Happy Halloween! Spooky Season, Spooky Poems, Spooky Reading, Upcoming Speculative Reading
- At October 30, 2023
- By Jeannine Gailey
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Happy Halloween! Spooky Season, Spooky Poems, Spooky Readings!
Happy Halloween! I bet a lot of you have already bought your candy, pumpkins, etc and maybe even gone to a Halloween party or two. My husband is a big Halloween fan, and the news (and social media) has been so grim lately, we’ve been trying to create some joy around us. We had two nights of record cold temperatures that knocked out the last of our garden’s flowers and froze our bird baths overnight. We had a lunar eclipse this week and the moon has been rising orange at the edge of the sky.
I myself have been struggling with a low mood, so I’ve been consciously trying to do things that usually cheer me up this time of year—visiting pumpkin farms, reading seasonal poetry and fiction, spending time with supportive people, and helping others. We brought some pumpkins and wine (Woodinville’s most popular exports) to my little brother for his new rental home housewarming, and it was great to see my little brother and his wife (who had been living much farther away, requiring a ferry ride and a rather temperamental and prone-to-surprise closures bridge). I spent time with the local farmers, talking strategy, flower planting, even poetry. Anyway, if you are feeling powerless in the face of evil, hatred, and doom, you’re not the only one. So, even though the pictures often show me smiling—like the ones below—just remember we are all doing the best we can.
- Pumpkins, pumpkins, pumpkins!
- At McMurtrey’s Farm
- in Kirkland, in sunshine
- at JB Family Pumpkin Farm
Spooky Poem
I have a tradition of posting a spooky poem from my latest book on Halloween, and even though Flare, Corona is a little less horror-and-speculative centric than some of my other books, there are some Halloween-y poems in there. Here’s one of them, originally published in Boulevard: “Self-Portrait as Murder Mystery:”
Spooky October Reading
What do you like reading in October? Our Read-Between-the-Wines book club read Osamu Dazai’s Blue Bamboo short story collection this October, and the discussion was great – and a lot of people got into the spirit and came in costume, so that was fun. I’ve also been reading Agatha Christie’s Halloween Party, the slightly-more-disturbing basis for the new movie Haunting in Venice, Kiki’s Delivery Service by Eiko Kadono, the coming-of-age story about a young witch that was the basis of Miyazaki’s movie of the same name (very Halloween-appropriate for kids!) I also read Louise Glück’s books in honor of her recent passing, including American Originality: Essays in Poetry, and my first editions of House on Marshland and Meadowlands (which will be the book club’s November read!) House on Marshland includes one of the greatest Gluck poems of all time, “Gretel in Darkness,” also great reading for Halloween.
I’m still wrapping my head around the lyric essay and so re-reading some books of lyric essays in my collection, including Jenny Offill’s Department of Speculation and her newer Weather.
I’m doing a reading on Zoom for Speculative Sundays, on November 19 at 7-8 PM, and you can sign up for free tickets here: Speculative Sundays Poetry Reading Series presents Jeanine Hall Gailey Tickets, Sun, Nov 19, 2023 at 7:00 PM | Eventbrite
Happy Halloween, My Friends
So, take care of yourselves and have yourself a joyous Halloween, Day of the Dead, All Saints Day, or Samhain. Take time to look at the moon, maybe eat some candy, read something spooky.
A New Review of Flare in New Pages, Pumpkins and Typewriters, Halloween Mystery Parties and Thoughts on the Lyric Essay
- At October 23, 2023
- By Jeannine Gailey
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Typewriters, Pumpkin Farms, and Spooky Stories
This week has been busy—a new review of Flare, Corona in New Pages, a few visits to pumpkin farms, a Halloween Mystery night at a local winery, and a re-reading of Osamu Dazai’s Blue Bamboo for the October winery book club and reading up on the lyric essay form. Plus, typewriters in the wild has a new location—growing in a pumpkin field!
I have been practicing with my new camera some more, this time with typewriters. I love being around farms and farmers—and they are usually people I feel so comfortable with—that sometimes, even with my MS/health stuff, I wonder if I missed my calling to become a farmer. This week, the kind farmer at McMurtrey’s Pumpkin and Tree farm invited us to take home handfuls of dahlias and tomatoes. We talked about how to keep our apple trees from catching diseases and how to rotate dahlias and pumpkins. I know people say Seattle has a reputation for unfriendliness, but you won’t find it among Woodinville farmers or farm workers. A few pictures from that farm and backyard below.
- Typewriter growing in a pumpkin patch
- me with pumpkins and born
- McMurtrey secret koi pond
- purple dahlias at mcMurtrey’s pumpkin farm
A Review of Flare, Corona in New Pages
I was pleased and surprised—I’m always surprised to get a new review of a book that’s been out more than six months, but I’m also grateful. Here’s the link: Book Review :: Flare, Corona by Jeannine Hall Galley – NewPages.com
And a sneak peek of the review below:
Halloween Mystery Parties
This weekend we did a Halloween mystery night (themed: witches and druids) at J. Bookwalter’s Winery in Woodinville (hence the pictures to the left: that is a raven on my head, thanks). A lot of the party was set outside and it was a nice night, thankfully, so we didn’t have to worry too much about the dreaded covid.
It was not a typical murder-mystery scenario—more like a sort of goth video game? I’m very competitive so I was sad we didn’t win, but the team that won had five people who were way more committed than we were—costume wise AND game-wise. Anyway, it was a good way to shake up our routine date night and it was very on theme for the week before Halloween.
Lyric Essays and More
One of the things I’m working on now is an essay, ironically, on lyric essays, so I’ve been doing some research, reading some books of lyric essays. It’s weird for me, since I’ve been a journalist, a technical writer, an ad copywriter, a book reviewer, and a poet, but until the pandemic I didn’t write personal essays or lyric essays. Even though I’ve had some essays published I certainly don’t consider myself any kind of expert.
But on Facebook I put up a query and got some really interesting answers, from people who definitely are more qualified than me. And as a poet I’m attracted to the idea of an essay that isn’t necessarily: theme, point, point, conclusion. That allows for leaps, long parentheticals and ellipses – in short, essays that mimic poetry in a lot of ways.
Here’s a little fun read if you, like me, are interested in creative nonfiction and how to define the lyric essay: my friend and fellow poet Julie Marie Wade’s lyric essay on defining the lyric essay—funny and useful: What’s Missing Here? A Fragmentary, Lyric Essay About Fragmentary, Lyric Essays ‹ Literary Hub (lithub.com)
Anyway, my research has led me to think about experimenting more with the form. Next week, I promise to post a more spooky post with spooky poems!
A Week of Solar Eclipse, Loss and Sadness, a Tribute to Louise Glück, and Some Thoughts on Poetry, Academia, Ambition and the Establishment
- At October 16, 2023
- By Jeannine Gailey
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Pictures of Fall and a Post about Solar Eclipses, Sadness, and Poetry
I have some gorgeous pictures from a beautiful bluebird day earlier this week when we managed to get out into nature and visit some local farms, but right now I’ve been sick in bed all weekend, a rainy weekend that reminded me that the end of the year is coming faster than I expected.
I’ve been feeling down this week—no wonder, with the endless tragic stream from Israel and Gaza, with the death of one of my favorite poets, and the shorter days and illness, it’s hard to post a chipper post. I can at least report I’ve been practicing my bird shots on the new camera, so hopefully the new ones will be better.
Tribute (of sorts) to Louise Glück
Louise Glück passed away this week, which made me remember all my encounters with one of my favorite contemporary poets. Not a warm and fuzzy person, she was stylish and her writing always had an edge. I call her one of my “villainess” writing heroes—along with Margaret Atwood—who eschew easy, nice, characters and conversations in their writing. They deny the need for women to be, “nice”.
When I was an undergrad at UC (Ohio), she came to visit, and I got to ask her a question. It was just after Wild Iris was published and won the Pulitzer, and I asked her if H.D. was an influence. She replied she had no idea who that was—and to this day, I don’t know if she was messing with me or she genuinely had no idea about one of more famous female modernists who wrote arresting poems about flowers. Maybe? That night she gave a reading from some new poems from Meadowlands, and I brought my little brother who was in high school, and some of his friends —their first poetry reading. He went right up to her after the reading, and, knowing the way to a girl’s heart, complimented her shoes—which were excellent, and she giggled like a schoolgirl and could not have appeared more delighted. And my brother and his friends—all of them looking faintly menacing—could not have had a better time. At a poetry reading!
As I started to try to define who I was a poet, I know that certain female poets—of the dead, Emily D., of course, Edna St. Vincent Millay, Sylvia Plath—but Gluck, Atwood, Lucille Clifton, Rita Dove, Denise Duhamel, and Dorianne Laux – they became like a power source that I could go back to, to read and energize. I only got a few chances to see Atwood, got to have dinner with Denise on one of her trips to Seattle, and worked with Dorianne while she was at Pacific U but I saw Glück read probably five times, which is amazing, considering we live on different coasts and I don’t think she loved travelling or giving readings, especially as she got older. (I missed Lucille Clifton as she had to cancel her Seattle trip due to one of her final chemo appointments. I’m still sorry about that. I wish I could have told her all her work meant to me.) Anyway, here is one of my favorite poems of hers, perfect for spooky October with its hauntings: “Gretel in Darkness,” from her second book, House on Marshland, published when I was two years old.
Is October a Season of Mourning?
Louise certainly thought it was—so many poems about October and death and mourning, come to think of it. Since Glück was my father’s age, it brought to mind sad thoughts about my parents’ mortality. The news has been relentlessly grim—even SNL, John Oliver and Colbert had to make pre-show statements to comment on the horror before trying to make us laugh about other subjects, just like, as I remember, it was in the aftermath of 9/11.
There is something about the solar eclipse with ring of fire, the new moon this week, that also made me think of portents. In the Northwest, the sunlight becomes weaker, the night coming surprisingly fast. And yes, it’s cold, flu (and covid, still) season, which means I caught something and am probably not in the best shape to be writing anything deep and meaningful, even though I want to.
Some Thoughts on Poetry, Academia, Ambition and the Establishment
I had been thinking of eliminating this blog—or moving to Substack—when I ran into a couple of posts that made me grateful for this longform, easy-to-find-and-read, method of thinking and communicating that’s outside the gates of Facebook, Twitter, or academic publishing.
The first was by my friend Lesley Wheeler—about the closing of Gettysburg Review, the waning of literary criticism and of the English Department—and indeed, academe in general. The other was my blog-gatherer-extraordinaire and haiku poet Dave Bonta, who wrote a post about ambition, poetry, and careers. Both posts are thought-provoking and worth your time. One thing that Dave mentions that I have found to be true is that poetry in academia is a colder, meaner sort of world than say, the speculative poetry world, the horror poetry world, or, in Dave’s experience, the haiku/haibun community. When Lesley talks about the closing and narrowing of academia’s support of poetry, literature, liberal arts in general, I am reminded of all my reading on Cold War Culture than indicated the American government was secretly propping up—and using for propaganda—many of the big journals we have come to think of as “permanent” features. Between the fifties and the eighties, the intelligence community thought it was important to show that America had its own artists that could compete with Russia’s—and, of course, they wanted to follow any potential communists into artistic enclaves. So, they gave money to Kenyon Review, Poetry, Paris Review, they helped publish books like Dr. Zhivago. Now, anti-intellectualism is king in politics—the government’s no longer interested in being a patron of the arts. Lesley mentions the patronage that most artists need to live as disappearing—but maybe it was always a sort of mirage. How many people in my generation could even procure a tenure track job in English Literature or Creative Writing? And the chances for the people younger than me, even less. Last week I talked about money and the awards system—a sort of insider trading post about how being wealthy enables you to get more money from grants, awards, and fellowships because you know some sort of secret password—whether it’s a certain college degree, championship by a wealthy mentor, or other. These things feel forbidden to talk about in the poetry world—but I feel it’s also important to point out that the poetry world is as corrupt and given to influence as any field, but also has its havens from that corruption if you look for them.
As a writer, I’ve always felt like an outsider—first, being a woman who did not come (or marry into) money, now, being a disabled and chronically ill woman who still has not won the lottery—and part of me feels like I’ve been beating a fist on the big blank walls of poetry institutions for more than twenty years. I’ve written hundreds of reviews, too, a world that is apparently disappearing, the idea of literary criticism itself being valuable enough to be paid for—was that a waste of time? Dave’s comments on ambitions as it refers to writing—not career—are important, as they get to a truth that might be more important now as it feels so many things we value are decaying before our eyes—that creating art is beautiful and worthwhile, and so is making art accessible to everyone, not just an elite few.
In the Days After the Solar Eclipse
So, in these days after the solar eclipse with ring of fire, a photograph of which became the book cover art rendering for Flare, Corona, my latest book, I hope you are creating, celebrating creating, reading and making art for art’s sake. I don’t wish you to ignore the ugliness of the world—we cannot, even if we want to—but I hope for this particular solar weather to invoke some kind of peace, healing, and hope around the world, and in me and you as well.
I just walked out in my front yard – I couldn’t sleep after sleeping most of the day, and it felt cooler outside—and as I admired Glenn’s work with the Halloween decorations, I heard two owls hooting (pretty close to me) and a coyote. At first, I thought we had spooky sound effects on, but no! It was nature’s own spooky sound effects. Maybe that is the blessing of the world at night—so peaceful, always a little beautiful and a little threatening.
October or August? More Pumpkin Farms, A Review of Lessons in Chemistry on Apple TV+, Talking a Little about Prizes (and Why You Shouldn’t Feel Bad if You Don’t Win)
- At October 09, 2023
- By Jeannine Gailey
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October or August? More Pumpkin Farms, Prizes, and Shows for Smart Girls
This week it has felt more like August than October, with sunny skies and temps up to 80°F! Glenn and I took advantage of the sun to make the rounds of our favorite pumpkin farms and gardens, Glenn got lots of outdoor projects done, and I walked so much every day my feet hurt (for an MS person, this is a good thing! It means you’re walking more and your legs aren’t giving out before your feet!)
It was also a week where many awards including the Nobel Prize and the MacArthur Genius Grant, were announced, so if you’re feeling like an also-ran, I’ve got a little bit to say about that later on in the post.
I also had a sneak peek at the new Apple TV show Lessons in Chemistry, based on the book about a frustrated female chemist who becomes a cooking show star. My review later in the post too.
For now, pictures of sunsets in Kirkland, Bob’s Corn & Pumpkin farm near Maltby (also a purveyor of excellent Pazazz apples, which are like even better Honeycrisps), and of course our local garden center and JB Growers Pumpkin Farm and Sunflower maze:
- Pumpkin Farms in Maltby
- Sunet in Kirkland
- Sunflower Maze in Woodinivlle
- Kirkland sunset with Glenn and me
A Brief Review from a Sneak Peek of the First Episode of Lessons in Chemistry on AppleTV+
I got a chance to see an early sneak peek of the first episode of the show based on book (which I really liked) Lessons in Chemistry. The intro’s music and art are pretty cool (doodling DNA with perky fifties tunes and colors), and Brie Larson does a fairly good job of the put-upon smart girl chemist who turns into a television cooking personality. This book covers a lot of the same ground that our recent Woodinville book club pick, When Women Were Dragons, sans dragons. It’s a very satisfying watch for any girl who’s been underappreciated and underestimated in the sciences (says the girl with the pre-med biology degree) and reminded me of several incidences that happened to me in the eighties and nineties. My question is, are there enough STEM girls to sustain an audience for the show? My husband, who has a degree in chemical engineering and is also a wonderful cook, was impressed, but thought the science parts weren’t hard-core enough. I will definitely tune in to watch it again on its real debut date. There have been several shows, including Dickenson (about the life of Emily Dickinson) that AppleTV+ gave a home to that maybe mainstream outlets wouldn’t have. This might be one of them. I wish the show luck.
And Speaking of Underappreciated…Talking about Awards and When You Don’t Win Them
This week might have felt discouraging to you (or encouraging, depending on your POV) with the announcements of the Nobel Prize and the MacArthur Genius Grants. Now, these are some of the biggest prizes, so you might not have been disappointed (see a hilarious discussion of a suicide attempt by Steve Corell in Little Miss Sunshine related to the MacArthur…I remember being the only one laughing in the theater during the joke, but I bet you guys would get it).
So…you’re a writer of a certain age, who has written a certain number of books, and after, say, twenty years, you’re still not getting major attention for your work. Read: you are not winning the big money, big attention awards.
But think about this: the people that are winning the big awards are not winning by accident, and maybe not even because of their talent. Someone out there has done a PR campaign, gotten to have lunch with the right people in charge, went to the right schools, got the right mentors. And a LOT of that has to do with class and with money. No disrespect to people that win big, but if you look behind the curtains, you’ll notice that a LOT of them have a LOT of money. It costs something to put yourself out there in the best light—either money from your publisher, or your family, or from powerful mentors at powerful institutions. Does this mean, shocking intake of breath, literature is not always a meritocracy? I’m just going to suggest that those of you struggling with not getting a major award should realize that there are aspects of the world of grants, fellowships, prestige awards that are not going to be…completely in your control. I wish people would talk about this stuff a little bit more and be more honest about what it takes to really make it as a poet. For instance, Louise Gluck inherited a fortune from her father’s invention of the X-acto knife. Merwin inherited a ton of money, TS Eliot married it (and then put his wife in an institution so he could access that money faster). No shade on any of those poets (well, maybe a little at Eliot—what a jerk!), but they were able to be influential poets because they had talent but also because they had money.
Not to say every poet with money becomes influential, or every prize winner has secret millions (but you’d be surprised how many do!) I wasn’t born with money, I didn’t marry into money, and I didn’t win the lottery, so I didn’t go to the fanciest schools and I’m still paying off student loans from my less-fancy schools. Does that mean I will live a writer’s life without recognition, awards, fellowships, etc? Not necessarily. I do know people who are just like me who have succeeded in making the “big time.” And Sylvia Plath won the Pulitzer…but not ’til many years after her death. So perhaps we all—writers, scientists, people in competitive fields like composing or physics—feel that we are being looked over, but continue with our work nonetheless. I remember my father, a robotics scientist, was always depressed a week or so after learning he didn’t win an NSF (the science equivalent of the NEA) grant. I later had a college roommate who was one of the people who screened NSF applications, who told me it was a depressing job because there were so many great applicants, but she could only choose a very small number to win. I think about both those things a lot.
So instead, let’s write not to win awards but because you like creating, and make sure not to let a rejection or someone else getting a prize you wanted ruin even a week of your life. After all, outside are pumpkin farms and sunsets and turning leaves. There are wars going on, yes, but there are also kind people doing kind things for other people. When we have wildfire smoke here, sometimes all you can do is notice the wildfires. When you feel a depression because you’ve worked many years and have little to show for it, it can feel like that wildfire smoke—it’s all you see and feel. Humans are built to notice danger, so we also have a negativity bias towards remembering our rejections, our failures, the things we haven’t gotten, the fires and wars going on around us, rather than our successes, our loved ones, evidence of kindness and the beautiful things in the world.
I didn’t mean to go a little dark here at the end. I may have been feeling a little down lately about my own writing and the writing life in general, questioning my purpose and my future. The new war that just sparked overnight, an earthquake close to here, all things that unsettle and upend. Though I love fall, the season does tend to make me more of a ruminant—what am I doing with my life? Where am I heading? I did want to reassure other writers that the reasons that they might be overlooked are more complex than they imagine, and money is such a taboo topic among writers, when it really shouldn’t be. I hope you feel a little better and wishing you a happy October week ahead. If you’re lucky enough to have some sunshine, I wish you pumpkin farms and a bunch of really good apples.
Welcome October! A Busy Week: Reading Reports, Supermoons, Writing Friend Dates, New Poems and New Reviews of Flare, Corona and Pumpkin Farm Visits
- At October 02, 2023
- By Jeannine Gailey
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Welcome October—Time to Visit Pumpkin Farms!
Welcome to October! Here we had a weekend of cool sunshine after a week of a deluge of cold, crazy hard rain. I had a new fairy tale poem appear in the journal The Broken City and a kind new review of Flare, Corona in TAB journal. I had a really delightful Zoom book launch with Malaika and Redheaded Stepchild Lit Mag and a wonderful group of North Carolina readers and writers. We also had book club (We read The Arsonist’s Guide to Writer’s Homes of New England at Bookwalters in Woodinville, and we chose Osamu Dazai’s Blue Bamboo for next month), plus a Supermoon! And I got together with an old friend to catch up and wonder through a sunflower maze. Whew! I am ready for sleep.
So here’s a gallery of Glenn and I at McMurtrey’s Pumpkin Farm and JB Grower’s Pumpkin and Puzzle Farm.
- Garden Nook at McMurtrey’s Farm
- Dahlia with bee at Mcmurtrey’s Pumpkin Farm
- Glenn and me McMurtrey’s Pumpkin Farm
Supermoons, a Reading Report, a New Poem and a New Review of Flare, Corona
The Harvest Supermoon meant I didn’t get as much sleep this week as I’d like, but I still loved seeing it. The last Supermoon of the year, and it was beautiful!
So, this week was one of the more fun Zoom readings I have done for Flare, Corona, and I really enjoyed the reading, the Q&A, even the open mic. It took place in North Carolina—I even had a computer freeze in the middle of the Q&A—but it still was really delightful.
Here’s a link to watch the Zoom reading on YouTube thanks to Malaika along with a still pic.
Book Launch with Jeannine Hall Gailey & Open Mic with Redheaded Stepchild – YouTube
It was a great week for poetry news too!
I had a poem in the cool journal Broken City and the theme was very Halloween-appropriate!
Here’s a link to read my new poem in the Broken City (a PDF journal):
Broken City – The first poem is mine
And I had a wonderful and kind review of Flare, Corona in the journal TAB. Here’s a link to read a new review of Flare, Corona in the innovative PDF and print journal TAB: Tab Journal Vol 10 July 2022 Issue (My review is on page 48).
How to Reconnect with Friends After a Pandemic
Did the pandemic make you a bit more of an introvert? I think the last few years made my extroverted self kind of wilt. So I wanted to get back in touch with some friends I hadn’t seen in a while and make purposeful “friend dates” just to reconnect this fall. And guess what? It’s been great! And I get to spend time with amazing people.
Yesterday I got to see my friend Tatyana Mishel Sussex (who is an awesome creativity coach and writes memoir and poetry), and we decided to go to a local pumpkin farm, JB Growers Pumpkin Farm and Puzzle Patch, wander around in corn and sunflower mazes, and catch up over tea and Glenn-made snacks. It was such a boost to the spirit! Even those of us who are super-nervous about covid can make outdoor meetups happen. (And thank you Tatyana! You are a ray of sunshine.)
Below are a few pics from the day. I hope this inspires those of you who have been feeling a little closed-off after three years of the pandemic to call up a friend or two and make a date! Or at least visit a local pumpkin farm. Tis the season!
- Tatyana, me and Glenn
- Tatyana and I in sunflower maze
- Glenn and I with sunflowers at JB Growers Pumpkin Farm and Sunflower Maze