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Voices and Visions Closing

1-00001.jpgI received word via Bob Small of Poets and Prophets that Angie will be closing the Voices and Visions Bookstore in early June.  Philadelphia will be losing a fine independent book store and the arts community a beautiful venue.  Bob said it best in his email : “…Anyway, try and get there and buy some books before they close and thank Angie for fighting the good fight.”

I have had the pleasure to read some of my work at Voices and Visions. To say the least this closing is a major loss to the literary community in Philadelphia. We like to write about corporate control of publishing and the arts yet we continue to see these fine stores close due to a lack of support. Dust off your wallets and stop by V&V at 4th and Market in the Bourse Building, buy a few books and thank Angie.

Skin Radio Poetry Slam

On Thursday night, Skin Radio had a poetry (and music) slam at the Manayunk Brewery that several members of this blog were part of. It is perhaps only appropriate that I write the report on this event; not only was I the only member of this blog in attendance that wasn’t reading, but it was also an opportunity for me to genuinely exorcise this blog from the cynicism of my last post. (And having a digital camera in tow didn’t hurt either, though it didn’t exactly help, as you can see from the mediocre results.) See, somehow this event was all the reassurance I needed, beyond words, that poetry is alive and well. For, after all, it seemed to me that it doesn’t matter much who cares about poetry, poetry does pretty well by itself. I got the kind of reassurance that statistics can’t provide, the kind that you can only get after a couple of beers, with the big hall emptying of people, but the words still hanging in the air, pregnant and heavy, and somehow self-sufficing. No wonder it was difficult to wipe that huge grin plastered on my face.

First, however, allow me to say that more poetry events should be held at more adult venues, where not only is alcohol flowing, but more importantly where poets feel more at ease to speak like adults, to adults. Perhaps it’s because it doesn’t happen that often, given that our more traditional habitats tend to be bookstores and cafes, many of the readers pounced on the chance to read their more risqué poems: from Autumn Kanopka’s dirty, dirty ponies and Anna Evan’s meticulously metered expletives, to Arlene Bernstein’s freewheeling ride through Jersey and Eileen d’Angelo’s delicate sensuality, to Mike Cohen’s food fetish and Rachel Bunting’s explosive ending. There was enough skin in the poetry to justify the name of the radio station (not that that’s the intention of the station’s name). And even though the event was recorded and parts of it will be broadcast later, if you missed it live unfortunately you won’t be able to hear those naughty bits on air.

But it’s not just the rare naughty bits, or the venue, that made the event the pleasure that it was. The music was a good mix (especially the second act, by the Matt Gauss Band); though I could certainly have used less music and much more poetry. I am sure the fact that I knew most of the readers didn’t hurt either, but there was a certain feeling of glee in the air, not exactly justified by the attendance (which dwindled remarkably towards the end, thanks perhaps to the late start and the lengthy music segments). Still, there was something undeniably vivacious about the round-up. Perhaps it was the variety of it—which is one of the stated goals of the radio station—as there was truly something for everybody.

Anna Evans Eileen d’Angelo Autumn Kanopka Rachel Bunting

Women certainly dominated the scene, as you’ve probably already figured out by now, with Mike Cohen being the only male poet hanging on till the end. But hang on he did, making up for the under-representation with a bubbly liveliness and exuberance that was nothing less than contagious. Still, the women stole the night. Being a minority in color, Lynn Blue tackled the subject head on in her poetry. Aided by a voice velvety enough to get away with murder, Lynn delivered the most direct and refreshingly upfront thoughts about race without being in the least bit jarring or clichéd, renouncing the insincere “color blindness” for a more genuine “color acknowledgment”.

Anna Evans was perhaps a minority in accent (okay, so maybe I’m pushing this whole minority theme a bit further than it can reasonably go). Even though disguised by a new hairdo, there was no mistaking that lush British accent. Few guilty pleasures are as enjoyable as hearing the F word in that accent, and there was quite a number of occasions to do so in her second poem, “The F*** You Triolet”. Opening with “Mothers Boys“, a poem about ex-mothers-in-law, Anna (like Mike) made me think of metered and rhymed poetry as hip again, but perhaps more importantly as relevant still. Her closing down-to-earth sonnet, titled cheekily enough “Not a Sonnet“, is all a sonnet needs to be in the twenty-first century: cynical, self-effacing, highly aware of its artifice, which makes it all the more immediate.

My good friend Arlene Bernstein opened her act with a trip going on the platform, and it made me think of what I love about her poetry: it is consistently adorably off. There is something simply rebellious about it (and her). You are immediately aware of Arlene’s great command (and appreciation) of the language, as only a stolid long-time teacher of it has. You can tell she savor’s the words as she says them, ever so gingerly. But it is that facility with the words that enables her to juggle them playfully, push them to their limits, because she know very well when they break. It is like a roller-coaster, thrilling but trustful.

There is a certain delicacy about Eileen d’Angelo’s poetry that I don’t realize how much I’ve missed until I hear her again. It is perhaps because she never shies away from showing her fragility, her humanity in it. But it is a tender humanity, not in-your-face. I am always reminded of the feeling of a light fabric fluttering against the skin in the breeze: sometimes it takes only the lightest touch to remind us how lucky we are to live through another spring.

I always think of Eileen and Autumn Kanopka as counterparts; not only because I always tend to see them together, nor because they are diametrically opposite. But perhaps it is because I think of Autumn’s poetry as savage—in the most impassioned sense of the word—as Eileen’s is delicate. Not opposites, but sides of the same fragility, same humanity. There is something incredibly powerful about the awareness born of our close encounters with our breakability. And that is that “hush” in Autumn’s poetry: furious, overpowering, but also amazingly mature (like the most beautiful of sadness) and empowering.

It is that same breakability that overwhelmed me in Rachel Bunting’s closing poem. I had been acquainted with the earthy humanity of the mundane, the everyday in her work (as in her opening poem, “Finding the Root in San Francisco”), always with an undertone of that frailty that surfaces only in the company of our selves. But I was happy to witness that amplified into a scream, if not a howl, in her second poem, “Acceptance”, the anger turned almost sadistic in the acuity of its insight. It is that sense of profound hurt, coupled with the awareness of the poignant absences we leave behind, that is perhaps the biggest demonstration of the potency of poetry, and of us, poets.

But it wasn’t that heady realization that I enjoyed most. It was, as clichéd as it may seem, the company of such kindred spirits, laughing, acting, and sharing such good poetry. Who cares then if anybody cares?

Cambridge Author/Poet Timothy Gager

tgtimothygagerphoto2.jpgTimothy Gager has authored six collections of fiction and poetry. His work has been published widely in the small and electronic press. His poetry has been nominated twice for the Cambridge Poetry Award and recently his fiction was nominated for the 2006 Story South Million Writers Award. Gager is the editor of the Heat City Review, Founder and host of the Dire Literary Series and Co-Founder of the Sommerville News Writers Festival. He will appear with Jennifer McPherson on September 23rd at the Steel City Coffee House. To learn more about Timothy Gager please visit: http://www.timothygager.com/ 

Q. You are the host of the “Dire Literary Series” in Cambridge Mass. Please share how the series was created and its endurance. 

The Dire Series was created six years ago because at the time, the Boston/Cambridge area had many poetry open mic evenings but no nights for open fiction. Sure, there were book store readings for published authors but there were nothing for the short fiction writer to show their chops. At Dire we have three published features and a four-slot of 15 minute open mic…plus I get to attempt to entertain…it’s a lot of fun. 

Q. The Out of the Blue Art Gallery is one of my favorite venues. Your series is based there, what type of influence does the gallery have on the series? 

 I think the main influences are the features and the open readers that set the tone of the evening. Sometimes the out of town writers hear that it is taking place at an art gallery and they think the Metropolitan of Fine Art of something. The Out of the Blue is very charming and each series held there has its own identity. The Dire Series started in a bar and I had another host with me, at the time, John Bailey. We tried to do a variety show or something…drugs may have been involved(laughs),  I don’t know…we were told to not come back. 

Q. The Somerville News Writers Festival is a yearly event that you co-founded. Please describe the purpose of the festival and the atmosphere. 

The purpose of the festival is to get big writers in a large venue. We’ve had Michael MacDonald, Andre Dubus, Robert Olen-Butler, Franz Wright, Tom Perrotta and Steve Almond to name a few. My co-founder Doug Holder and myself with the gracious support of The Somerville News wanted to think “big” and the festival has achieved that purpose. 

Q. You began as a short fiction writer and eventually brought your poetry out of the closet with much success. What was your inspiration to share your poetry and what poets influenced you? 

It was more of a confidence issue. I had a very poor experience in college with poetry and was made to feel poetically inept. Confidence was very key and I’d say I’m happy with my current poems. 

Q. In addition to reading in the Boston Metro Area you have traveled a bit. How do you compare readings in other cities to those in Boston? 

It depends on the place and the particular night. It’s nice to see friends locally and meet people when I travel. Some folks I’ve known for years from on-line workshops. I once did a reading in Maine where the audience got pretty tanked and a fight broke out. That was fun. In July I’m reading in New York to promote a book of Red Sox Fiction…umm, I don’t know if that was too well thought out. I don’t mind reading even if the crowd is chanting “Boston Sucks”. When I read in Philadelphia it’s always a good time. It is a great city to read in plus Eileen D’Angelo does such a great job. I find the audience there very down to earth and welcoming. I went to school nearby so it’s a plus to see old friends. 

Q. Writer/Poet and also the co-editor of the Heat City Review and “Out of the Blue Writers Unite”.  Did you have to go through a transition from creating to editing?  

Not really, it would be like reading vs. writing or watching television. I’d be pretty rigid if I couldn’t make that adjustment, but then again my writing pretty much stops when I’m involved in an editing project.  

Q. You have published six collections of short fiction and poetry in addition to your work being published in over 20 journals. What do you attribute your success in getting your work published? 

I think I work hard on my writing and am persistent on sending work out. Often I feel like I’m fooling people when they publish me, but sometimes I actually like what I see of mine in print or on the web. I was honored with being named with a “notable story” in the 2006 Story South Million Writer Award. The winner hasn’t been announced yet, but I don’t think I’ll win. There are tons of good writers there. 

Q. Renee Angers of Brainpan Publishing said of your work, “… Gager hasn’t disappointed me yet…. his books are great reads. His books make me feel like I want to become involved in a fist fight…. I adore his work.”  Do you write for this type of reaction or do you write and await the reaction?

 Perhaps I used to. Nowadays I’m not looking for a reaction, I’m just looking to write what I want to write, whatever pops into my head, often quirky and sort of twisted. I would say there is a lot of versatility in my work and how I’m feeling about creating at any given time isn’t necessarily my strong suit, but perhaps a style I’m looking to work on. Being versatile is good, like in baseball you can be more valuable if you can play more positions.

Q. On September 23rd you will be reading at the Mad Poets Steel City Coffee House Series with Jennifer McPherson. As a fiction writer, poet and commentator on society will those in attendance see a particular side of Tim Gager? 

Yes, my best side….seriously, I’ll get there early get a feel for the place, the age group in attendance etc. and seeing that it’s scheduled for one o’clock in the afternoon on a Sunday, I think I’ll go with some of my more entertaining work rather than the darker stuff. That’s my plan, now…September is months away. Most of what I’ll read will not have been written yet.

Philadelphia Poet Louis Mckee- An Interview

louismckee400×294.jpg   Poet Louis McKee is a Philadelphia based poet whose works have been admired nationally and internationally. McKee has been on the Philadelphia and National poetry scene since the 1970’s. McKee is the author of Schuylkill County (Wampeter, 1982), The True Speed of Things (Slash & Burn, 1984) and eleven other collections. More recently, he has published River Architecture: Poems from Here & There 1973-1993 (Cynic, 1999), Loose Change (Marsh River Editions, 2001), Near Occasions of Sin, (Cynic Press-2006) and a volume in the Pudding House Greatest Hits series. McKee was a longtime editor of the Painted Bride Quarterly. During his tenure, he edited three special issues, celebrating the work of Etheridge Knight and John Logan, as well as a retrospective, 20th-anniversary volume of the PBQ. He currently operates Banshee Press and edited the magazine One Trick Pony until its demise in 2007. Louis Mckee was kind enough to grant an e-interview. I have included some blurbs on Lou from others and greatly appreciated that Lou took the time to share his thoughts with us.  

What others say about Louis McKee

“It is the essence of McKee’s work to be rich in artifice and craftsmanship and informed poetic strategies while at the same time consistently brave in its presentation of two confrontations: a person’s with himself and that person’s with the world outside himself. To read McKee is to witness drama and struggle; if the art is hard-won, the human victories are, too.” Philip Dacey- Schuylkill Valley Journal (#24, spring, 2007) 

 “McKee’s poems have a “surprising honesty…. In this era of superconfessional hubris, we are told that no topic is off-limits, but, if this is so, why are so many of these poems startling? Picasso said, “art is not truth,” and I know that to be true, but it is important to the force of these poems that I can believe that the poet is giving us his stories straight up.” Warrren Woessner, in the American Book Review (Jan/Feb 2007, Vol 28, No. 2) 

“I really admire, and like, deeply, Louis McKee’s poems. They have two qualities I love – clarity and candour. And they often tell stories even as they evoke mysteries of being. And they engage a great deal with people. Brendan Kennelly 

 Louis Mckee has mentored and inspired poets for many years. His work stands alone as uniquely Mckee. The hallmarks as noted above, clarity, candour, surprising honesty are the mainstays of his works. The Mad Poets Society is honored to have Louis McKee travel amongst us, a jewel in the City of Brotherly Love.  

THE INTERVIEW

 Q. Your works have inspired many poets over the years; what inspires Louis McKee to write poetry?  Geez, George, this is a tough question to start off with.  I’m not sure how much I’ve inspired others, but it is nice to think it true.  Anyone who knows me, anyone who has met me, must have noticed that I am serious about poetry.  I have been writing for nearly forty years.  And since getting involved with starting an undergrad literary magazine while in college, I have been involved in editing and or publishing almost non-stop since.  I hope some of this has been infectious.   As for my own inspiration?  Women?  And an undeniable ego.  Doesn’t every guy say that he wrote his first poems to impress a girl?  I’m not sure I did that, but I did notice early that girls were occasionally impressed.  As for the ego thing: what arrogance it takes to believe that something you have thought, and written down, would be of the least interest to others.  This is the reason many take the Emily Dickinson route and hide their seventeen hundred poems in a box under the bed.  It also says something about those who scribble words on a napkin during an open reading and then stand up minutes later to read them.  I guess I am somewhere in-between. 

Q. When you read poetry, who do you read and have your favorites changed over the years? 

Of course, some of my greatest inspiration comes from other poets.  When I was young, in high school, I was attracted to the Beats, Ginsberg, Corso, Ferlinghetti – maybe for the wrong reasons; though in time I found out there were many very good reasons, as well.   They were so different from the hammered and chiseled meters we were reading in school.  I recall some poems from the classroom that I liked a lot: things by Frost, Yeats, Wordsworth.   But mostly I was one of those pretentious wannabe hippies who stopped regularly into Robin’s Books, back then it was on North 13th Street, and always walked out with something published by City Lights, New Directions, or Grove Press.   I was reading far and wide, even if I didn’t understand much of it.   What I did pick up on, though, was the magic of words, the music and rhythms.   One of the first “real” poets I saw reading poems was Robert Bly, during his Teeth Mother days.  I watched Michael McClure growl and roar at the audience at the Broad StreetY.  I heard Ginsberg sing the poems of William Blake over the drone of his harmonium. Over the years my taste in music has changed – not so much that I no longer like things I once did, but in that I now like a greater variety of styles.  “When the mode of the music changes, the walls of the city shake.”  That’s Plato.  Actually, I come to it by way of the Fugs?  Do you know the Fugs?  More influences.  Anyway, this is how it is with poetry, too.  I still go back and read Yeats.  But more often I pick up books by poets I’ve met and whose work has pulled me in: Jim Wright, Dick Hugo, Bill Stafford, John Logan, Bill  Matthews.  I read many contemporaries – it would be unfair to name them, or unfair to the ones inadvertently left out.   And I’m always looking for those poets, those poems, that are new to me, but which will spin my head around. 

Q. Cynic Press released “Near Occasions of Sin” in 2006. How did the collection come about? 

Near Occasions of Sin has been a long, long time in the making.  In 1999, Cynic Press published my selected poems, River Architecture.  It was difficult choosing the poems for that book.  At some point I decided that a second volume, one which focused on the love poems, could be put together.  I found a publisher for it almost immediately, in
Brooklyn, even before Cynic was lined up for the other volume.   But Wyrd, the god of fate, interfered – problems shut down the NY press.  More than a year had passed, and I was back where I started, and more than a little depressed.  Later, a publisher in Wisconsin put out a chapbook of mine, and hearing about the stalled manuscript, she expressed interest.  But after more than a year trying to get it together with her, she pulled out.  It looked as though Near Occasions of Sin was a cursed book, and would never see the light of day.  That’s when Cynic heard about how things were going.  They had better-than-expected success with River Architecture, and so decided to commit to the new book as well.  Joe Farley, who is Cynic Press, is a good man, a good friend.  I owe him greatly.  The book, it turns out, was more than seven years in the making – new poems added, others were dropped.  I think at some point I gave up completely on ever seeing the book in print. 

 Q. You have served as the editor of Painted Bride Quarterly and One Trick Pony. How many years did you edit these journals and what was the experience like? 

I was a co-editor of the Painted Bride Quarterly.  I was there for nearly five years in the mid-through-late 80s.  The editing-by-committee thing – I don’t think I would ever do that again.   In fact, that is why I left – not on bad terms, particularly, but unsatisfied.  In the end, I did get to edit three special issues on my own – tributes to Etheridge Knight, John Logan – and then, a few years later, a Twentieth Year Retrospective of the Best of the PBQ  I must admit, though – editing is draining.  I was glad to get away from it for a few years.  I’m sure it interfered with my own work, too, my writing and traveling to do readings, but I honestly do not remember it that way.  I know I got to meet, in person and through the mail and telephone, some wonderful people.  I made many friends.   It was nearly ten years later when I started One Trick Pony.   I had known all along that I would do it again.  I’d been involved, in more limited ways, with other projects.  I did not want to get caught up, though, in the funding games, nor the editing politics.  I waited until I could do it myself – out of pocket, and all alone.  If an issue was bad, it would be my fault; if an issue was good, it would be my fault.  In the end, every poem was in the OTP because I wanted it there.  And I was committed to going on as long as I could afford it, as long as it was fun.  As it turns out, One Trick Pony made it through eleven issues, I like to say, each one better than the last.  We published Albert Huffstickler and Billy Collins, (Huff was on our first cover,) David Ignatow and Lynne Savitt, Afaa Michael Weaver, Naomi Shihab Nye, and Jim Daniels.  It was a tremendous experience – but health and money issues finally did it in, along with a dozen other bugaboos. 

Q. You are currently involved with Banshee Press. What is the purpose of the press and what direction do you see the press moving? 

Banshee was set up as the umbrella for One Trick Pony.  While the magazine is no more, the press is still in operation, though with no regularity, or even any plans.  There are books with the imprint, by Tom Devaney, Harry Humes, and Joyce Odam, and a handful of limited edition letterpress broadsides, by Stephen Berg, Gerald Stern, Philip Dacey, Paul Muldoon, and Denise Duhamel.  I’m sure something more will be coming, but what, and when, I cannot tell you. 

Q. How would you describe your style of writing?  

Don’t we all begin by imitating others?  I imitating Jim Wright and Dick Hugo, for example.  I’d studied for years with C. K. Williams, but, as much as I admired his work, I knew that his was not my voice.  I did love his long winding lines, though, and the music and rhythm of his poems.  I tend to think of myself as a lyric poet with a penchant for narrative.   

Q. You have read your works at various venues over the years. Do you have a favorite venue or series you like to read at? 

As a “Philadelphia Poet,” I think first of the places around town:  Bacchanal, on South Street, was the hub of the local poetry scene for many years.   Then there was the Old London, Doc Watson’s, the Kyber Pass, the original Painted Bride Arts Center (on South Street ) and its later locations (first on Bread Street , and now Vine Street .)  Among my favorite readings were ones I did at Whitman’s graveside in Harleigh Cemetery, and in his bedroom on Cooper Street.  The Y at Broad and Pine, the Kelly House at UPenn…and the bookstores, like Robin’s, and back in the day, Middle Earth Books on Pine Street.  The Open Mouth Series, created by Chris Peditto and Elizabeth June Madden back in the late 70s or early 80s, was always great fun – readings were held in literally dozens of venues, many only once.  There were bars, coffee shops, galleries….  The Delaware County Institute of Science might be my favorite place to read today, what with all the creatures joining us on stage.  Mostly, though, I liked to travel – I’ve had memorable readings in Pittsburgh, Memphis, Knoxville, Indianapolis (at Etheridge Knight’s grave,)  Milwaukee, at McGill University in Montreal, in Quebec.  And it is always a pleasure to read in New York City. 

Q. Many poets struggle to get their work published. What advice would you give to an emerging poet? 

To persevere.  It is important to not give up.  Or should I say, it is important to keep writing.  So much of publishing is about luck – getting your poems onto the right editor’s desk at the right moment.   What you need to do is make certain that all your unpublished poems are out there somewhere, coming from or going to someone.  Read the magazines, the Internet journals.  You may not see a place that will, no doubt about it, like your poetry, but you certainly will see some that, no doubt about it, won’t.  Don’t waste your time – send your work to editors who seem to be on the same wavelength.  But after you get all your poems into the mail, you can’t sit around and wait.  Forget all about your submissions – move on.   When work is returned, no longer being considered somewhere, send it out again.  This is po-biz, a necessary evil – time consuming, yes, but not terribly so, especially if you stay on top of it.  The trick is, don’t allow yourself to get tangled up in the whole submission thing.  Stay focused on the real game – writing.  It should all be about writing the poems, and not so much about getting the poems published.  Stay focused.   

Q. You have been part of the Philadelphia poetry scene for over three decades. What changes have you seen and what direction do you see poetry in Philadelphia moving? 

Don Lev and Enid Dame, the editors of the Brooklyn-based Home Planet News, once did an issue, or large feature, on the Philadelphia Poetry Scene.  This was back in the early 80s.  There was a perception then of Philadelphia poets– that they would rather stand up and be seen reading their poems, have all ears and eyes on them, and carry home in their pockets the scattered applause.  This seemed more important to them than getting their poems into print.  Sometimes, I think it is still that way.  A lot of young writers, not only in Philadelphia, but here to, have sent their best poems, once or twice, to local magazines, to APR, Painted Bride Quarterly, etc., and been rejected, and now they have given up on submitting, or sometimes, writing altogether.  Poets, none of us, can understand how anyone could not “get,” “like,” even “love,” the things we are writing.  And we are sure that the stuff getting into print is nowhere near as good as what we are writing.  Things appear to be changing, though.  Now, I am seeing the poems of a lot of the local poets in many of the better magazines.  And it is about time – there is a great deal of talent in this region.  And it is good to see it being recognized.    

Q. I have noted from time to time you conduct workshops, most recently with the Mad Poets Society. What value do you place on poetry workshops? 

I was a product of workshops.  In the early 70s, C. K. Williams ran one at the Y at Broad and Pine.  It was a ten week thing – but for some of us, it went on for a long time.  Was it four or five sessions?  The core of the group remained the same throughout – and were truly substantial poets.  Many are still writing, publishing.  I was just out of college, and had much to learn.  Charlie was tough, but he was a good first reader – what I remember most is the direction he would give to a poet, mentioning writers and books we might not have been familiar with.  This was while he was writing the poems that would go into With Ignorance, his break-out collection.  I learned a lot from him, about poetry, and being a poet.  After Charlie left, other workshops were conducted by Steve Berg, Richard O’Connell, David Ignatow  — each, of course, with a different take, a personal aesthetic.  It was a good program, and came along at just the right time for me. There is more to a workshop, though, than its leader.  One is as likely to get something from their peers as they are from the name poet at the head of the table.  Weekly workshops, weekend festivals, week-long conferences – they are all opportunities to meet poets and talk poetry.  Only good can come of that. 

To order Louis McKees latest release, “Near Occassions of Sin” please send $15.00 to Cynic Press, P.O. Box 40691, Philadelphia, Pa. 19107 or email cynicpress@yahoo.com   *Sources: Wikpedia, Schuylkill Valley Journal, American Book Review

A final note from Eileen D’Angelo:

“McKee hooks you with his conversational style and you have no choice but to let these poems get under your skin.  He isolates those feelings, connects them to his heart, and in doing so, connects them to ours.  These are poems of truth.  Sometimes, the very truths we don’t want to hear.  Consider the quiet grace of “Dog.”  “When you are away / the night is like a dog / who knows it and walks / restlessly through the house.”  In “Following Tracks,” he describes riding on a train, nothing but endless tracks and stones “shining with their bellyful of moon.”  Few poets can turn a phrase that original and distinctive.”

Monday: Shameless Self-Promotion Day

It’s that time again.  Tell us what you’re doing, where you’re reading, or where we can find you, your poems, your books, etc.

Don’t hold back.

Amy E. Laub - Mad Poets Critique Circle

Amy E. Laub’s poetry is pretty much autobiographical and consists primarily of portraits, landscapes, news, and gossip drawn from her own life.  She is a long-time member of the Mad Poets Society (MPS) and since September 2003 has hosted the monthly MPS Critique Circle on first Wednesdays at Harvest Books, Media, PA.  Amy works full-time as an Administrative Secretary for the Literacy Supervisor of a local public school district, and lives in Upper Darby. She has read her poetry at numerous venues across the Delaware Valley. Amy is currently working on two manuscripts and will coordinate a second weekly Mad Poets Critique Circle in Wallingford Pennsylvania. Her energy is contagious and her love of poetry has no bounds. To learn more about the Poetry Critique Circles coordinated by Amy Laub please visit www.madpoetssociety.com  

THE INTERVIEW: 

Q.  You are the host of the Poetry Critique Circle held at Harvest Books in Media, PA.  The Circle is one of the anchors of Mad Poets events over the last few years. To what do you attribute the success of the circle?

 A. The Circle works because the members treat each other with respect and are truly constructive with their comments.  There are no insults – verbal or otherwise – or nastiness of any sort.  No one monopolizes the discussion, everyone gets a chance to speak.  We enjoy each other’s company and find plenty to laugh about together. 

Q.  What motivated you to host the Poetry Circle ?

A.  Oh, good, an easy question!  The Director of the Mad Poets Society, Eileen D’Angelo, asked me to host this event to reduce her enormous work load.  At first I was shocked by her request, then honored by her trust, and immediately realized that I absolutely wanted to do it.  I love this job!  I can’t wait for first Wednesdays to roll around! 

Q. How valuable is it to poets, both emerging and established, to receive feedback and critique of their work in a forum such as the Poetry Circle?

 A. It is HUGE!  Every writer needs an audience, and we are usually each other’s first audience.  Other people can notice the flaws we have become deaf and blind to in our own writing.  We tweak each other’s work – we provide synonyms, suggest alternate titles, re-arrange words and stanzas,  break lines in new places, spot repetitions and clichés, change tenses, and try out new punctuation and capitalization.    We debate – and frequently have to agree to disagree.  Sometimes we decide that a single poem is really two separate poems, or that a particular piece is skimpy and needs fleshing out.  We ask about the origins of some poems. We ask what foreign words and phrases mean.  We go off on tangents as often and as far as time permits.  Many times we don’t change a single thing in a poem – just reassure a nervous writer that s/he has created something wonderful and worthwhile. At poetry readings, most poets read their poems MUCH too quickly.  Most poems are hard to “get” with just one reading.  At a Critique Circle , you can read the poem while you hear it being read out loud.  You can hear it again if you like, talk about it, and talk to the poet.  There is nothing else like it! 

Q.  What can a first time attendee expect upon attending the poetry circle?

A.  We love new people!  If you have never been to a Circle, please be brave and try one.  There are usually six to eight people at any one meeting, and we literally sit in a circle of folding chairs in the middle of the book store.   Introductions are first, then we exchange copies of poems and read them out loud one by one. Sometimes a poem is read more than once.  New people never have to read first – they go third or fourth or fifth so they have a chance to see how we operate.  If a newcomer would prefer to just sit and listen on their first visit, that’s cool, too. 

Q. If you had a choice of five poets, living or dead, to attend your circle who would you like to have in attendance and why?

A.  Billy Collins, a past US Poet Laureate, because I love his humor.  One of his poems worries about mice in the walls that MIGHT pick up a kitchen match and MIGHT set the house on fire.  He has another poem about a song stuck in his head, so of course it gets stuck in the reader’s head, too.  Hilarious!  I like poems that make me laugh and try to write them.  There is nothing better than a room full of people laughing with delight at something you wrote. Sharon Black, an utterly amazing local poet with the freshest voice and perspective I have ever heard.   She attends some Circles, so come out and hear her stuff.  Laurie Anderson, a dazzling performance and visual artist, musician, and storyteller, who often takes trite phrases and alters them just enough to wake you up:  “Lights! Camera!  Action!  Timber!!!”  There is too much to say about her, so I won’t try to do it here. Joel Weishaus, who wrote my all-time favorite poem, “Empty bench. Rain sits down.”   And Patty Larkin, one of many folk musicians and singer-songwriters I listen to, usually on 88.5 WXPN FM.  Whenever I get too uptight about things, I remember her line, “You’re living your life like you’re doing time” and I try to adjust.  Other singer-songwriters include Paul Simon, Suzanne Vega, John Gorka, Dave Carter, Tracy Grammer, Shawn Colvin, Michelle Shocked, Christine Lavin, Laura Love, Louden Wainwright the Third… sorry, I sneaked in a few other people, but I just can’t help myself where these people are concerned.

 Q.  Harvest Books provides the venue for the Circle.  Could you describe why the store is unique and why literature lovers of any genre should stop by the store?

A.  Jim Pierson, the proprietor, is a warm, welcoming, friendly and knowledgeable guy.  He lets the Mad Poets use the space at no charge, and stays open late just for us, even when he has the flu – thanks, Jim!    The walls are painted a warm, substantial shade of yellow and it’s well lit.  A big picture window lets you look out on all of downtown Media strolling by.  There’s always good music playing softly in the background.  Books and CDs and videos are everywhere – and easy to get to in boxes and on bookshelves tidy enough to suit even my compulsive heart.  It’s small enough to scan all of the titles in stock, and large enough to feel spacious.  The books change constantly, so you have to visit often.  Oh, yeah, and the books are very, very inexpensive!  Come in and buy a pile of cheap-cheap-cheap books!  Nothing makes me feel wealthier than a stack of books waiting to be read. 

Q. How would you describe your own poetry and your inspiration as a poet?

A.  Poems walk right up to me, fall down, and ask to have their bellies scratched.  They are everywhere in everyday life; I simply take notes as fast as I can.  I try to write like a watercolor painter paints – with a quick, light touch and no time to fuss because the paint  dries fast.  I write a lot of bad poems to get them out of the way so I can write the good stuff. Journaling is reliable source of inspiration.  I keep an electronic journal, which consists primarily of emails I have sent.  I also keep a handwritten journal.  Every December I sit down and read them, and usually discover fourteen or fifteen new poems from bits and pieces I had taken notes about and then forgot.  January is a big writing month for me!One of favorite writing tools is reading a poem out loud to myself as I write it.  I believe poems have to sound good and be easy for a listening audience to understand.My best poems are the ones that surprise me, in which I make a discovery.  A word or phrase arrives from somewhere and writes itself.  What a rush!  I have no clue I am going to write it, I don’t plan it.  It often happens on the edge of sleep, so I have to get up, turn on a lamp and write it down before it vanishes.  It is totally mysterious and totally addicting.My public school English, art, and social studies teachers inspired and encouraged my writing (Springfield, Delaware County, PA), as well as O. John Brown, my writing teacher at Community Arts Center.  I can’t thank them all enough. 

Q. Do you have a favorite venue to read your works at and why?

A.  Nope.  If someone asks me to read my poetry, I’m there, wherever “there” is – book store, bakery, campfire, living room, wherever.  Go ahead, twist my arm. 

Q.  There are many publications available on line and in print that publish poetry. Are there any you would recommend?

A.  I’m afraid not.  I am unschooled in this area and in serious need of guidance myself. 

 Q. Do you have any projects forthcoming?

A.  Yes!  I have two books of poems in the works.  The first is called “Driving Below the Speed Limit” which is about my eighteen-year marriage and 2006 divorce.  The other one is “More Truth and Lies about the Moon” and is pretty much just moon and water poems.  I’ve been entering them in new book contests and hope they will be published some day. Also, I just received approval to start a new Mad Poets WEEKLY Critique Circle at the Community Arts Center (CAC) in Wallingford, PA in the fall of 2007.  What fun!  I love the Harvest Books Critique Circle and have been wishing for years that we could meet more often – once a month just ain’t cutting it for me. I woke up one morning recently with the idea to do a weekly critique circle that would be dirt cheap ($36 for 10 weeks) on Monday nights from 7:00 to 9:00 pm.  My ulterior motive is to build a group of local writers that meets once a week for mutual inspiration, comfort, and challenge.  I hope it works.    Come on out to a Critique Circle!

Who Cares?

I have been weighed down lately by this feeling of disillusionment with the very tangential place of poetry in today’s world, not to say its futility. It seems very few arts can claim a more marginal status in today’s culture, or could matter less for that matter. And the whole endeavor is so close-circuited that it seems incestuous at times, in the sense that the main audience for poetry tends to be poets, poets that are often more interested in hearing themselves than anybody else. Everybody is so eager to get published in journals that they’ve never heard of before (and hardly know where to acquire); and there certainly is more supply than demand. I am the first to admit that I haven’t read most of the other poets’ work in the few journals I have been published in; and I am sure I’m not alone. There is an ever-increasing plethora of little venues for poetry (or shall we just call it “self-expression”?): from the myriad literary journals littering the shelves of bookstores (and those are the ones that do make it to the shelves), to blogs and the infinite variations of online publication. But is anyone reading? The Poetry Foundation tried to answer this question with an admirable “scientific study”, the conclusion of which was, basically, what we’ve known all along: that almost nobody reads poetry, but those who do are essentially “better” people than the rest.

And yet, we are all here obviously for more than our love of our voices. We are here for a love—a perhaps idealized one (as all the best kinds of love are)—of a medium that we believe in, one with an ancient and profound history in perhaps every culture on the face of this slowly-simmering earth. We are here because, obviously, poetry has worked, at least for us, at one point in time. All of this reminds me of an excellent essay by Dana Gioia titled “Can Poetry Matter?” The essay is published in Gioia’s book of the same title (and which I have yet to buy/read). If you haven’t read the essay, I highly recommend it (and you can find it online at the link above). It is a very coherent and ambitious essay, and ultimately very optimistic (with its suggestion of a work plan and all). I first read it two years ago, and I don’t know if I was simply in a better mood, but the bulleted recommendations at the end of the article seemed feasible, if hopeful. Now… I obviously don’t feel that way anymore. Yes, it was a historic moment when poetry made it to The Daily Show with Jon Stewart in the form of Robert Pinsky; but it was also, to say the least, severely cringe-inducing. Maybe poetry is more at home on NPR, and in poorly attended readings at cafes and bookshops. Maybe that is why we are into poetry in the first place.

In conclusion, and in the spirit of true cynicism and self-absorption, here is my poetic riff on the matter, if anybody cares…

Leonard Gontarek - An Interview

leonard1.jpgLeonard Gontarek is the author of St. Genevieve Watching Over Paris, Van Morrison Can’t Find His Feet, Zen For Beginners and Déjà Vu Diner (Autumn House Press, 2006). He is the editor of This Is Forever The Room, The Balloonists Are Coming Back From The Clouds, and Rain Of The Haunted Trees, anthologies of children’s poetry.
His poetry has appeared in numerous magazines. including American Poetry Review,

New England
Review, Poetry Northwest, The Best American Poetry 2005.
His poetry has been awarded prizes by the
Atlanta
Review, Poet’s Attic, Mad Poet’s Review and Mudfish Magazine. His work is included in Joyful Noise: An Anthology of American Spiritual Poetry. He has been nominated for four Pushcart Prizes, and twice received poetry fellowships from the Pennsylvania Council on the Arts. He is a poet in the Philadelphia Arts in Education Partnership. You can learn more about the works of Gontarek at:
www.leafscape.org/LeonardGontarek

THE INTERVIEW:

Q. You have conducted and are in the process of conducting several poetry workshops in the Philadelphia area to include The Philadelphia Writers Conference in June. What can an attendee expect at your workshop and what do you believe they will glean from a Gontarek workshop?

A. I use assignments vigorously. The workshop poets are asked to go outside their own work - exploration. The development of their style and voice is enriched by this process. They consider possibilities that would not have occurred to them before. My intention is to open as many avenues as possible to make their work stronger. They return to their town work and see it through new eyes. They have new respect for their poems and treat it as the sacred material it is. Additionally, in the case of The Philadelphia Writers Conference, there will be discussion of how to manage the poet’s life and real life. How do we “find time” to write, how do we stop feeling terrible if we can’t find the time to write. Spiritual crisis. At the very least, we can find solace and understanding in our shared difficulties. All poets go through it.

Q. The poetry included in Déjà vu Diner has been described by reviewers as “Unique in its precision”, “meticulous use of language and startling juxtapositions of imagery”. How would you describe the works included in Déjà vu Diner?

A. First of all, the reviews have been so wildly effervescent, we had to tone them down (ha). I would say the material in Déjà Vu Diner is equal parts political, erotic, and meditations on the world. It is as simple as that. My views on these things are complicated, hence the overlay texture of the poems. After twenty-five-plus years of writing, it I how I look at things through poetry. I don’t think there are many answers within, but the poems maintain the purity and keep current our big questions (who are we, where are we       going? …). 

Q. You are currently hosting the Mad Poets Society reading at The Last Word Bookshop on the Penn Campus. Two readings remain on Sept. 14th and Oct. 12th.  What can those who attend expect at these Friday evening readings?

A. Greg Djanikian, Jim Mancinelli and Kathy Volk Miller on September 14th – three accomplished poets at different stages in their career. Robin Alter-Bielawa, Amy Ouzooian and Ish Klein on October 12th – three of the best young poets anywhere.The Last Word is comfortable and poet-friendly. It’s on one of the coolest blocks in West Philly: five terrific restaurants, a used CD and comic store, a few doors from the famous Smoky Joe’s.

Q. What was your inspiration for the poem “063”?  http://www.shadowtrain.com/id151.html

A. I’m happy you single this poem out, it is very important to me. It came between one stage of poems and the next. I very much believe Roberto Juarroz’s statement that to write a poem in these times is a political act. It is a political poem. Political poems can be oratorical, and they can exist soft-spoken. Both, I believe, can hold power. This poem is obviously closer to the latter. Brutal political events can    cause the poet’s voice to become hoarse from shouting, but it must always be articulate. As to the inspiration … Who lead Germany during the Second World War?  The poem is a direct response to the “innocent” questions posed to children studying History. My child as well. At the same time, I know full well that schoolchildren today are light years ahead of other generations when it comes to political sophistication. They know History is the present.

Q. As a poet, workshop leader and host you come into contact with established and emerging poets. What direction do you see poetry in the Philadelphia area moving?

A. Poets in Philadelphia are committed and original as can be in voice and style. This is not a movement, but it is a direction one can be thrilled to view. There are small factions which more or less subscribe to certain schools of poetry, which should be expected in a city as distinctive as Philadelphia. The sum of the parts is big and inclusive and Whitmanesque. If you look at the diverse venues and literary groups publishing and presenting poetry, you can see poetry is important here and poets can feel at home.

Q. Have any poets influenced your work and when you are not writing what poets do you read?

A. There are books that have been influential – License To Carry a Gun, Andrei Codrescu, Lovers In The Used World, Gillian Conoley. Those two span thirty years.I could name fifty poets easily who have influenced me. I know, you want a few names:Lowell, Merwin, Ashbery, Oppen, Levertov, Snyder, Lawrence Raab, John Koethe, Charles Wright, Stephen Dobyns. What poets do I read when I’m not reading? Can a poet separate in that way? Maybe there are a couple poets I can read for pleasure solely.Yves Bonnefoy, who has had the luck of interesting translators, so you get good variations of the same poems, and Wallace Stevens, who I read the most regularly of any poet. I think I read fiction that is somewhere between poetry and fiction for delight.All of Julio Cortazar. All of Evan S. Connell, who has a book-length poem unlike any other: Points For A Compass Rose. Ava by Carol Maso falls into this category, and Reader’s Block by David Markson.

Q. There are many new poets emerging in the Philadelphia area. What advice would you give them as they begin to share their works?

A. I think it takes a good ten to twenty years to establish one’s own style. Not that we don’t write good poems along the way. I note this, in particular, to suggest not worrying about things too much. Enjoy all aspects of the process. It is likely true that the process is all we have at times. I read somewhere that in two hundred years probably only five or six poets writing at this time will be remembered. If this is the case, I would definitely advise enjoying the ride. Not to worry about things that are out of our hands.

Q. If you weren’t a poet what would you be?

A. I would be wandering a beach, with my pants rolled to my ankles, looking for myself. I’m serious. Of course, I do that as a poet, but poetry lends me more dignity and grace and occasional glimpses of wisdom. For that, I am grateful.

Next Interview: Amy E. Laub- Madpoets Poetry Critique Circle

Monday: Shameless Self-Promotion Day

After a few missed weeks, I say we bring this back.  And not JUST because I have something to promote.  But because I want to know what everyone else is doing.

So bring it on:  What are you doing? Where are you reading?  When’s your book coming out?  Where are your pome’s being published?

Be as shameless as you need to be.  We really truly want to know.

Patrick Rosal at the Barron Arts Center

In January, my girlfriend Donna handed me a book by a guy called Patrick Rosal. “You should read this guy,” she said. “He’s really good.” So I read this guy, and she was right – he’s really good. He’s from New Jersey, which immediately endeared him to me, and his poetry borders on the performance side, with emphasis on sound and rhythm – but his language is so concrete and tangible that the poems work on the page as well as in that sacred space between the poet’s mouth and the audience’s ears. I have been living with his poems since January, carrying their language with me for months now.

So I was thrilled to discover that he was reading at the Barron Arts Center in Woodbridge, NJ. Being a South Jersey girl who is more comfortable in Philly than in North Jersey, I approached the idea of the reading with some trepidation. Driving up the turnpike past exit 9 is something I haven’t done in a long time – but for Patrick Rosal, I decided, it was worth it. And I was not disappointed. (Continued)