Japan, anime, apocalypse
All the horrible news coming in from Japan. I still haven’t heard from one family friend from Japan, but most of the people I know in Japan are safe. But still, the images, the terror of the earthquake, the tsunami, and now the nuclear reactor threats, are so terrible, they won’t stop. I’ve been dreaming every night about Japan. Every morning when I wake up, the death tolls have gone up.
I remember someone wrote that anime was characterized by so much apocalyptic imagery because Japan is the only country that has experienced and survived a real apocalypse. The poems in my second book return to these symbols of destruction and pain in the history of the country, symbols we can only partially understand. Haruki Murakami wrote a book of short stories called “After the Quake” after the Kobe earthquake. Many of the stories dealt with the emotional aftermath of that destruction, the estrangement and non-trust of anything, the lack of a feeling of safety, not trusting what literally was going on underfoot. Still, these symbols and stories can only help us understand a little, like watching footage from thousands of miles away is not the same as understanding what it’s like to be there.
There is little I can do from here, the little amount of money I can donate, the prayers, of course, but really, it’s nothing in the face of so much.
A little while ago, I drove from San Diego to Berkeley to see Roland Kelts interview Hayao Miyazaki about his new film, Ponyo on a Cliff. The young girl of the title is an undersea being that falls in love with a human boy, in a sort of variation on The Little Mermaid, and in visiting him and determining to become human, she throws the universe out of balance, bringing storms to a small fishing village where the boy’s father works as a commercial fisherman and his mother works in an elderly care facility. The moon veers closer to earth, and a tsunami swallows the town, including the sweet elderly folks, the mother, and the two main characters. (Of course, this being a Miyazaki film, these characters aren’t in any way harmed, but are somehow protected inside a magic undersea bubble.) Primordial threatening giant fish prowl the streets of the town, now underwater, as Ponyo and the young boy sail around on a toy boat looking for the mother character. It’s very eerie now watching these images, the storm nearly overtaking the cars of villagers, refugees crowded into tiny boats looking for people to rescue, storms tossing boats into each other. Miyazaki, in this interview, said that it time of national disasters, like tsunami, that the Japanese people became very good at taking care of each other, that the feeling of community was increased by the disaster somehow. I only remember this odd comment now because of what has happened.
Two good places to donate (which have good ratings in terms of spending more on actually helping people than administration:)
—Doctors without Borders
—Northwest Medical Teams
Sorry I’ve been away from the blog – I got swept up in politics (the Iowa stuff was so exciting! And I’m just as excited about tomorrow’s NH primary) and socializing (thanks to several friends who made the trek out to see me in my far peninsular corner in the wind and the snow!) and general busywork. I’m still battling a cough and ear thing that has just persisted and persisted, and hoping that our stint of 30-ish weather, bitter cold and greyish skies will break soon for some slightly warmer, sunnier weather. It was 70 today in one of my previous hometowns, Cincinnati. And 60 in NYC…Sigh. Here in the land of rain, fog, bitter cold winds, more rain, occasional blizzards and floods and windstorms, it feels like winter will last forever.
Yes, I am going to AWP (so send those party and reading invitations my way 😉 and I registered just before the crazy thing sold out! I’m not staying at the conference hotel (which I bet will be swamped anyway.) I am looking forward to the bookfair and running into old friends and doing my Steel Toe signing stint with Mary but am nervous about giving the pedagogy paper (eek!) I am also looking forward to NYC, a city that lots of people in the midwest and northwest assume I come from because I talk so fast.
I’ve just been in a bit of a doldrums lately, haven’t been good about writing or sending stuff out, and am still having hassles with Redmond’s post office of disappearing PO box mail, but I did manage to read two worthwhile fiction books – Haruki Murakami’s After The Quake, a terrific and apocalyptic set of short stories set after Kobe’s tragic earthquake where people mysteriously find and lose their souls, and Melissa Bank’s Wonder Spot. Melissa wrote The Girl’s Guide to Hunting and Fishing, which I felt ambiguous about – this book had several spots where I rolled my eyes at the author’s self-conscious cleverness, but also several where I nearly cried laughing and also felt that weird kinship where you’re lulled into thinking “this writer is just like me.” One of those pieces was when the narrator says she “likes Hemingway and Fitzgerald, but not Faulkner” and describes dealing with her claustrophobia at plays by eating lifesaver candy, because then she has the feeling that she can “escape through her mouth.” Ha! I bring candy to poetry readings and airplanes for exactly that reason.
Last of all, praise for my publisher, Steel Toe Books. God bless publishers who actually send poets royalty checks every year, especially when they’re broke after Christmas/right before AWP. I know some poets never hear back about their numbers and their promised royalties mysteriously never materialize. Tom Hunley is great about that stuff. And a big, big “Thank You!” to everyone who bought my book and taught my book this year.
First of all, thanks for your good wishes!
My regular blogging schedule has been interrupted by the need to unpack and unload boxes, pack up and clean the old rental place, and commute between them three times away with carloads of extra “Stuff” we couldn’t fit in the U-Haul/didn’t have time to pack. Moving is such a pain. Also, my writing biz things – envelopes, staplers, stamps, notebooks – have never really been organized, so I keep finding (a cup of highlighters! The draft of a poem! Sases!) in boxes full of shampoo or cartons of crackers. I hope at some point we can settle down someplace. Although Glenn and I have been married 13 years next month, we’ve never lived in any one place longer than two years. Are we pathological or what? I mean, we’re in our mid-thirties now. Don’t most people in thier mid-thirties have a house and two cars and regular jobs and kids and some kind of deeply worn groove? I fear that we have missed some switch, some marker we should have been paying attention to.
Last night I bought and read Haruki Murakami’s new book of interwoven stories, “After Dark.” Its main conceit – two sisters, one a beautiful model who does nothing but sleep, the other a ferociously smart and independent insomniac – was fascinating to me, especially as I have been writing about the “Snow White” story lately. When I was a kid, Snow White was the only non-blonde princess option. But I never really “got” her story – really, her main action is non-action, which wasn’t very interesting. Murakami’s prose style (as far as I can tell – of course I’m reading a translation) is really delightful to me, detached yet playful and poetic.
I read an interesting post on responsible and smart corporate blogging, here. It makes me think about what it means to be a “responsible” blogger in general. Did you know a kid, a few years ago, got fired from Google for posting about the differences between Microsoft and Google’s benefits? Do poets have the same kinds of vested interests, for instance, talking about various literary magazines or influential poets could keep them from a job or from getting published? This guy also talks about the need for transparency and honesty – a blogger who never says anything negative has no cred. I think that’s probably true.
I’m reading a bunch of times in the next few weeks – on the 6th, at ParkPlace Books in Kirkland, WA, on the 16th with Lynnell Edwards at Elliot Bay Bookstore in downtown Seattle, then the 22nd at Pacific’s Alumni Reunion in Forest Grove, Oregon. I’d love to see some folks at any of these readings, so come out!
I discovered the newish online journal Siren because of the illustrious Dorianne Laux’s recommendation. Now I’m up there, along with fellow Crab Creek editor Natasha Moni. Check out their newest issue!