Thanks MLA! A Reading Report: Beth Ann Fennelly, Erika Meitner, and Nicole Cooley
Yes, sometimes I interrupt my busy schedule of doctor’s appointments to go to other people’s poetry readings! 🙂
This weekend, the MLA conference is here in Seattle, and because of this, there were a plethora of wonderful readings all over the place. The one that took top billing in my head was this wonderful threesome of readers at local poetry bookstore Open Books, including Beth Ann Fennelly, who has been one of poetry heroes for a long time, and the very sweet and funny Erika Meitner, who read from her latest book, Makeshift Instructions for Vigilant Girls (which I reviewed not too long ago for Barn Owl Review.) The third reader, Nicole Cooley, whose work I wasn’t as familiar with, was lovely and funny as well, with a final poem about the metaphorical life of dollhouses that was haunting and disturbing. (I picked up a copy of her Milkmaids, which is just my kind of book!)
Just hearing the bios of these three poets was daunting – they are all so accomplished. I think, “How could I do a third of what they do?” But in person they were all so down to earth and friendly. It was one of those readings I wish could have gone on longer. Their use of language, their reading styles, just made the whole experience deeee-lightful!
Reading Report from Open Books
Me with John and Christine of Open Books before the reading…Super-awesome girls at the reading – aren’t they a sexy bunch? (Pictured: Carol Levin, Joannie Stangeland, Lana Ayers, Kathleen Flenniken, Annette Spaulding-Convy, Kelli Russell Agodon, Jeannine Hall Gailey in sequins)
Although I had to navigate a variety of almost-disasters – a windstorm knocked out power to a lot of Seattle, then knocked a gigantic-bed-sized patio umbrella from the top of our apartment building into our parking space three stories below – where we had fortunately not parked our car, by some strange luck – Obama’s visit to Seattle snarled traffic all over town (and he didn’t even stop by Open Books! The shame!) – traffic accidents shut down two of the major highways and bridges, including the bridges that allow us over the water to Seattle – and so, after an hour and ten minutes in traffic for the usually twenty minute drive to Open Books, we finally arrived. A lovely if modest crowd also braved the windstorm and crazed traffic, we started just slightly late, and Glenn even successfully videotaped the whole thing (we’ll post it on YouTube.) I even got some gorgeous flowers a friend had delivered to the store – what a sweetie! – and got to take another friend out for birthday gelato afterward when the sun came out. So, all’s well that ends well.
Open Books continues to be a delightful, friendly place to read. So glad it’s where my first Seattle reading was held! (And you can still stop in and get your copy of She Returns to the Floating World…) Now to crash into bed…
Update: The whole reading is now available on YouTube, so you can see it yourself!
Looking for some fun this weekend? Poetry-type fun?
If you’re looking for poetry-type action this weekend in Seattle, well, you’re in luck.
Open Books. 3 PM Sunday Sunday Sunday. Origami cranes! Japanese candy! Monster Trucks!
Well…maybe no monster trucks. But I will be doing my first Seattle reading of my new book, She Returns to the Floating World. I’m nervous. I’m picking poems, some of which I’m reading out loud for the first time.
Here’s one of them, inspired by Hayao Miyazaki’s Howl’s Moving Castle. Hope to see you there!
Love Story (with Fire Demon and Tengu)
Maybe in this version you are a bird, and I have become an old woman. Maybe you ate a falling star. It’s hard to love someone in a castle—they always feel distant. I will open a flower shop and learn to speak German, take to wearing ruffled dresses and straw hats. You’d like to pin me down, but you could tell my feet weren’t touching the ground. I called your name over and over, but you couldn’t hear me above the din of the bombers. It was like movies of wartime Japan. I looked up and there were planes bulging with smoke.
The blue sky kept getting darker –
sometimes, I thought,
with your shadow.
In the end, I have a dog in my arms and a scarecrow for a friend, but I never make it to Kansas. The field is wet and stormy, I kiss three men goodnight for their magic. The door to your childhood is opening for me. It allows me passage into a brick wall, my fists full of shiny black feathers, the shell of an egg, the howl of cold wind against a mountain. Don’t worry, your heart is in good hands. Let me keep it a little longer; its blue glow illuminates everything.
Holiday Weekend Bits
Open Books has a very kind write-up (plus a sample poem) of She Returns to the Floating World here.
If you are interested in reviewing She Returns to the Floating World, well, now’s your chance – Rattle has a copy and is looking for a reviewer! Info here: http://rattle.com/blog/available/
Had a chance to entertain my poet friend N (newly arrived from the East Bay back the NW) and show her around Woodinville (including the two potbellied pigs at the Herbfarm garden!) during pitch perfect sunny-low-humidity-mountain-is-out Seattle weather. It was a beautiful day and lovely to visit.
Now we are considering going to visit one of the local waterfalls. (It was either that and ick, clean up the house and work. Not appropriate activities for Labor Day Weekend, especially with this kind of weather.)
And I’ve set up a reading in October with my artist friend Deborah Scott and her latest exhibit. I’ll post more about her fairy-tale-themed exhibit soon!
And in case you missed it the first time, Escape Into Life calls my poems “heat sparking” – go check out their digest!
Say Anything Thursday
September 1, or Say Anything Day!
Well, for all you folks who are still in love with Say Anything, Cameron Crowe has posted new deleted scenes from the original script on his blog. I love this movie more now than I did when I first watched it, because I understand some of the subtext of talking about success in blue collar, Boeing-dependent Puget Sound. (This was pre-Microsoft-taking-over-Redmond, of course.)
It’s September, so no more “it’s August, the last summer month in the Northwest” procrastination is allowed. In the last 24 hours, I revised my “Robot Scientist’s Daughter” manuscript, updated the acknowledgments page (three accepted poems since last month!) and sent out a packet of poems. This makes me feel like less of a slacker and more like a real writer.
I am still working on my gigantic job application for desired academic job #1, and I’ve gotten into a sticky wicket where I’m wondering whether the sample syllabus should be my actual syllabus from classes I’ve taught or something else? (Anyone out there with advice, I’d be grateful to hear! Like, do they really need all of the grading and ethics information on there, or just the content stuff?) It also requires a writing sample (do I use poems from both books, or new work?) and a letter of something called a “commitments to creative writing and poetics” statement (no idea what something like that is supposed to contain. And I call myself a book critic!) Whew! My tech writing job applications are way easier to do.
I’ve been angsty about whether I’m doing enough to promote the new book, and how much is too much, and how many readings to schedule and where, and I realized that though having a book come out is something to celebrate, it can also provoke a lot of anxiety. My first Seattle reading will be on the 25th of September at Open Books, my very favorite bookstore of all time, so if you’re my friend and will be Seattle that day, come by and wish me luck! Or better yet, stay for the reading (at 3 PM.) I’m putting together the reading list for that, too, and practicing the new poems out loud. I heard Obama will be in our fair town that day, and I told him it would only be a 45 minute reading, and afterwards we could go out for gelato, so I hope he shows 🙂 I think it would be good for poetry and for presidents if presidents went to more poetry readings. Plus, I’ll read about politically important subjects like nuclear environmental challenges. Fun for everyone!
Today I’m nervous also about going to the dentist for multiple fillings (ouch!) and excited about seeing my friend N who is back in town tomorrow. It’s always good to see old friends. Not sure I can say the same about the fillings!
It’s The Little Things
Dear readers, is it possibly the end of August already? How is fall already peeking around the corner when we’ve barely had any sunlight all summer? Oh well. I’m ready to go back to my sweaters.
I had a couple of little things happen that lightened my spirit this week amid all the weird bad news. I had a call about a possible job (my adjunct work temporarily halted when my fall class was canceled) – a job that sounds perfect for me – and I’m doing a little interview on Monday. A little contract work might mean I can more easily afford luxuries like paying my student loans or traveling a bit for readings for my book. I have to admit I feel a wild surge of hope.
And yesterday I finally got to visit Open Books – Seattle’s poetry-only bookstore – and left with an armful of wonderful new books which I am very excited to read. But I seeing my new book on the shelf of a real-life store was even more exciting:
Have I suddenly become like one of those new moms who can’t stop posting pics of their new baby? Well, so be it. Did I mention I’m going to be doing a reading on September the 25th at Open Books, too? The fall lineup of readers looks terrific – the week before I read, Marvin Bell will be there, Christine Deavel will be reading the week after, my friend Joannie Stangeland will be reading from her new book shortly thereafter AND one of my writing superheroines, Dana Levin, will be reading there in November as well. It’s going to be a fun fall for poetry.
So, we welcome fall in, exchanging sunscreen for fireplaces, light colors for dark.
Interview with Christine Deavel, Co-Owner of Open Books and author of Woodnote
Christine Deavel was raised in North Manchester, Indiana, and graduated from Indiana University and the University of Iowa. She is co-owner of Open Books: A Poem Emporium and lives in Seattle, Washington; her first book, Woodnote, is debuting from Bear Star Press in September.
Jeannine Hall Gailey: As someone who has been on both sides of the poetry bookshelf – as both a writer and someone who co-runs an all-poetry bookstore (Open Books in Seattle) – what kind of insight could you share about what puts a book into a reader’s hand? How do we poets connect with poetry buyers? I know one of the reasons I love Open Books is because of the generous insights and opinions of what you guys are currently reading, and you’ve helped me find a lot of new poets to love.
Christine Deavel: Let me put on my bookseller hat for this answer: If a poet’s goal is to get a book placed in bookstores, it helps mightily to understand how the book business works. In fact, before agreeing to let a publisher take on a manuscript, a writer would be well served to know how that book will be announced, advertised, and distributed to the trade. In other words, how would a bookstore learn about and order the book? Will the press be working to get the book reviewed? Will the press send information directly to bookstores? What is the press’s minimum order requirement for the store to receive a trade discount? Will the book be at a wholesaler? How does the press handle sales for author events? The more that poets know about the publishing/bookselling world, the better they can support their work through bookstore sales.
JHG: Christine, your new book, Woodnote, is unusual in its physical shape – and in the shape of the poems themselves, which range from typical lyric shorter poems to long pieces that incorporate paragraphs of prose and fragments – and I like that you sort of went outside of the usual range of what people typically think of as poetry. Could you talk a little bit about how (and why) you pushed the physical boundaries of the book, and of the poem’s shape?
CD: We have a quotation from the Polish poet Anna Swir up on the wall at the bookstore — “Every poem has the right to ask for a new poetics.” That’s what happened for me in the writing of the pieces that are in “Woodnote.” The material taught me how to shape it. The book’s publisher, Beth Spencer, suggested the square book to accommodate the long lines in several of the poems. I’m grateful that she was willing to give the work that space.
JHG: How do you think working in a poetry-only bookstore has influenced you as a writer? Besides getting to be around books all day, you get a perspective on the business-side of poetry that many of us rarely encounter. Do you think this has made you more adventurous in what you write and what you look for in a publisher?
CD: I have been incredibly lucky to have so many poetry readers in my life day in and day out. Not just readers of poetry, but lovers of poetry. And of all sorts of poetry. They have taught me an incalculable amount — introduced me to new writers, helped me articulate my thoughts about poetry, and broadened my understanding of it. What I read always affects what I write. I firmly believe that books talk to books. I’m extremely grateful not just to be surrounded by books but to be visited by ambassadors for those books. I do think I’ve become more open as a reader than I was as, say, a (too young) MFA student. I’m much more willing to venture into poems that I might not necessarily find to my taste or that might bewilder me. I don’t need to be reassured when I read the way I once did. I’d rather find vitality and risk — and that can be found in any aesthetic.
JHG: Okay, since I’ve got you in here as an interviewee, what books are you looking forward to this fall? Have you read anything lately that you got really excited about and would recommend checking out?
CD: I’ll start with a recent read — New Directions just published “Light, Grass, and Letter in April” by the recently deceased Danish poet Inger Christensen. She was a writer of remarkable clarity and depth, innovative yet grounded. Her volume “Alphabet,” which follows the Fibonacci sequence, is also a stunner. Coming up from Wave Books is a new translation of the Russian/Chuvash poet Gennady Aygi — another of my faves; a powerful, haunting voice. Copper Canyon will be bringing out “The Book of Hours,” a new collection by American poet Marianne Boruch, a writer with acute vision — and an unflinching eye. Those are just a few of the goodies on the shelf and coming this fall!
Back Cover, New Artists, and Locus Awards
Hey there! Are you guys as excited to see the official back cover of my second book, She Returns to the Floating World, as I am? ARCS are next…
Through an artist friend, I’ve discovered this awesome myth/fairy tale artist – her name is Deborah K. Scott. Check out her Red Riding Hood/Target painting here:
http://www.deborahkscott.com/gallery/102551/2011
It’s pretty fierce.
Ellen Datlow was nominated for a Locus Award, as was the anthology she edited that I was lucky enough to be included in, Beastly Bride. Congrats Ellen!
Tonight I’m going to try to sneak in a quick visit to this fundraiser for the Japanese earthquake disaster – where some kickass artists will be donating their work:
http://tsunami.fundraising.iamebi.com/
That’s before I go to C. Dale Young and Luke Johnson’s reading at Open Books.
It’s a whirlwind tour this weekend, with another friend’s book launch party, and poetry, poetry everywhere. If I can make it to a third of the stuff going on this weekend, I’ll consider myself lucky.
More Poetry Month and a Sad Passing
I was very sad to read this morning on C. Dale Young’s blog about the passing of Jeanne Leiby, who had recently taken over editor-ship of The Southern Review. I thought she had a great vision for the magazine and she wrote me a very kind note while she was editor there. It’s a strange thing; in the age of Facebook, I said to my husband: “But she just posted to Facebook yesterday!” She was about the same age as my older brothers, in her mid-forties, and that just seems tragic and unfair.
I am reminded that we should tell all the people we admire and care for just how much we admire and care for them. I was so happy to see some of my old friends at poetry readings in the last week. Rebecca Loudon read her poem “Love Letter to the Whores on Aurora Avenue” which always makes me cry, and I saw Colleen McElroy, who spent time and energy mentoring me when I was just starting out as a writer/lit mag volunteer in Seattle – in fact, before I met her, she accepted one of my poems for my first “real” poetry acceptance (you know, outside of teen-y contests and high school mags and such.) She got up, rocking her skinny jeans and high-heeled boots, and was such a fierce poetry presence…it was really inspiring. If I could be half as fierce a poet as Rebecca and Colleen, well, I’d still be a pretty darn fierce poet.
Collin Kelley has started blogging for Poets & Writers. Check out his first post here!
During Poetry Month, I wanted to take a moment to encourage everyone to go buy poetry books from independent bookstores. Specifically, you should all buy books from Open Books, the poetry-only bookstore in Seattle. I recommend calling in and placing phone orders if you don’t live in Seattle. When I lived in California, I found myself constantly wishing I could just pop in and see John and Christine, the owners, who are always full of good advice and news, and check out the new poetry books propped up on the front shelf. For a poet, it is a magical place. Did I mention they also host some rollicking poetry readings? Lately I really enjoyed Martha Silano’s book debut readings, where she passed out little toy aliens and did physics experiments along with her poetry. I’m looking forward to a visit on May 12 when C. Dale Young will be making a stop in on his poetry book tour!
All-Poetry, All-the-Time, or Why I’m Glad to Be Back in Seattle
Some things make you feel really feel like you’re back “home.” Like when the sun comes out in February, and you can see Mount Rainier (or a big full moon.) Like going over to your friend’s house for a poetry group meeting – a group that’s been meeting regularly for almost eight (nine?) years – and listening to your poet friend’s war stories and poems, hearing their good news and discouragements, shared over hot tea and plates of snacks. Like going back to a poetry reading series I used to help with – the SoulFood Books series – and seeing Lana and Michael. The guest poet last night was Tom C. Hunley, publisher of my first book. He’s a funny, laconic deliverer of poems. He also said that Becoming the Villainess is Steel Toe Books’ bestseller (Yay! that warmed my heart!) I’m also going to participate in another Seattle ritual tomorrow, and attend a poetry reading at Open Books – Mary Ruefle is in town!
All the socializing and poetry-izing is wearing me out, but in a good way. I feel like my life’s pace has quickened from the gradual, laconic heartbeat of California life to a caffeine-buzzed doubletime here in Seattle. More people to see, more stuff to do. It’s a poetry-stuffed town! In fact, I missed two readings this week already! But I wrote a new long poem, I sent out a few subs, I heard back from some lit mags, and Glenn is still dusting up his poetry submission database system we’ve been working on since December. (Much more thorough than my Excel spreadsheet, I can say that.) I also know I need to get on the ball and start booking readings for my new book this fall and next spring. If you feel like you’d love to have me come out to your conference or college, to read a bunch of poems about love, marriage, Japanese anime, etc, please let me know! I am feeling bashful about asking this time around, but I’m not sure why. The ARCs should be ready in a couple of months…it’s getting so close!