Happy Halloween, Midlife Musings on Sylvia Plath and Why I Still Blog, and Spooky Poems and Art at Roq La Rue
- At October 31, 2019
- By Jeannine Gailey
- In Blog
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Happy Halloween!
Are you a fan of Halloween? I like dressing up (this year I’m the Violet Witch with raven and Glenn is going as a Steampunk chemist) and seeing all the kids in their costumes and handing out candy. I like watching Buffy the Vampire Slayer, It’s the Great Pumpkin, Charlie Brown, and the greatest horror movie of all time, Killer Shrews (MST3K edition, of course). I like making pumpkin bread and some kind of soup for Halloween dinner, with lots of hot cider
I think most horror movies are predicable and therefore, comforting in a weird way, more so than all those Hallmark Christmas movies that have already started airing (!), I like things that go bump in the night. I like ghost stories. I mean, if you know me, you know I write horror poetry, so, none of this is a surprise.
I know a lot of my friends in California are having a hard time celebrating with huge winds and dangerous wildfires raging in both north and southern California right now. It’s just horrifying (and not in a good way) and I am wishing you all safety and health.
Spooky Poems and Art at Roq La Rue
One of my favorite galleries in Seattle, Roq La Rue, always has Halloween-appropriate goth-y art (their brand is “pop surrealism” and it is always surprising and awesome). I was excited to finally (after being down with a mean bug for the opening) get down to their show, “Acquired Tastes,” by an artist I already admired, Josie Morway, who does wonderful true-to-life animal paintings, always with something a bit off about them. There was also an amazing mural of hummingbirds (surreal hummingbirds) by Jeff Jacobsen. I just love being around such fantastic art. It brings me great writing ideas, and makes me appreciate being in a unique city like Seattle. And seeing art cheers me up, even dark-symbolist art.
- surreal hummingbird mural
- Posing with “Sear” and a very Northwest heron
And if you’re feeling in the mood for some spooky poems, check out this poem that was published earlier this year in Star*Line, “Self-Portrait as Pretty Monster.” This is part of the manuscript I’m shopping around (which will hopefully be taken soon by a great publisher!)
Midlife Musings on Sylvia Plath and Why I Still Blog
It was Sylvia Plath’s birthday this week and this got me thinking about women’s age, midlife goals and stresses, and the publishing world. Reading Plath’s complete letters and journals in the last couple of years, you really get a sense of Plath’s ambition – and a lot of thwarted ambition at that. She felt closed in by the expectations on her of women, of mothers, and some of that was well-founded (see: Marianne Moore’s letter refusing her Guggenheim because she reproduced. True story. She also hurt Gwendolyn Brooks’ career advancement. Dang.)
The question is: is a middle-aged woman today better off than in Sylvia Plath’s day? Well, we have birth control (though of course some politicians and states would prefer that we not have it), and we have slightly better mental health care. We don’t have better financial support of writers – she didn’t want to teach, so made her living freelance writing and winning contests and getting scholarships and fellowships, and therefore was pretty much always struggling. I know a lot of women writers in her position (and that’s what I try to do too, although I’m a much worse grant-writer).
We are still held to weird levels of examination over our looks, morals, and the way we navigate social mores in ways that men aren’t. I can say as a woman over forty – and having lots of friends in that group as well – that you have to shout a bit harder to be heard in a crowd as a female after 40, in the literary world, especially if you aren’t “connected,” the “hot new thing,” don’t live in NYC, etc. I am currently shopping around two manuscripts and it feels hard. I have five published books, and it still feels like I’m banging at a wall that says “no girls allowed” or “only the right girls allowed,” perhaps. It feels hard to get blurbs and reviews, it feels hard to get books out in front of readers, it feels easier sometimes to just…give up. Sylvia Plath was sixteen years younger than me when she died. If she had made it to 46, would she have produced wonderful books that we can only imagine, or perhaps had the opportunity to mentor other women writers or be mentored, or become only more and more frustrated by the way she couldn’t seem to achieve the things she thought she needed to achieve?
One of the reasons I review books is to bring attention to women writers, writers of color and writers with disabilities. It’s a small way to keep those groups in the spotlight. One of the reasons why I still blog despite the overwhelming advances of Facebook, Twitter, and Instagram to destroy it is because I like having a long-form place to talk about writing, life, books, inspiration, discouragement, etc. It just doesn’t exist in those other places. Also, as a sort of sickly and disabled writer (what with the immune system deficiency and multiple sclerosis and all), it provides a much-needed way to connect to friends, family, and readers when I can’t make it out to various towns across the country to see them personally, to do as many readings or conferences, and also, for some, just an update on how I’m doing. It’s also a way to keep memories or a record of things I care about (birds, flowers, etc.). Hey, we can’t rely on Facebook to provide all our memories for us – I’m convinced Facebook is headed for obsolescence faster than we think.
Sylvia was an obsessive journal keeper and letter-writer – way more pages by the time she was 30 than I’ve written in my entire life – and we have that information because she left a written record. By the way, I hope you enjoy the linked radio interview with Plath I included below – just hearing her odd accent and her obvious desire to impress with her intelligence rather than her looks – is very revealing.
Happy birthday, Sylvia. I hope you can see now how you made a difference, how you earned not only respect, but an admiring following. You were not allowed to go extinct. And for the rest of us, let’s celebrate this holiday and try to be brave as we face November’s scary drear!
New Review of PR for Poets, Harvest Season at the Farm, and I Could Use Some Magic (An Unfortunate Confluence of Health and Teeth This Month)
- At October 10, 2019
- By Jeannine Gailey
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Harvest Time at the Farm
We had some cold clear days between the rain and so tried to spend some time enjoying them (despite some health challenges) and I definitely enjoyed photographing. October here is mostly cold and dark, so the few sunny days must be appropriately celebrated, I think. We embrace the Hygge here in the Northwest – cold walks outside, hot cider, cozy blankets and sweaters, hot pumpkin bread, candles. It’s important to try to keep your spirits up here to fight the increasingly dark days.
- Glenn and I with a gourd cart at Bob’s Farm
- Glenn and I with tractor and sunflowers
- Glenn with pumpkin patch sign and me with plush pumpkin at Molbaks
A New Review of PR for Poets up at Entropy
A big thank you to Kim Jacobs-Beck and Entropy for this wonderful thoughtful review of PR for Poets. This is not a poetry book, but a book meant to empower poets to help them promote their work in a time when fewer and fewer poetry publishers (with fewer resources) can really do full promotion of a poetry book. From the review: “It is a useful guide for any poet with a first book, or poets who feel they could use new strategies to get the word out about their work.” Anyway, I hope this helps the book get into the hands of more poets.
I Could Use a Little Magic This Month (An Unfortunate Confluence of Health and Tooth Trouble)
So, despite the smiling photos, this last week has been mostly about going to the dentist, then an endodontist, then my primary care doctor (the endodontist thinks I need a root canal but I’m too risky to work on, the dentist thinks I’m too sick for more dental work, despite a second broken tooth and a tooth that needs a root canal, the primary care doc and several specialists don’t know why I’ve been so sick or what else to do to up my immune problems.) It’s been very frustrating and I’ve been stuck avoiding crunchy foods (eating a lot of soup) and trying to nurse myself back to health. I’ve had two weeks of antibiotics already and I’m layering on all the magic tricks – hot tea, soup, saline spray, ginger everything, hot and cold compresses and a heck of a lot of attention to keeping my broken tooth from getting worse. So if you believe in magic or prayer, I could use all the good energy to get myself an endodontist who isn’t afraid to work on me – and luck with the very first root canal of my life. And I’ve been sick with two or three viruses at a time, so getting rid of those would be nice too, since every minor infection makes my multiple sclerosis symptoms worse and I just haven’t felt well in months. I’ve been told I need to rest and keep my stress levels low. I had to cancel a reading in Auburn on Monday and a class reading next week already, so I’m just laying low, trying to sleep more (lots of naps!) and ignore the news (!!) and boost my immune system as much as possible. Please leave any recommendations in the comments (especially open-minded endodontists on the East side of Seattle, those who do sedation preferred since I am allergic to novocaine.) And uplifting, funny television shows. It’s been a while since I had a jolt of good poetry news, too, so if you have good thoughts to spare…Thanks.
Welcome to October, Talking Digital Technology and Loss, Tall Ships, Hawks, and The Future of Poetry
- At October 06, 2019
- By Jeannine Gailey
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Welcome to October
October is here, hence the pumpkins and hay bales showing up at local shops. I’ve been a little under the weather (emergency dental work + upper respiratory infection + getting up early to Skype into a panel on Digital Technology at Missouri State University = fever, antibiotics, and bed rest.) I’ve been wrapping up in cardigans and jackets, and walking out on my deck every time we get a little sunbreak. It’s still a little early to plant bulbs and I’ve been too sick to do too much gardening, but I’ve been enjoying taking pictures of the last remaining flowers in October and got some great shots of local birds – lucky shots, really, of birds that don’t land in my backyard very often, like the Cooper’s Hawk and Pileated Woodpecker. I feel like we are lucky in every season here, to see beautiful scenes here in the Northwest (though I may be grumpier in late November, when we’ve succumbed to more dark and more rain.) For now, I’m enjoying the cooler temperatures and the change in landscape.
- Pink and white rose
- Cooper’s Hawk in Flight
- Pileated Woodpecker on my pine tree
Talking Digital Technology and Loss
Going to doctors and dentists took up a lot of my time the last week, but at least on the way home from one appointment I got to see a Tall Ship at the Kirkland marina at sunset, which is pretty great to see at any time.
So, this last week I visited (by Skype) Missouri State University for a conference on Digital Technology, and had a chance to talk with students and faculty about the influence of digital technology on the arts and the workplace. A theme I noticed from the other panelists in response to a lot of questions about social injustice, jobs, and the future, was: prepare to be a lifelong learner, be persistent and be resilient. I took a moment to be real and said “I did not plan to leave my Microsoft technology manager job to be sick. I was too sick to work. Then I had to pivot and decide what to do next.” Loss will come to these young people whether they are prepared or not: loss of health, loss of loved ones, loss of jobs. Loss is always, somehow, an unwelcome surprise. When, and not if, you encounter that, you have to be prepared to say: “What can I do next?” When I collapsed during my job at Microsoft, and decided I could not go back to the ninety-hour work weeks, my husband encouraged me to try being a writer full-time. I went back to school (again) to get my MFA, and published my first book. I tried teaching but discovered that most academic institutions were eliminating tenure-track jobs and only using adjuncts for most classes. So I had to give up on that dream, too. In the last few years, when I was diagnosed with terminal cancer, I said to myself: “What now?” One of my priorities was getting to enjoy more of my life. I got myself a “real” camera and started taking photos of birds, flowers, trees, just normal, ordinary things, but things I wanted to remember. Then, later the same year, when I was diagnosed with multiple sclerosis, another unplanned loss, I thought, “Okay, what do I do now? How do I prepare for the future? How can I take the best care of myself so I can continue to do things that bring joy to my life?” Anyway, heavy topic matter for a college conference, but I wish I had been told these things when I was a little younger. There is no real way to prepare for the surprise losses in our life, is there? But knowing that loss is part of life may help you to keep your footing when it does happen.
Speaking of surviving loss, I started Anne Boyer’s terrific memoir about her experiences with cancer in The Undying. I also started Rachel Zucker’s almost-prose-book SoundMachine. I was really enjoying the last section on residencies of SoundMachine, when Sylvia decided to take possession of the book and insisted on napping on just that section. Rachel talks about some of the normal annoyances that come with residencies (that you rarely hear about when writers gush about going to Yaddo or whatever) – being unable to sleep on the beds, being unable to write, worrying about being unconnected from your family, having no wifi. When you are handicapped and have food allergies, by the way, residencies become even less of a solid win – will the place be wheelchair-accessible? Will they have food I can eat? Will I b able to shower? For a long time it was hard to even find out that information – now places are finally starting to address accessibility in descriptions, but slowly.
There have been other losses in the poetry world recently – Ahsahta Press, which did beautiful books for a long time, is closing. The editor and poet Jon Tribble, who I had the pleasure of meeting a few times at AWP and who worked tirelessly at Crab Orchard Books most recently, passed away. A friendly and generous man, the social media world suddenly lit up with words about how he had supported and encouraged so many writers, as well as his poems – it really makes you think about legacy. Will we leave behind memories not only of our poems, but of our kindnesses? I think of all the poets who have passed away in the last couple of years, as well as the musicians, and it seems like the artistic world is poorer for these losses. We have to celebrate the artists we love more, and tell them we appreciate them while they are still alive. Yes, go to that reading, or concert, or book launch, or art exhibit – and tell those whose work we love how much we love it. These connections and moments are not nothing – we should celebrate more, not less, in the face of loss.
What is the Future of Poetry?
All this talk got me thinking about the future of poetry and the impact of digital technology. I’m not afraid of robots taking our jobs yet – I haven’t met a robotic great writer yet. But perhaps the way we share and learn poetry will be different. Will poetry books be less important that single poems? In a generation that lives on Instagram and Twitter, will a single line of poetry be more important than a whole poem? If universities are not only taking away tenure-track jobs but their support of university presses, where will poetry be published? Who will be the important and relevant publishers of the future? My guess is, those presses are just starting now, with editors twenty years younger than me who understand what appeals to the next generation of readers and how to present poetry to them.
Twenty years ago, my professors told me not to publish in online journals because it would somehow sully my reputation. Now online journals are an important pillar of the poetry community, and even the most old-school journals must adapt to having an online presence or perish. Some of the journals I grew up admiring have disappeared, being replaced by a horde of newer journals. Just as medicine has changed over the years, the poetry world too has been updating and mutating. A lot of the changes are positive and exciting – I see more diversity in voices, which was overdue, and more women and people of color in charge of journals and presses, also overdue. Perhaps poetry books as we know them will change – become multi-media, include more art or music or performance aspects. The voices that will become prominent in 20 years will certainly be different than those I was taught in school. The answer won’t be too different than the advice from the panelists at the conference: Stay flexible. Be persistent. Be resilient. We cannot predict the future, but we can know and be prepared to pivot. With that, I will take a look at my book manuscripts and poems again and think about where to send them. Wishing you a calm and refreshing October, with hope for the future.