Monday, March 20, 2017

Poetry is What Haunts, What Shocks, What Invokes: Fourth of Six Interviews with Poet Lore Pushcart Prize Nominees

Interview with Rasaq Malik, Poet Lore Pushcart Prize Nominee. Interview conducted by Ellie Tipton, managing editor of Poet Lore. This is the fourth interview with our six nominees.













WHAT MY FATHER SAYS EVERY NIGHT
Rasaq Malik

If we wake up tomorrow, he says,
we will pray to Allah until our knees
bleed, until our foreheads darken,
until the only words that linger
in our mouths are Allahu Akbar.
If we wake up tomorrow without
having to search for our beloveds
at the scenes of bomb blasts, in the wreckage
of burnt cars, in the ruins of buildings,
in the fields of graves, we will recite
the Qur’an until our voices reach the heart
of God, until our eyes spill tears.
If we wake up tomorrow without hearing
bullets, without smelling corpses, without
enduring the news of war from Gaza, without
reading the list of the dead in Rafah,
Jabalia, Khan Younis, Maghazi,
North Gaza, we will shout Allahu Akbar
until our throats slacken, until our chests
quake, until the only thing we remember
is how to love God. If we wake up
tomorrow, he says, we will go to the streets
to help the wounded, the dying,
the young learning how to remember
their country, the orphans saying Help us,
we’re hungry
, the old in clothes filled with dirt,
the sick gasping for breath in hospitals.
If we wake up tomorrow, he says,
we will learn how to survive another night.



ET: Can you tell our readers where you are from?

RM: I am from Nigeria. I was born and bred in Iseyin, Oyo state.

ET: I am gripped by this poem’s force and forward momentum. The repetition built within the poem and the syntactical structure of the stanza drive the movement forward. I feel so within the space of the poem that I must remind myself it is a constructed space. Can you talk a little about your process? Did the poem rush out of you onto the page or did you accumulate your father’s phrases and slowly stitch them into the poem? Or, is there something in between these processes that is more reflective of how you composed it?

RM: This poem struck my mind the moment I read some articles about the Israelites’ “continuous attacks” on Gaza. Many Palestinians died; mostly children. I pondered on many tragic happenings in the world. Children are always at the risk of being massacred.

In Nigeria, the boko harams ravage the Northern part of the country. They throw bombs and destroy houses. Many northerners are exiles in their homeland. Recently, there was a bomb blast by Nigerian air force, which was said to be “accidental” at an IDP camp in Borno.

I mean there is this universality of war that haunts me. The world experiences annihilation.

In Gaza, in Syria, in Aleppo, etc, there is no peace. People wake every dawn to realize there is war lurking in the air. They wake to the sound of bullets, and safety seems to be a dystopian dream.

In addition, I would love to say that this poem, apart from being inspired by the violence around us, it also captures the struggle we encounter when inhabiting a troubled place. It talks about the parental fear, and the use of “father” connotes the inherent care showered on the children by their parents. Every mother wants her children to be safe, from war, from blasts, from carnage, from missiles, etc.

Writing the poem did not take me months. I spent some weeks and revisited it. My ritual is: a poem needs to speak to the soul. It should be able to paint events through the careful handling of language. Since it carries every language, it should speak to humanity.


ET: What do you feel that this poem can teach Americans?

RM: This poem is dedicated to everybody because the irrefutable fact is that we lose parts of ourselves when we pursue the mundane things. The only solace is narrating our stories to the world, to people. This poem should teach us how, as humans, we should be compassionate and peaceful to others. There is no peace in war, and no matter how we try to escape, there will always be testaments of ruins created by man’s inhumanity to man, man’s unrestrained act of unleashing terror and torture to his other man.

America and the world should realize that it takes time to heal, if there is a sure healing at all for the victims of war. Being human transcends bearing a name. It transcends our physical features. Being human means kindness and love for other humans. Being human means embracing others and allowing them into your life. 

ET: Along those lines, it appears to me from reading your poetry that poetry is a lifeline for you. But I’m curious to hear in your own words: what does poetry mean to you?

RM: Poetry is what leads me to my desk to write even when my body aches. It is the eternal silence of a departed soul. It is the scarred face of a war-victim. It is the grief of children abandoned during war. It is what haunts, what shocks, what invokes, what breathes, what rises, and what glows.

It is the documentation of world’s diverse experiences. It operates as an archive, a library for unborn generations to learn about their antecedents.

Poetry is sitting in a room to paint the thoughts of people walking the streets, the dreams of people sweating under the sun, and the cravings of people living as aliens in their homelands.

To me, poetry is a perfect photographer. It depicts and portrays every man’s countless dreams through the deployment of verses that seek a deep soul to comprehend.

Poetry survives death because it immortalizes life. It recreates and reincarnates people through words.

Like a character named Style in “Sizwe Bansi is Dead” by Athol Fugard, poetry is a perfect photographer. It saves the memories of important events in our lives. It electrifies and magnetizes our souls. It brings us together to narrate our collective struggles. It binds and unchains us. It is an unrestrained freedom.

ET: Wow. Thank you for that impassioned response. I’m very curious to learn more about your perspective as a Nigerian poet. From your experience, how do Nigerians view poetry? How do they celebrate it?

RM: According to Edgar Allen Poe, “With me poetry has not been a purpose, but a passion.” To my culture, poetry is passion. It is what we do with immeasurable joy in our hearts. It is what strengthens and uplifts us. It is what humanizes us and demeans stereotypes. It fosters unity.

A typical example of this unity is the moment when poetry performers at festivals entertain the audience and praise dignitaries. Poetry performances are always included at different festivals. It is also a means of teaching morals and propagating the values of our cultures and traditions.

However, beyond this cultural demarcation lies the bigger picture of what poetry entails in my country. Over the years, Nigeria has produced brilliant and inspiring poets. Nigeria has witnessed the high influx of writers using social media to reach a wider audience. These poets have been able to connect with the outside world, to the world afar, to the world that embraces writing and applauds commitment and devotion. We also have budding writers wowing us with their groundbreaking and insightful literary pieces. In their bid to explore and document their experiences and those of others, these writers have been able to read and reflect some of the societal happenings, and they have been able to proffer solutions to some of these debacles.

ET: Who are your influences?

RM: Jumoke Verissimo, Laura Kaminski, Danusha Lameris, Tarfia Faizulla. These poets explore the world in their poems and invite the reader to relish its beauty and cruelty. These poets tell important stories. Their poems are reflections of life’s manifold encounters and struggles.

ET: Are there Nigerian poets or poets from other cultures that you feel more Americans should be reading?

RM: In Nigeria, the young poets have started a literary revolution. These poets have invaded social media platforms to aid the propagation of their poems. Some of them are transcending boundaries by being published in international journals.

They include Wale Owoade, recently accepted by Guernica, the brainchild behind the Expound Journal; Okwudili Nebeolisa, recently accepted by Beloit Journal; David Ishaya Osu, a poet and an editor of Panorama: the journal of intelligent travel; D.M Aderibigbe, an MFA graduate of Boston University, a two-time finalist in Sillerman Poetry Prize, and a poet widely published in international journals; Gbenga Adesina, a joint-winner, Brunel Poetry Prize (2016) and a finalist in the Sillerman Poetry Prize (2017); Saddiq Dzukogi, a published poet, whose books have been shortlisted for major awards in Nigeria. 

These poets have been able to react to the problems happening in their society. They have been able to project their aches through their writings. Americans should look out for these poets. They are unforgettable through the images they paint.

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Monday, March 13, 2017

Doing it Backwards: From Performing to Writing



By Noa Baum

On Tuesday, March 14, meet author and storyteller Noa Baum as she opens this year’s Washington Jewish Literary Festival. Baum combines performance and text from her recent memoir A Land Twice Promised: An Israeli Woman’s Quest for Peace in an unforgettable experience. Click here for more info and a 20% discount on the event.

Between December of 2014 and December of 2015, I dove into a whole new world. I always knew that writing was different from storytelling but I never imagined it would be so different. When I write, it’s for speaking engagements, and the written words are just the sketch—a scaffold upon which the story is created as I tell it.

When I tell stories about my mother, I don’t need many words to describe her. I use my voice infused with her intonation, pitch, and volume; my facial expressions, gestures and body language. And then the words she says and her personality come alive. But when I sat down to write about my mother, I suddenly had to find words for everything. How does one even begin to describe a voice so central to her entire personality!?

This was just one of the challenges during my most fascinating journey of writing. It also included delving into old journals I haven’t opened since high-school; resurrecting old conversation transcripts with my Palestinian friend; and daring to have a conversation with my brother that I never had before.

In my Author’s Note that opens the book, I write:


This book is my attempt to shed light on how people experience and remember history. Not all people, just me and one Palestinian woman I met in America and our families. It is the story of our friendship and of my becoming a storyteller and using the art of storytelling as a peace-building tool.


In an attempt to explore the elusiveness of peace, I have gathered clues from memory’s secret hideouts to create stories. I try to give shape to the subtle and mysterious shifts in perception on my journey, from the secure black-and-white narratives of my childhood to the uneasy place of complexity where multiple narratives, ambiguities, and contradictions reside.


I also try to reconstruct my creative process as a storytelling artist to reveal the transformative power of my art form.

My hope is that this exploration will encourage you to deepen and expand your listening to “the other.” I hope it will inspire you to look at your own quest for peace and seek out more stories and encounters with those you see as most different from you or even as enemies.

I’m eager to share the fruits of this journey with you all—whether you’ve seen the performance of A Land Twice Promised or not—this book will enrich your experience. It will add more background and details about the lives of Israelis and Palestinians in this entrenched conflict, as well as invite you behind the scenes into the creative process.
Apr 5 @ 6:30 pm – 9:00 pm
MEET THE AUTHOR: NOA BAUM Book Discussion: “A Land Twice Promised: An Israeli Woman’s Quest For Peace” Wednesday April 5th, 2017 Temple Isaiah, 12200 Scaggsville Rd. Fulton, MD 6:30-7:15: Israeli style Dinner (*Advanced Payment Required) 7:15-8:30: Book Discussion/Q and A

Interview with Poet Lore Pushcart Prize nominee Suzanne O'Connell





MY CAPTIVE

I stalked her petticoats like a caged shrimp,
noticed when she shaved her legs,
when her skirt was an inch shorter,
when she wore two different white socks,
traced the raisin-shaped scar on her knee.

A thread dangled from her hem,
a tease, a mystery that would unlock
the other side of the world.
I imagined what would happen
if I pulled it.

Would she unravel?
Become a cocoon spinning toward me?
Could I use it to tie her to the tetherball pole?
She never noticed me once.
I could wrap that thread around my finger—
a reminder never to forgive her.
















Interview conducted by Ellie Tipton, managing editor of Poet Lore. Follow her @ellietipton & follow the mag @PoetLoreMag 



ET: What prompted you to write this poem?
 
SC: I’m often prompted by a word or an image, something random, and in this case, it was noticing someone wearing a skirt that had a thread dangling from the edge. What would happen if I pulled the thread?

ET: So, the speaker here is obviously obsessed with their object of desire. Did this come from your own personal experience?

SC: This poem is about a childhood obsession with a classmate.  I was the object of some of these obsessions, and I had some major crushes myself.  I remember a fellow once telling me it was unfortunate that I had cut my leg while learning to shave and noticing when I began to wear a bra. Often these obsessions did not end well, thus the resentment at the end of the poem.

ET: Can you talk a little about your poem “Sepia Tones”?

SC: The poem “Sepia Tones” that precedes this one in Poet Lore is about domestic violence, and it features a father-figure and a child.  In a violent household, there are two modes of experience: when the violence is occurring and the waiting.  People often describe the waiting as the more painful of the two modes.  I tried to capture this tension and anxiety: how the child watches the father’s fingers.
 
ET: Did you find an emotional release when writing either of these poems?

SC: I think not of this poem, but of my poem “The Smackdown” (Atlanta Review).  The opening line is: “Maybe I should have saved all the money I spent on therapy and invested it on one big smackdown with my mother.” Even though I am defeated by the end of the poem, I felt something important was released when that poem was finished.

ET: Who are your influences?

Matthew Dickman, Charles Bukowski, Dylan Thomas, Emily Dickenson, Billy Collins, and Ellen Bass.


Purchase the issue where Suzanne’s poems appear here.



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Tuesday, March 7, 2017

Meet the Instructor: Virginia Hartman


~ Interview by Tyler West


Virginia Hartman has taught writing at George Washington University, American University, and the Smithsonian, and has been teaching at The Writer's Center for the past 10 years. Her writing has been anthologized in Gravity Dancers: Even More Fiction by Washington Area Women (Paycock Press), and she is the co-editor, with Barbara Esstman, of a literary anthology called A More Perfect Union: Poems and Stories About the Modern Wedding(St. Martin’s Press). Virginia's next TWC workshop, Advanced Fiction, begins on March 25. In the interview below, Virginia explains the inspiration behind the course, and how her unique teaching approach will bolster seasoned writers' literary toolkits.


What was your motivation for teaching an "advanced workshop"? What sets this class apart from other fiction classes?

I had a few participants in my other workshops who were ready to take their fiction to the next level. They had taken several of my workshops and were improving all the time, so a more challenging session seemed inevitable for them. It surprised me, as well, how many other writers were enthusiastically ready for an advanced-level course.

The thing that sets the Advanced Fiction Workshop apart is that participants submit work before registering. This is not meant to create an exclusive club, but rather it's a way to assure that everyone is well-prepared before entering the room, and that everyone around the table has more or less the same amount of previous experience with fiction workshops. For this session starting on March 25, the deadline to submit pages is March 10.


How do writers know if they're ready for an advanced course?

If writing fiction is a consistent practice in your life, if you've received encouragement from previous workshop leaders, if your day doesn't seem complete if you haven't worked on a story, and most especially, if you've taken several fiction writing classes at The Writer's Center or elsewhere, you may be ready. The only way to know for sure is to send in your best five pages.


You require students to send a manuscript by March 10th, before the class starts. How does this pre-workshop requirement enhance the experience for students?

Here's the feedback I've received. Students are extremely gratified when they feel they're at the same level as their colleagues in the workshop. It usually means that the critiques they get on their work are thoughtful and considered. And because participants are reading complex and interesting fiction from their classmates, each person's ability to critique is sharpened. This then helps them look at their own fiction with a critical eye as they progress.


If you could ensure that students leave your class with one "writing takeaway," what would that be?


I'm very big on community. It's what The Writer's Center is about. And within my own teaching ethic, it's what I'll call my "prime directive." Because writing is so solitary, when we come together, we absolutely have to support and encourage one another. I always promote the idea that workshop participants keep meeting after the course ends, to carry forward the deadline-giving, the mutually supportive critiques, and in many cases, the friendships that have formed.


We just have to ask this question: what's your favorite piece of fiction and why?


That's sort of like asking which is my favorite child. So I'll skirt it and tell you instead what I've liked recently, and felt I could really learn from. I read The North Water, a novel by Ian McGuire, which is much more brutal than most fiction I read, and yet I couldn't put it down. I also sank my teeth into Michael Chabon's Moonglow, which is masterfully told, and Ann Patchett's Commonwealth, which I didn't think I was going to like at first, but she does such interesting things with structure that I found myself wanting to follow her crooked path. And I'm a little late to Mary Kay Zuravleff's Man Alive, which came out in 2014, but at times her style feels like Virginia Woolf has come back to life and is writing about a family in Bethesda. It was tasty. Every novel or short story I read makes me a better writer, and I encourage students to have a novel or a story collection on their night table at all times.


Click here for more information on the Advanced Fiction workshop. Each student is expected to send the instructor a manuscript of five pages by March 10, and the workshop itself begins on March 25. We hope to see you there!

Wednesday, March 1, 2017

Second Pushcart Prize Nominee Interview with James Crews


This interview with James Crews is the second interview of six with our pushcart nominees. 

"Out of the wide-open white space of that long winter, 
with a new blizzard each week, I had nothing else to do 
but face my grief. I sat down one evening intending to 
write about the crows cawing outside my window, and 
suddenly unearthed all these memories of my father."

Interview conducted by Ellie Tipton, managing editor of Poet Lore




HALFWAY-HEAVEN

Before he died, my father tried to teach me
the only language of manhood he knew—
Phillips-head, needle-nose, catalytic converter
but I left him hunched under hoods
or sprawled on cardboard pallets beneath
stalled cars, thinking the dust of books
and blue glow of computer screens
could keep me from work like that. I hated
his oil-stink, the orange goop he used
to clean his grease-black hands, and those
homemade tattoos of lightning on his biceps.
I hated the cigarette dangling from his lips,
his eyes squinting against smoke snaking up
as he scraped a deer skull clean of meat
for mounting. But now, I want it all back.
I replay every scene in my mind as if
seeing my father again could keep him alive
and tinkering in some other realm, some
halfway-heaven he’d love because everything
needs fixing there. I think of the green-
striped tube socks pulled to his knees when he
mowed the yard, the scratch of sandpaper-
stubble against my cheek each time he
kissed me goodnight. I still hear the way
he’d say sorta speak when he meant so to speak,
while explaining, for instance, why tomatoes
taste better with a kiss of salt: Brings out
the sweetness, sorta speak.

ET: I was very touched by your poem. My first book was an elegy to my father, and, for me, it was important to create distance from the man and search for him in the landscape. In this poem, you seem to turn towards him and find him in his tinkering and his language. The scaffolding of the poem works well in this respect – the memories coming to the surface and attaching to the man who is no longer visible —connecting the audience to this search; and, we suddenly feel his presence in the ultimate line.

JC: I'm so glad the poem touched you, and I'm sorry to hear about the loss of your father as well. I lost mine more than seventeen years ago now, but was not able to write about his death, or my ensuing grief, for a long time after. In fact, I took every chance I could to run away from that grief until I finally allowed the time and space in my life to feel it, and thus to write about the loss. As a result of this, so many of my memories of him are fragmented, and return to me piecemeal. So this poem is one of many attempts from my second book, Telling My Father, which will be published later this year by Southeast Missouri State University Press, to feel his presence in my life again.

ET: Would you discuss your process for composing this poem? Sometimes, poems that involve grief can be difficult for some people to bring into the world. What was your experience like for inspiration and composition?

JC: I wrote this poem during one of the worst winter storms the East Coast had seen in decades. I was living alone in Providence, Rhode Island, commuting to Boston for work, and had never been lonelier in my life. Out of the wide-open white space of that long winter, with a new blizzard each week, I had nothing else to do but face my grief. I sat down one evening intending to write about the crows cawing outside my window, and suddenly unearthed all these memories of my father. This poem is one of the most honest I've written too, because I could finally admit that, while he was alive, I was often ashamed of my father -- the smoking, the taxidermy, those green-striped tube socks pulled up to his knees. But once he was gone, even years later, I would have given just about anything to have all of him back. So this poem, unlike many others, came out in a rush for me that didn't require much tinkering, though I had to trim a lot of unnecessary parts (like those crows).

ET: It does seem that this poem is so much about the connection the two of you had. Yet, the memories you conjure do not present themselves as moments of strong emotional connections; though, you explain it is the way that he tried to bond with you – as a man. Now that you have distance from him, it seems that the memories that present as disconnection offer themselves as points of connection. Is that an accurate read? Can you talk about how you tried to play with these notions when constructing the poem?

JC: I wonder: did some of the same things happen to you in the course of writing about your father? It seems strange that my differences with my father could bring us closer together after all these years, but they certainly have. When I looked back while writing these poems, I had to ask myself if my father ever criticized me for simply being the way I was, or ever implied that he loved me any less for preferring books to car engines, and he never did. He was, in fact, always quick to point out that he and my mother would love me "no matter what," which I now take as code for: "we love you no matter whom you love." It makes me emotional to write about it even now, but my father -- in spite of the fact that he'd never seen much of the world, had never been on a plane, and never even finished high school -- loved and respected me for who I am. It saddens me that I was never able to come out to him (which is part of the subtext of this poem), but I have no doubt that he knew.

ET: I can’t say that this exactly happened to me. But, this is fascinating. In your forthcoming book, do you bring about this subtext to the surface in other poems?

JC: Yes, I think the subtext is very close to the surface in the title poem, "Telling My Father" and in "My Father Asks for One Last Thing," among others. But "Halfway-Heaven" is perhaps where that tension is most alive and present.

ET: Can you discuss the form of this poem? Why did you decide to use the single stanza with primarily lines ending with enjambment to deliver this poem? 

JC: The poem began as a prose poem. One of the exercises I often give myself and my students is to write poems in the form of lists so the mind doesn't have time to edit out what you might be afraid to include, and the instruction is simply to let the poem unfold as one long litany. As things took shape with "Halfway-Heaven," I began to feel that the poem would gather more momentum if it was a single stanza with enjambed lines, so I broke the poem where it felt most natural to do so. Quite honestly, much of my writing comes from pure instinct; I try not to overthink it as much as I used to.

ET: Do you have advice for poets who write in the elegiac mode?

JC: I would say, wait a while. Try other forms. In my first book, I wrote a long elegy about the artist, Felix Gonzalez-Torres and his lover, and those poems were great practice for writing about a much more private grief. But most importantly, I would say: read, read, read, and see how other poets across time have handled the subject of loss. I resisted writing about my father for so long because I sensed that I couldn't do the event justice in my work. I hadn't read enough yet (and still have a lot to go). I needed books like Sharon Olds' The Father, Carol Muske-Dukes' Sparrow, Mark Doty's My Alexandria and James L. White's The Salt Ecstasies (among many others) to get a sense of where I might begin.

ET: Finally, Poet Lore published two poems of yours in this issue. The first one “The Question” connects to “Halfway-Heaven” and precedes it in the journal. For our readers who don’t have the issue handy, they both give us a wide glimpse into your father’s personality. If your father read these poems, what would you want him to know?

JC: I think my father, who never wrote a poem in his life, and read very few, would be touched and amused that he appears in so much of my work. I hope he would feel honored too, though he would probably laugh and tear up at the same time. I would also try to explain to him, as I have my mother, that memory is always a shaky thing, and my allegiance is first to the emotional truth of an event as it reappears in my mind and on the page. My main goal is to recreate a moment, to take myself and readers so deeply into a charged scene that they emerge changed a little as a result.  I do my best to write what I think of as "poems of deep attention," though I often fail to capture the fleeting vision that seems so vivid in my mind. My next collection is dedicated to my father, and I like to imagine him coming out of the garage and wiping his hands on a rag as I hand him the book I wrote for him.

ET: Thank you. That is such a lovely image. It’s been a pleasure to ruminate on your poems for a while.

Purchase the issue where James’s poems appear here.

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Wednesday, February 1, 2017

Spotlight on Literary Events: February 2017

2017 AWP Conference & Bookfair
Washington Convention Center 
& Washington Marriott Marquis
February 8 - 11, 2017
Celebrating AWP's 50th anniversary!

The AWP Conference & Bookfair is an essential annual destination for writers, teachers, students, editors, and publishers. Each year more than 12,000 attendees join our community for four days of insightful dialogue, networking, and unrivaled access to the organizations and opinion-makers that matter most in contemporary literature. The 2016 conference featured over 2,000 presenters and 550 readings, panels, and craft lectures. The bookfair hosted over 800 presses, journals, and literary organizations from around the world. AWP’s is now the largest literary conference in North America. Join us in Washington, DC, in 2017 to celebrate the best of what contemporary literature has to offer.

Visit the Writer's Center and Poet Lore at booth #234.


The Life of a Poet: Conversations with Ron Charles – Brenda Shaughnessy
The Hill Center at the Old Naval Hospital
921 Pennsylvania Avenue, SE, Washington, DC 20003
Tuesday, February 7th, 7:00 pm

Join Ron Charles, The Washington Post Editor of Book World, for an in-depth discussion with poet Brenda Shaughnessy. The Life of a Poet series offers a rare opportunity to consider a writer’s entire career and explore the major events that have shaped their work. Readings from the work are interspersed throughout the conversation. A book signing will follow.

Brenda Shaughnessy earned a BA from the University of California, Santa Cruz, and an MFA from Columbia University. She is the author of Interior with Sudden Joy (1999), Human Dark with Sugar (2008), winner of the James Laughlin Award from the Academy of American Poets, Our Andromeda (2012), and So Much Synth (2016). Her work has appeared in theYale Review, the Boston Review, McSweeney’s, and Best American Poetry, among other places. With C.J. Evans, she edited the anthology Satellite Convulsions: Poems from Tin House Magazine (2009).


East City Bookshop 
645 Pennsylvania Ave SE, Suite 100 Washington DC 20003
Friday, February 10th, 6:00 pm

OutWrite presents readings from four authors: Everett Maroon, Risa Denenberg, David Eye & Craig L. Gidney. Moderated by Joe Okonkwo. RSVP on Facebook, or email rsvp@eastcitybookshop.com. This event is free and open to the public.


Kelly Link - Get in Trouble: Stories & Juan Martinez - Best Worst American: Stories
Saturday, February 11th, 6:00 pm
Politics and Prose
5015 Connecticut Ave NW, Washington, DC 20008

Link’s hauntingly original work has won her legions of fans—including Michael Chabon and Neil Gaiman. Her latest collection of short fiction features nine stories made of wonder and magic. 

An assistant professor at Northwestern University, Martinez was born in Colombia and has published his fiction in literary journals including TriQuarterly and McSweeney’s. In his first collection he paints a world that’s slightly askew, with characters flummoxed not by the strange but by the ordinary. 



Sligo Journal Reading
Sunday, February 12th, 2:00 pm
The Writers' Center
4508 Walsh St., Chevy Chase, MD 20815

Join editor Robert Giron (recently selected as one of the Heroes Latinos LGBTQ, part of the Latino LGBT History Proeject) and writers published in The Sligo Journal, a publication of Montgomery College. The reading will be followed by a reception. 



Then Come Back: A Celebration Of Pablo Neruda
Tuesday, February 14th, 7:30 pm
Folger Shakespeare Library
201 E Capitol St SE, Washington, DC 20003

Reading Neruda’s poems and poems of their own inspired by him are: award-winning poet, editor, and translator Forrest Gander and poet Javier Zamora. Gander's most recent poetry collection is Core Samples from the World.  Zamora was born in El Salvador and migrated to the US; his first collection of poetry is forthcoming from Copper Canyon Press. The post–reading conversation will be moderated by poet and translator Carlos Parada Ayala. 


The Deaf Poets Society Reading
Sunday, February 26th, 2:00 pm
The Writers' Center
4508 Walsh St., Chevy Chase, MD 20815

We’re pleased to feature poets published in the Deaf Poets Society, a recently launched on-line journal. Editor Sarah Katz will be joined by Gregory Luce, Jen Stein, Camisha Jones, Carrie Addington, and Isis Nelson. The reading will be followed by a reception.



Literary Trivia 
Monday, February 27th, 6:30 pm
Petworth Citizen

829 Upshur Street, NW Washington, DC 20011

Join The Writer's Center as we bring literary trivia to Petworth Citizen.  Teams of one to four will have an opportunity to show off their book smarts with four rounds of literary questions. Monday nights are all-night happy hour at the bar, so don't miss out, The contest runs from 6:30 to 7:30 p.m.

Monday, January 30, 2017

Interview with Pushcart Prize nominee Holly Karapetkova



This is the first interview with our six nominees for Pushcart Prizes. 

Interview conducted by Ellie Tipton, Managing Editor of Poet Lore, for Holly Karapetkova, 2017 Pushcart Prize nominee.  



SOUTHERN GOTHIC

Sometimes the moss in a tree
is just moss.
Sometimes it is a body
swinging from a rope.
How you tell the difference
is by getting close enough to see.
Or by waiting for the sun to rise
high enough to clear
the shadows stuck
to your own feet.

The boy is just a boy,
not a big-eyed monster.
The river’s cold and the wind
colder. This is how it works:
I hit him and he screams.
This is how it plays out:
I wring him like a dishcloth
and the truth gushes forth—
the only truth
that will make it out of here alive.



ET: Thank you for this piece, Holly. I think it is interesting that you are taking on the topic of racial violence as a white writer. It seems that there are many white writers who would avoid this subject all together for various reasons, yet, white writers are being asked more and more to examine whiteness and the privileges it provides. Can you speak about how you entered this conversation?  

HK: Well, for many years I was afraid to write about race. I thought I would put my foot in my mouth (or worse) in trying to approach the issue from the position of privilege. But the more I immersed myself in the work of writers of color and the more I began to understand the deep wounds of racism, the more I realized how race had dominated my life, too. The recognition that I had also been traumatized by racism (in that it had dehumanized me and made me into something hateful to myself) gave me permission to enter the conversation. I also realized at some point that white silence can be as harmful as saying the wrong thing—it implies that racism doesn’t concern white people, which is absurd since white people are the ones who have (in the past and present) propagated and benefitted from it.

I’ve spent quite a few years and written many failed poems in trying to figure out how to approach whiteness, in part because of how slippery and insidious it is. I don’t think we can afford to forget about the physical violence at the center of American racism, and in this poem I am trying to confront my own complicity in racial violence.

ET: That’s fascinating, thank you. Can you describe your process for this poem?

HK: I was visiting my parents near Charleston, South Carolina, a city with incredible beauty and charm (antebellum houses facing the sea, old cobblestone streets) but one that also has a deeply disturbing history. Somewhere between 40 and 60 percent of all slaves entering the U.S. came through Charleston. Once you know this fact, it’s difficult to see the beauty without also seeing the violence behind it.  

I went for a walk in the early morning, and the sun was rising, casting long shadows through the moss-draped trees. It was lovely, but I’d recently viewed the lynching postcards on Withoutsanctuary.com , and I couldn’t help but see bodies hanging from every branch. The first draft of the poem was written in my head on that walk, and though the poem underwent quite a bit of cutting and revision (including some helpful editorial changes suggested by Poet Lore’s Executive Editor,  Jody Bolz), the initial impulse remained intact throughout the revision process.

ET: As a former writing teacher, I think a lot about asking why a piece needs to be written. While the timeliness of this piece is fairly obvious, I’m interested to hear from you why you felt that this poem is urgent? What about it called to you to bring it into the world?

HK: I grew up in the South in a very racialized environment; I never participated in racial violence or outward expressions of hatred, but I continue to be haunted by the more subtle forms of racism and discrimination I was co-opted into before I was even aware of what was happening. Toni Morrison discusses racism as a cause of psychosis, and I have appropriately spent much of my adult life obsessed with the ways that whiteness works-- in both historical and contemporary contexts. I’ve been writing poems about my psychosis for quite a few years now, and I have approached it from a variety of angles. Sometimes, I confront the abstract idea of whiteness, and sometimes, (like in this piece) I confront the physical, bodily violence that accompanies it.

I, like most writers, write about my personal obsessions, but in this case, my personal obsession is also one of the central traumas plaguing our country. I believe that until we (and by “we” I mean white folks but also the nation as a whole) confront the brutal and unethical nature of our past we won’t be able to heal as individuals and as a society. This poem is about getting close to that past and questioning the high cost of some of our power structures, which is the first step in rectifying our patterns of behavior.

ET: In relation to getting close to the past, the concept of Time in this poem seems blurred. In other words, it feels as though this poem references the past, but the events in the poem seem ongoing. How do think about Time in this poem?

HK: Yes—this is a great assessment of the way the poem works. I feel I have spent my entire life trying to shake the racist legacy that I inherited from my Southern childhood, and my personal experiences are (I believe) very much representative of what we are living through as a country: though it feels some days like we are making progress, this poem is about how our past is constantly returning to haunt us. Many of the conversations surrounding our recent presidential election, not to mention the recurring violence to which Black Lives Matters and other groups are responding, make clear how far we have to go in dealing with our past.

ET: Finally, what do you hope that your readers will come away with after reading this poem?

HK: While the title and some of the imagery place this poem in a very particular social context, it is also about human violence and power more broadly. I am fascinated by the ways we are able to lie to ourselves, to accept the narratives presented to us even when they contradict our lived experience and common sense—for example, when those narratives ask us to see another human being as inhuman. I am also fascinated by the ways that “truth” is presented to justify the behavior and desires of those in power. I hope this poem will call readers to examine the particulars of racialized violence but also the abuse of power and “truth” in other ways.

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