of you following the story of our rental adventures, our propane tank was returned (un-repossessed?) and our landlord had it refilled for us free of charge to make up for the inconvenience. Sigh of relief.
PS Yes, I am feeling much better, thanks for your well-wishes! I think the combination of throat and chest infections are finally dying off and I blew a 400 on the peak flow meter tonight, which is pretty darn close to normal.
PSS To balance out all that depressing health stuff, some cute baby polar bear videos for you:
http://www.nuernberg.de/internet/polarbear/videos.html
My dears, a brief hiatus from the blog. I’ve been pretty darn sick – gone from bad to worse – and ended up in the ER for breathing problems a couple of days in a row, each time getting worse. Last night was my worst breathing ever. I’ve had mild asthma attacks over the last 20 years but nothing like this. They gave me a big stick (a huge steroid shot) that nearly made me pass out from pain (why don’t they ever tell you when the shot hurts like a son-of-a?) and a nebulizer of albuterol and oxygen treatment. Even after that, still struggling to get my breath. No pneumonia from the x-rays but I can’t stop wheezing or coughing which may be complications of strep or viral bronchits (since I’m already on giant antibiotics) cranking up my asthma to eeevil levels. Think good thoughts for me and don’t be alarmed if I don’t answer phone or e-mail messages in the next few days – I’m taking a health hiatus. Poetry has to wait until I can breathe again!
Also, a warning, peeps – if you can’t breathe, and you’ve been sick, don’t hesitate to go to the hospital or at least urgent care. Breathing is very important, apparently. The hospital folks seem to take this stuff very seriously.
Update: In the middle of this health crisis stuff, a person shows up at our door and repossesses our propane tank, because apparently our landlord has not paid their rent for the tank for months. No hot water, no tank. What a freakin nightmare.
You’re doomed to Oblivion! And other cheerful blog posts…
Because I’ve been really sick I’m not really doing much else so I found more interesting blog links to put up. The first one (from a Canadian/English poet) talks about your pitiful chances of ever being successful, recognized, or read in the future unless you are anointed by a chosen king/saint-maker. The second one talks about the implications of that, and whether “Fame” – the song/the idea – is really so great any way. Thanks to Bookslut’s blog for both links:
http://toddswift.blogspot.com/2008/01/canons-to-right_29.html
http://samizdatblog.blogspot.com/2008/02/baby-remember-my-name-poets-and.html
My opinion? Fight the good fight. Even one person reading your poem could make a difference. Fight the system! Subvert the paradigm (See Steven’s comic blog post on this phrase http://www.steveschroeder.info/2008/01/two-things-that-make-me-glad-i-didnt-go.html) and write because you love to write, because you can’t not write. Do what you can to make poetry relevant, to get poetry into people’s hands. If I had a defeatist attitude towards other things – like my immune system (what? Born with one kidney? Asthma since childhood? Crappy inability to fight off germs? Rare bleeding disorder? Messed up thyroid? Just give up already, you Darwinian-ly cursed girl!) I’d be dead. That’s why I take my vitamins and antibiotics and herbal teas – and why I studied pre-med as an undergrad – hey, you gotta do something, take some steps, fight the powers that be, have some faith that what you do makes a difference. In health, in life, and in poetry.

Jeannine Hall Gailey served as the second Poet Laureate of Redmond, Washington and the author of Becoming the Villainess, She Returns to the Floating World, Unexplained Fevers, The Robot Scientist’s Daughter, and winner of the Moon City Press Book Prize and SFPA’s Elgin Award, Field Guide to the End of the World. Her latest, Flare, Corona from BOA Editions, was a finalist for the Washington State Book Award. She’s also the author of PR for Poets, a Guidebook to Publicity and Marketing. Her work has been featured on NPR’s The Writer’s Almanac, Verse Daily and The Year’s Best Fantasy and Horror. Her poems have appeared in The American Poetry Review, Poetry, and JAMA.


